Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Snow falling, Ji Rao's voice is cold and empty.

Chu Xiu was slightly stunned.

Isn't Ji Rao calling zi'an?

If not Ji Rao, how did Su Zian come from?

But he didn't have time to think about all this, because Su Zian's face was almost transparent. Chu Xiu knew Ji Rao's ability. He was afraid that Ji Rao would break Su Zian's wrist in anger.

But it's obvious that Ji Rao has the ability, but he doesn't.

"Who brought you here?"

Su Zian struggled, tears streaming down, "brother Chu, brother Chu..."

Chu Xiu holds Ji Rao's shoulder, "let him go, he doesn't know anything."

"No way!" Ji Rao is very uneasy. He seems to be aware of it, but he can't figure out what's going on. He firmly believes that Su Zian has a problem. No one, no one can find it even when he has laid a ghost wall.

"Tell me, who brought you here!"

"Ji Rao! Let him go Chu Xiu protects Su Zi behind him. He looks at Ji Rao with a kind of almost hostile sight.

Such line of sight lets Ji Rao have a moment of Lengzheng.

The next moment, Chu Xiu Yu Guang saw a flash of snow light.

He came to the battlefield all the year round and reflected what it was at the first time. Almost at the same time, he stretched out his hand. He didn't think about it and didn't need to react. It seemed that it was just an instinct, which was engraved in his soul. Even if he forgot himself and the whole world, it would not be erased.

Unfortunately, he is still slow.

As if slow motion appeared in front of his eyes, Chu Xiu looked at the flashing dagger, picked off the red rope on Ji Rao's wrist, and then rushed into his heart.

"Ji Rao..."

Chu Xiu didn't find his voice trembling.

The ghost had no blood, but the red rope broke off and fell on the snow. The bright red color hurt the eyes of the spectators slightly. It was the same as the blood. The original color of the red rope faded quickly.

"How did you get in there?"

He heard Xu Xian roar out from behind.

Ghosts have no substance, but Su Zian really feels a little resistance when he inserts the dagger, which is the same as the resistance of human flesh and blood. He looks very white. The ghost in the dagger breaks up the soul of the other ghost. Now, like boiling oil, he is about to break through the dagger and run away.

The dagger sent out an amazing heat. Su Zian's hand was burned. He suddenly released it, and the dagger fell on the snow, just beside the red rope.

He gasped violently, the palm of his hand was red, and he kept comforting himself in his heart.

It's not killing, it's not killing, it's not killing.

Ji Rao is just a ghost.

He forces Chu Xiu to marry him and threatens Chu Xiu and his own life. He is a devil, and his death is not worth cherishing

He's not wrong. He's not wrong.

Even though he comforted himself again and again, Su Zian was still very uneasy. That uneasiness surrounded him like a tide. He was in urgent need of a straw, a straw that could let him breathe and drag him ashore.

So he turned his eyes to Chu Xiu.

Chu Xiu would be very distressed even if he broke his finger.

"Chu Xiu, what's the matter with you?"

Chu Xiu knelt down on the ground, his face showed extremely restrained pain, his hands tightly on the ground, and his strength almost lifted the land down.