Chapter 1209

Ranbai made a decisive decision on the spot. The means were faster than the reaction. The dark red sickle in her hand was directly thrown in the direction of the last bus of No. 44.

"Stabbed..." because of the obstacle ahead, the driver was forced to stop and step on the brake, and the car body made a strange sound.

The driver wearing a blue company system wiped the sweat on his head and looked at the big sickle in front of the car.

The originally fast-moving bus stopped, and the silent passengers in the car raised their heads. The atmosphere was a little depressed and strange.

Ranbai looks at the last bus forced to stop, slightly hooks his lips and dodges over.

Ouyang Jingxue looked at them and ran quickly.

Gu Lanxi, who was caught off guard and locked in the car, was finally relieved. Mom, Mommy, she was scared to death.

Ran Bai kicked the door and said in a low voice, "open the door."

The driver's legs kept shaking, and there was an obvious struggle on his face. Finally, he pushed the button to open the door.

Dyed white stepped on the bottom of the car with one foot, and the sickle had automatically flown back to dyed white's hand.

Dyed white, dressed in a black cloak, holding a bloody sickle, slowly raised his eyes, a pair of narrow and strange eyes, looking at the ghosts who hesitated not far away.

Her bloody red lips aroused a provocative smile, her slender and pale fingers against the lip petals, down, compared her middle finger under the dead gaze of the ghosts, and spit out two clear and arrogant words: "spicy, chicken."

Provocation and arrogance.

Ghosts:!!!

Ghosts have no dignity, do they?!

As soon as she got into the car, the driver's fingers trembled, pressed the button, closed the door quickly, stepped on the accelerator and ran forward.

When they noticed that someone had got on the car, all the 'people' in the car raised their heads and looked at the man in black, looking strange.

"Host, are you deliberately???" deliberately provoking those ghosts, what are you doing?

"Well, it was intentional." ran Bai admitted faintly.

Dye Bai didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She stood beside the driver with a sickle in her hand and looked at the driver with a smile, "don't let me get on the bus, huh?"

"No, no, I don't dare." under the white gaze of the driver, his legs trembled more and more, and a drop of sweat slipped down his forehead.

"What are you afraid of?" ran Bai picked her eyebrow: "don't worry, I won't move you now."

"..." the driver, the driver's legs trembled even more.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, crackling on the ground, and the potholes on the road are full of rain.

The driver felt a dangerous line of sight staring at himself. He looked sad, put his hands on the steering wheel, trembled and said, "well, you find, find a place to sit."

"No." ranbai refused the driver's kindness: "I feel I'm good standing."

"..." you are good, but I am not good.

"Why are you sweating all the time?" ran Bai noticed that the sweat on the driver's head had not broken, narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"It's hot, maybe it's too hot..." the driver stared at the front, didn't dare to see dye white, and said lamely.

"Oh." ranbai looked at the pouring rain outside the car window, nodded and said meaningfully, "it's very hot."

Finally, dye Bai took her eyes off the driver and looked at the other passengers in the car.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tight body. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat, stared at the front and continued driving.

"Ding, open the hidden mandatory task strategy male God: wine, please warm him with love, care for him with your heart, fall down on him, fall asleep on him."