Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

A sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and then he put a sword on his neck.

Yan Jun stood in front of him and looked at him fiercely.

In contrast, Ji Rao's face was more calm.

Because he knew that Yan Jun was just angry and didn't want to kill him.

Sure enough, Yan Jun looked at Ji Rao for a long time, and finally he took up the sword dejectedly.

"Why don't you give Shen Yunan back to me?"

Ji Rao looks at him quietly.

"Do you know? I've been happy with him for years

Ji Rao pursed her lower lip. "I don't want to listen to you, and you don't want to talk to me."

Yan Jun turned his head and looked at him. He could almost see blood in his eyes. "Do you believe there are ghosts in the world?"

"So what? What if not? "

Yan Jun looked at him sarcastically, "there are so many innocent people who died under your hands. Are you really not afraid of them asking for your life?"

"Sometimes people are more terrible than ghosts." Ji Rao fixed looking at Yan Jun, "compared to such a person, the ghost has nothing to fear."

Yan Jun nodded.

Then he turned and went out.

There is no more trouble for Ji Rao.

Ji Rao took a breath. Before he sat down, the door opened again.

Han Yu still keeps the posture of opening the door, standing at the door, looking at Ji Rao, as if to confirm that he's OK. His eyes move down and see the sword on the ground, his face slowly dignified.

Ji Rao sat on the chair, "go and make me a kettle of water."

"Good." Han Yu turns her head and goes out.

When he took two steps, he stopped.

Why did he listen to Ji Rao?

He shook his head and sighed.

I'm going to boil water.

Ji Rao did another divination.

Find out where there will be floods and droughts, and write them down one by one.

When Han Yu came in with water, he happened to see Ji Rao writing something on the table. He took a look and wondered, "when did disasters happen in these places?"

Ji Rao wrote on his own. After writing, he blew the ink on it. Then he folded it up and nodded with his chin, "pour me a cup."

Han Yu stares at Ji Rao. Ji Rao gives Han Yu a strange look, and Han Yu is discouraged.

He gave Ji Rao a glass of water.

Ji Rao sits on the chair and puts the rice paper on the table.

Han Yu goes to put away the sword on the ground. Ji Rao takes a look and doesn't care.

He sighed, "in fact, if you tell the general where Mr. Shen's body is, you won't suffer so much."

Of course I know.

Ji Rao's heart turned white.

Han Yu saw that Ji Rao didn't take her heart at all. She couldn't help saying in a hurry, "the general is not a traitor. It's useless for you to ask for a corpse. If you don't tell the general, you'll still be your national teacher."

Ji Rao looks up at Han Yu gently.

For the bright and transparent eyes, Han Yu lost her voice for a moment.

"I don't say I have my reasons." He reached out and lifted the tea cup. It was still hot and he blew it gently. "But you think I killed countless people, and I'm a minister who charms the king and the Lord? Why do you say that to me? I'm dead. Aren't you happier? "

"I..."

There is nothing wrong with this. Han Yu is not sure how to refute what he said, and she has no idea what she thought. She turns red in the face and ears. Finally, she gives a cold hum, says "I don't know what's good" and goes out.

Ji Rao took a sip from the cup in her hands.

Then he looked at the door.

Did the man just Like yourself?