The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 427 The Difference between Cloud and Mud (1)
After entering the house, Jiao Nu would be curious to touch here and look there at first, but after she understood what Qiao Wan meant, she immediately blew her hair.

Almost instantly, the young girl who was jumping around the room just now disappeared in a cloud of white mist, and then, what appeared in front of Qiao Guan was a giant snake that almost crushed the entire rental house.

Looking at the "big yellow snake" that was close at hand and not blowing at him, Qiao Wan's eyes were so frightened that his eyes straightened.

"Scared! What are you doing? Quick, change back!"

Fortunately, the landlord went downstairs to answer the phone, otherwise, if he saw this monster that was about to crack the ceiling of his house, he would have been scared to death!
The rented room is only [-] square meters. It is barely enough to accommodate a dragon in such a small space. After transforming into a dragon, the snake tail of the dragon girl is sticking to her head. The whole soft body seems to be squeezed into a small box, almost twisted Became a bundle of twist...

In fact, she herself was not feeling well, but she still opened her mouth, gasped, and threatened Qiao Wan: "Hmph! I knew it, you mortals are the most dishonest! Auntie is not easy to mess with, I limit you to one Find me Dai Mingming within a month, or I will kill you!"

Qiao Wan's face turned pale: "Aren't you unable to kill?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiao Nu suddenly opened her mouth and bit her arm.

"Oops!" Qiao Wan screamed out of her throat in fright, and then when she found that Jiao Nu didn't exert any force, but just held it loosely, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be impulsive." She glanced at the evil spirit on Jiaolong's body, and immediately overturned her previous thoughts.

Since she got rid of the evil spirit for Fu Tianlang, it was equivalent to giving up the chance to transform into a dragon. She couldn't even become a dragon, so what's the point of killing a few people?
From time to time, the angry panting of giant dragons could be heard in my ears, and Qiao Wan said vaguely: "Don't worry, of course I will do what I promised, but before you find Dai Mingming, you should stay at ease, and if there is any news later, I will I will let you know as soon as possible.”

Jiao Nu didn't answer. After looking at her for a long time, she suddenly gritted her teeth: "Although I have lived in seclusion for many years, I am not a fool. Why did you put me here for no reason? Are you regretting that you don't want to help me find Dai Mingming? Talk! If you don’t speak clearly today, I’ll bite off your arm!”

With the stabbing pain spreading on his arm, Qiao Wan's eyes suddenly widened.

She didn't even need to look at her to know that her arm was broken.

Qiao Wan was terrified, hugged the "snake head" quickly, and shouted: "Wait, wait! Until you find someone, it won't help if you pester me!"

Jiao Nu was not convinced: "Shameless, who is pestering you, if you can find Dai Mingming, my aunt would not be willing to stay here, it's poor and poor!"

She was so poor that she, the future Master Shenlong, lived in this broken house with air leaks everywhere.

Qiao Wan was wronged, her husband didn't like strangers in the house, what could she do, she had no money and no one, so it would be nice to have a tile for this "country snake" to cover her head.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, let go." She was sure that Jiao Nu would not hurt anyone, but she was not afraid, but as the footsteps under the stairs got closer and closer, she could only change her words in desperation: "Okay , okay, can I let you follow me?"

So, when the forty-year-old landlady, who was about to be thin and mature, opened the door and came in, there were two young girls standing in the room.

However, because of Qiao Guan's sudden change of mind, the deposit she had given to the landlord before was gone, and she walked out of the alley in despair. She touched her dry and flat purse, and began to think about pocket money.

Fu Tianlang... she couldn't speak, Qiao Ma... let alone, now she finally understands the horror of not being financially independent...

A few crows flew overhead, and she sighed to the sky.

Fortunately, it's not too late to work.

I heard that Zhao Ling has recently taken on a few difficult cases, maybe she can help?
The smell of ripe wheat is floating in the June wind, and another graduation season is coming.

"Qiao Wan, come and take a picture!"

Qiao Wan turned back from the crowd, and then walked over slowly.

With a "click", Qiao Wan looked at the camera and smiled, and in the blink of an eye, her college career was over.

Time flies like water. She stood in the crowd and listened to the principal's speech at the graduation ceremony. She pulled her bachelor's uniform and walked aside. Weeping with joy, celebrating the graduation of their children.

One by one, in pairs, in groups, only she was alone, alone.

"He didn't come?" Zhao Ling came to her side at some point, followed by the well-dressed golden-eyed zombie.

"Who?" Qiao Wan pretended to be stupid.

"Fu Tianlang." Zhao Ling pursed her lips and said by name.

Qiao Wan turned around and looked at Zhao Ling's clothes.

After four years of hard work, they finally graduated. Everyone was wearing a square hat and black gown. Zhao Ling was the only one who was always wearing the Daoist gown passed down from generation to generation by their Zhao family.

Now amidst the black robes, Zhao Ling's dark yellow body is particularly eye-catching, but no matter how eye-catching, it is not as eye-catching as the man behind her.

Qiao Wan noticed the amazed or regretful eyes around him. It was nothing more than how such a handsome man had a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, ordinary features, and even a woman who was not even delicate?
Qiao Wan touched his nose: "He's busy with work."

Zhao Ling remained silent and left knowingly.

The weather in June has turned hot, and Qiao Wan stood alone for a long time again, looking up at the sky, and pulled the square hat on her head again. It was the first time for her to wear a bachelor's uniform at this age. After graduating from university, the person who sent her to report never showed up.

In July, the gate of ghosts opens, and hundreds of ghosts walk around the world at night.

Hearing the sound of rain hitting the back of the umbrella, Qiao Wan walked alone on the dark street with his head down.

Fluorescence appeared from the ground from time to time, passing her in a hurry, some of them recognized her identity, bent down, and called out respectfully: "Qiao Yinsi."

Qiao Wan turned a deaf ear to it, and walked past the ghost with more eyes and nose than concern.

She didn't see anything... She didn't see anything. She was a normal person, at least in the eyes of the world, but she couldn't walk around like last time. She was almost regarded as crazy by passers-by.

She walked with her head down, walked through the small garden, and finally arrived at the main entrance of Fu's house.

This is a century-old private residence, the appearance is a typical French garden house style, the walls are surrounded by vines that change colors with the seasons, the outer walls are inlaid with black or white pebbles, and the roof is slightly sloped. The surface is covered with red flat tiles, clean and refined without being out of the ordinary.

And I heard that Mr. Fu was a collector when he was alive. When he entered through the main entrance, there were many antique furniture, calligraphy and paintings everywhere, each of which was priceless. Be careful and break it.

(End of this chapter)