Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"If it's really Gigi's ex-boyfriend, I have to go back to the police station and apply for a search warrant. And since Gigi has called the police several times, the police station should have her ex-boyfriend's home address."

"If you want to solve this problem once and for all, you have to collect more evidence."

Zhu Jiu groaned for a moment and said to the thatched cottage in the back seat:

"Take your two disciples and Jingjing to the church to take a look first."

"I'll be there shortly."

"Remember to protect her."

This "she" obviously refers to Jingzhi.

Jingzhi's left hand gently rested on his hand that was shifting gears, "I'm just a mortal. I don't need their protection."

Zhu Jiu took the time to look back at her. "You left the hairpin with the protective array at Caolu, and the jade pendant is still with me and I haven't had time to repair it yet. You are now completely defenseless. If not..."

If she hadn't seemed somewhat averse to the profession of police officer, he would have taken her to the police station.

"The best defense is offense, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Jintong suddenly interrupted.

"Sister Jingzhi, this is a personal feud between Gigi, the Ghost King, and Caolu. You'd better not interfere. Otherwise, Caolu Monk will likely be affected by the laws of heaven and earth and return home early."

Jingzhi suddenly stopped talking and his expression became serious.

"You mean, the one who kidnapped Gigi wasn't her ex-boyfriend, but the Fuso Ghost King?"

Jin Tongxin covered his mouth and thought he had let the cat out of the bag.

[Yes and no. 】

"Anyway, think about it yourself. You just got together with the layman, and you don't want him to leave early."

She frowned and asked:

【Didn’t you say last time that if he left, I would go with him?】

Jin Tong felt very guilty and stammered:

[Well, who can tell for sure whether we're going together or one after the other? As you know, the speed of time flows differently in every space and time. What if you're a step late... The layman will already...]

"do not talk!"

She suddenly straightened up and roared.

Not only did the sea of ​​consciousness become quiet, but even the car became silent.

Zhu Jiu slowed down, glanced at her, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Cao Lu glared fiercely at the two disciples who had just been bickering, sat up straight, and leaned forward. "Don't be angry, I'll teach them a lesson when we get back."

Jingzhi's chest kept heaving, and she couldn't help but redden her eyes at the thought that such a gentle Ah Zheng might leave her.

As she turned around, the seat belt ripped and a large section was torn out.

Jingzhi hugged Caolu's neck tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and shed tears silently.

Today he was wearing Zhu Jiu's light blue shirt. The thin fabric stuck to his body when it got wet. Cao Lu felt uneasy and raised her hand to gently touch her back.

"Don't cry, don't you like noisy environments?"

When Xigui heard his master's wife crying, he also panicked.

He pinched the bread, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Um, I'm sorry. I won't argue with my junior brother anymore."

[Jingzhi: Jintong, I will control myself. As long as they are not hurt, I will not take action.]

Jin Tong realized that he had said something out of turn and didn't dare to breathe.

He was afraid that a sudden thunderbolt would strike his soul and destroy Jingzhi.

He didn't say anything and Jingzhi didn't care.

She wiped her tears with the collar of the thatched cottage, forced a smile at him, and gently rubbed her thin tortoise-shaped hair, "I'm fine."

"Get off the car. I'll take you to another taxi to the church."

After instructing Zhu Jiu to be careful, the four of them got off the car at the intersection, hailed a yellow taxi, and drove straight to the church.

The driver kept glancing at the three people behind him.

"Hey, are you guys rushing to the set? Got your costumes on? Actors can make a lot of money these days. By the way, what kind of drama are you filming? You're wearing armor, is this the Legend of Yue Fei?"

The talkative driver asked one question after another. Caolu was afraid that Jingzhi would find the noise annoying, so he put his hand behind her neck and gently covered her ears.

Jingzhi leaned on his shoulder, her fingers lightly placed on the sword on his knees, her eyes blank, not knowing what she was thinking.

No one responded and the driver felt embarrassed.

Afraid of a dull atmosphere, he talked on his own, becoming more and more excited.

I told them everything, from how I had taken several cars of people this morning to how I had just taken a pregnant woman who was about to give birth to the hospital.

Still no one paid any attention to him.

The master was used to this kind of situation, and he had also pulled in customers who were not very talkative. He smiled amiably and continued:

"You don't know, the last customer I had was really weird."

"A drunken man dragged a crying woman in a wedding dress and said he wanted to go to the church."

"That woman was as beautiful as a fairy. I just took one look at her when that man went crazy. He suddenly leaned in front of me and grabbed my steering wheel. I was so scared that I almost hit the old lady on the side of the road. Fortunately, I stepped on the brakes in time..."

He kept talking, completely unaware that the other people in the car were sitting up straighter with serious expressions.

Even the spiritless Jingzhi sat up.

"That woman, is she okay?"

Girls are easier to talk to.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Well, when she started crying, I thought she was getting married. I was so moved."

"Then the man seemed annoyed and slapped me. I felt something was wrong."

"But I'm embarrassed to talk about the young couple. The man seemed to have some mental problems. As soon as we arrived at our destination, I left immediately."

"Miss Shishi is so selfless, why does she always end up like this... Alas."

Caolu sighed softly, thinking that beautiful women always have a tragic fate.

The woman beside him is the same.

She has gone through reincarnation countless times, experienced the ups and downs of life, and gone through all the vicissitudes of life, but she can still keep her innocent heart, which is truly rare.

Jingzhi didn't care about her image at this time. She tightly grasped the leather backrest of Xigui, cursing softly, and in her heart she had already chopped Gigi's ex-boyfriend into eight pieces.

Caolu felt it was a bit absurd that she was quite cute when she cursed.

He gently pulled her hand down and put something on her wrist.

The fair wrist is matched with an emerald green bracelet.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, thinking silently about the meaning of the bracelet, and two blushes suddenly appeared on his face.

"Send it to you."

"I know this was a bit hasty, and I don't know when I'll be back. If I catch the Ghost King and I'm still here, then..."

He talked for a long time, his face flushed, but he couldn't say the second half of the sentence under everyone's eyes.

Jingzhi turned the bracelet, looked around for a few seconds, and suddenly hugged the thatched cottage tightly, with a pale face and no words.

She somewhat understood what he was going to say.

But this uncertain future is full of unknowns, how can she make him a promise?

The car fell into silence for a moment. Caolu waited for a long time and could only laugh awkwardly, saying that it was okay.

"I just suddenly wanted to give you something, don't put too much pressure on me."

Jingzhi slowly raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes. The ominous premonition in her heart became stronger.

She didn't care and bumped into him, pressing him against the car window and kissing him.

Tears mixed with her gradually hot breathing were sensed by the thatched cottage.

He widened his eyes awkwardly, looking at Ma Shangfeng behind her, then glanced at the petrified thin turtle back in the front row, and the driver's teasing smile in the rearview mirror.

His face suddenly flushed red, and he pressed his palms against her shoulders, creating a gap between them.

She kept muttering "A Zheng, A Zheng..."

The choked tone was full of love and dependence on him.

Caolu's heart softened, and he didn't care whether her dependence on him was due to any past life. He lowered his head to wipe away the tears on her face and held her tightly in his arms.

She would kiss him, did she promise him that?

Did she understand what he meant?

He is about to have a wife in his thatched cottage.

very nice.

He was looking forward to that moment...

……