Quick Transmigration: The Sick and Delicate Villain Has a Deep Routine

Chapter 135 Jing Zhi, I'm Back

Fu Yun fainted on the ground, Shi Jiu took a step closer, stretched out his hand, and was still panting.

If he killed God, Shi Jiu felt that he might not even have the chance to go to hell.

Her palms were scorching hot, and a faint fishy smell flooded into her nostrils. She stretched out her hand to wipe it, and it turned out that she had a nosebleed, so she unconsciously let out a soft snort of disdain, "Weak chicken, don't you usually exercise? If my aunt hadn't come out, I would have been circled by Fuyun Chacha now."

No matter how she heard these words, she didn't speak in her usual tone. Thinking of the force value of hanging and beating Fuyun, Shi Jiu realized it.

"You...Could it be Shi Jiu from before?" Shi Jiu felt a chill in her heart, maybe her mental illness has worsened again, and now she has reached the level of split personality.

"Stupid, what are you thinking? You are you, I am me, we have nothing to do with each other." She said to herself, as if there were two souls pulling back and forth in her body.

"Then why are you helping me? Don't watch me being circled by Fuyun." Shi Jiu raised his eyebrows.

The other party seemed to be at a loss, but he was a little embarrassed but insisted on defending, "Stop being narcissistic, I just can't understand how cowardly you are, you can't even beat a guy like Fuyun, not to mention, it does have something to do with me."

Shi Jiu leaned against the railing nonchalantly, and then saw that Xiao Hei wanted to get closer to her, but didn't.

Even Xiao Hei himself can't figure it out, the current master is very good, although the previous master always exploited it, but it's good enough, if it has to choose between the two, which one should it choose?
Before Xiao Hei could reply, it heard Shi Jiu say: "This is just a lingering thought on Fuyun's body. I like to keep a safe guarantee for myself. It's just such a day. And fight with the deadly enemy."

A certain Shi Jiu looked at his fingers when he was helpless, and he had regained control of his body.

She heard Cannian say again with disgust: "Look at the one who tosses herself like a thin bamboo pole. You should pay attention to your body when you are in love."

Shi Jiu suddenly smiled, it was really a wonderful feeling, the past me appeared to protect the present me.

"Okay, I will make myself fat and white." Her voice was hoarse, with a smile.

"That's about the same. Ghost gates are actually everywhere, and they are born by water. It's at the bottom of the Wangchuan River. Go there." She smiled with satisfaction, and there was a little reluctance in her arrogant voice.

There was a sudden sharp pain in her heart, Shi Jiu clutched her chest and almost fell to the ground, a part of her body seemed to disappear along with that lingering thought.

She raised her eyebrows, stood up while leaning on the railing, gritted her teeth and stood firm, her steps were a little weak.

The huge wings spread out, soaring straight into the sky, the Wangchuan River is just behind Meng Xiaoshi's courtyard.

She is such an idiot, she thought that the door of hell must be opened by Fuyun.

It turned out that it had been so close to her.

Black wings swept across the sky, and Shi Jiu fell straight into the Wangchuan River.

The black cat hugged Shijiu's neck tightly, yes, yes, no need to imitate people's words, let's go, let's go, get out of this damn place.

The ice-cold river smelled like alcohol, her lungs felt like they were about to explode, and she felt a burning pain. Her wings turned into hands again, and she headed deep into the bottom of the river.

The black cat hugged Shi Jiu's neck tightly, and swam forward with its legs wide open.

Under the Wangchuan River, there are only bones, and there is no ghost gate at all.

Shi Jiu was swimming at the bottom of the river in disbelief, but he didn't see the door at all, and the air in his chest was gradually becoming thinner.

Where is the ghost gate?
The black cat let go of its paws and sank to the bottom of the river. Shi Jiu quickly hugged it and swam towards the river.

But the surface of the water seemed to be endless, and after a long time, no ghost door was found.

She clearly remembered, the gate of hell, where countless hands made of black air pulled Jing Zhi inside.

She remembered, why didn't she? Why!
She hugged the black cat tightly in her arms, but found that Xiao Hei seemed to be dead, straightened the cat's legs, and the cat's tail was also stiff and frightening.

This thought made Shi Jiu feel terrified, and her body seemed to stiffen, Xiao Hei couldn't die, it couldn't die.

It accompanied her into the ghost gate, it should be fine, it can't die, even if she dies, Xiao Hei can't die.

Shi Jiu desperately went upstream, but many cold hands clinged to her ankles, and a strong tingling pain hit her, making her unable to move.

Shi Jiu trembled, hugged the black cat tightly, trying to breathe for it.

A quick thought flashed through, Xiao Hei is dead? Wait, she seems to have discovered something strange.

Xiao Hei is an immortal thing, how could he die, even if she died, Xiao Hei would not die.

Xiao Hei was able to beat a human being, even a ghost. It is absolutely impossible for him to die, and it is unknown whether he has survived or not.

When she realized this, the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed, the piles of white bones turned into a door, and the hand pulling her ankle turned into a wisp of black air.

Shi Jiu smiled faintly, looking at the black cat, Xiao Hei was indeed still in her arms, but he was pressing an indescribable place with its cat paw.

"Heh." Shi Jiu mercilessly pulled off the black cat's paw, and then pulled its paw towards the gate of hell.

The moment Ghost Gate saw Shi Jiu and the black cat, it couldn't help shaking, and instinctively opened the door.

It was these two ancestors again who robbed her of all her wealth thousands of years ago. They thought that if she was allowed to enter the ghost world, Fuyun would take care of her.

I never thought that Feng Shui didn't take turns, and my aunt was still my aunt.

Shi Jiu was able to perceive that there was air on the other side of the door, which was the human world.

Just as she was about to step out, a hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly.

Shi Jiu didn't look back, he stretched out his arm, and took Xiao Hei's half foot into the door.

"Shijiu, are you going to leave without saying a word again?"

Behind him, Meng Xiaoshi said with tears streaming down his face.

She is a ghost, so she was fooled by a guy who didn't know if she was a human or a demon, again and again.

Now all hell is looking for Shijiu, the person who knocked His Highness King of Hades unconscious, the hell bride who once escaped marriage.

Shi Jiu retracted the half of her stepping foot, but she didn't look back, but there was an extremely gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly, "If I say goodbye, I won't be willing to leave."

This is still a lie, of course she wants to leave, whether it is Meng Xiaoshi or Fuyun, they are just old friends and have nothing to do with her now.

But to be honest, she would probably be stabbed in the kidney, which was not the ending she wanted.

"Will you remember me?" Meng Xiaoshi's eyes were full of sadness, "It's Shijiu now."

Shi Jiu restrained his smile, and said seriously, "Yes, Xiao Shi, I will remember you until I disappear."

Meng Xiaoshi said tremblingly, "That's settled." Her tears followed the direction of the water and flowed to Shi Jiu's side, feeling a little warm.

Shi Jiu's mood was a bit complicated. She hugged the black cat and stepped into the door.

Jingzhi, I'm back.

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