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419 Qu Luo vs. Demon Girl, Let’s See This For Yourself (4000+)

"I really don't know..." Qu Luo clasped the glass cup in his palm with his slender fingers, and raised his light-colored thin lips: "If you touch you, it's like touching the Qu family." As he said, he turned to Hong Jiu He looked over in the direction of him: "Xiao Jiu, when did our Qu family have an official with a foreign surname?"

What!The prefect's back froze suddenly, and he raised his head, his eyes were filled with unbelievable disbelief. He knew that this Young Master Luo's identity would be very unusual, but what he didn't expect was that he would be... would be Qu family!

"No wonder the magistrate would have such a misunderstanding." Qu Luo smiled, "We've been talking for a long time, but we haven't even introduced ourselves formally. My name is Qu... Luo, a junior in the Qu family. Ranked the boss."

When hearing the last sentence, Zhifu's entire face changed!

His cheeks were so pale that it was extremely difficult to see.

He had heard long ago that the Qu family seemed to be in charge of the second young master of the Qu family, but the real master was the eldest young master who could not be seen.

In the younger generation, the Qu family valued this bohemian young master the most.

Not to mention the old man Qu's favorite, even the offshoots of the Qu family are assigned by him.

He has almost become a tacit existence, the head of the next composer.

But he actually didn't know Mount Tai, and let out such cruel words in front of this person!

The prefect's legs were so frightened that he took a step back abruptly. If it wasn't for someone supporting him from behind, he would have slumped on the ground.

Qu Luo took a step forward, put one hand in the pocket of his coat, and slowly bent down: "Am I qualified to investigate you now?"

"Qu, Young Master Qu..." The prefect was sweating all the time, wanting to say something.

But Qu Luo didn't give him this chance at all, and pulled away in time, and said to Hong Jiu, "Even if it's on the Qujia online, I'll pull it out. Luan County has been rotten for a long time."

Only then did the magistrate realize that the person in front of him was not a playboy at all.

His eating, drinking, playing, and bohemian are just the appearances he created intentionally or unintentionally.

Whatever the emperor needs to do but is inconvenient to do, will be handed over to him.

If it is said that what the Hei family has done represents light.

What Naquluo did represented darkness.

His methods are completely out of line with being upright, but they are also what those in power need most.

That's why composers are so enduring.

Even today's Holy Majesty is condoning Qu Luo's practice intentionally or unintentionally.

In this way, with Luan County as the center, the ministers who took bribes fell one after another, just like the cold wind sweeping fallen leaves.

There is no news here, and the other side has already died.

They don't understand why they have managed everything, but in the end they still lose their official positions and go to prison as bandits?

Because they won't know until they die, it is precisely because of those arrangements on the wine table that Qu Luo knows clearly who should be moved and who should be kept.

Even Hong Jiu, who had been by Qu Luo's side all the year round, just thought that Qu Luo didn't like people playing tricks in front of him, so he punished them all.

And the one who can really see through all this may be the only one, Mo Niang.

She stood there, her black eyes narrowed slightly to Shang Quluo's seemingly affectionate but ruthless eyes.

Qu Luo paused when she walked past her, breathing behind her ear: "Only I can bully you, before I beat you, how can I let others take advantage of you."

Mo Niang was taken aback, looking at the slender and tall figure, the memories hidden in the depths rushed out.

That was when the Mo family hadn't declined, and she would often fight with those young masters.

No matter how powerful she is, she is only a ** year old girl, facing a group of people, she will be injured to some extent.

At this time, there will always be a small person protecting her from behind, who is obviously younger than her, smells like milk, even more delicate and beautiful than what a woman should look like, with long eyelashes, flickering Warn her: "Only I can bully you, how can I let others take advantage of you before I defeat you, you idiot!"

"Little Douding..." Mo Niang whispered to herself, and a deep smile appeared in her long and narrow eyes: "So it's you."

Qu Luo had gone far away, but Nangong Baiye, who had been pretending to be a maid with her head half down, raised her head slightly: "Little Douding? What is that?"

Mo Niang turned around, smiled lightly, and asked without answering, "Are you here to steal money?"

"Hush!" Nangong Baiye put his index finger to his lips angrily. There was no trace of fear on his delicate face. In his mouth, he smiled evilly: "Don't say it, there will be no mystery if you say it. However, you really know a lot about red wine."

Mo Niang raised her eyebrows: "Red wine?"

"Ah, you're called Posey wine here." Nangong Baiye hooked her thin lips, picked up the glass, and touched Mo Niang's hand: "The last time I saw you, you were still in the cell, why did you come out?"

Mo Niang replied lazily: "The sentence is over."

"So fast?" Nangong Baiye wrinkled the tip of his nose: "At that time, I wanted to let you go, but you didn't agree. I didn't expect that after only a few days, you would have served your sentence."

Mo Niang also took a glass: "If the sentence is not served, even if I get out, I still won't be able to go home. I can only go back when the sentence is over."

So at that time, no matter how hard it was, this person persisted?

Nangong Baiye paused while drinking, and gently swirled the wine glass.

Is it just to be able to support that family in a fair and honest manner?

"Okay, it's not safe here, pack up and leave quickly." Mo Niang thought for a while, and then said: "I'd better take you out, those people will definitely even check the maids now."

Nangong Baiye curled his thin lips without being pretentious: "Thank you."

"Compared to the time you saved me before, this is nothing." Mo Niang's voice was very light.

Nangong Baiye also recalled the scene when the two met for the first time, looking at her frailty, inexplicably felt that this person had a hard life.

The years seem to have left many marks on her body.

Those imprints are hidden in places that are not easy to be noticed, slowly accumulating into wounds...

The two didn't say anything more.

It seemed to be just the most ordinary encounter.

However, fate will always turn on its gears in an unexpected way.

Of course, these are things to follow.

That night, Mo Niang slept very late, and when she got up the next day, the carriage was already ready.

There was a figure lying lazily in the carriage, as if he had stayed up all night, his whole body smelled of rouge and gouache, and even his outer shirt had lip marks on it.

He seemed to be very uncomfortable, his thick brows were wrinkled, and that monstrous face no longer had the usual evil spirit.

The hand that Mo Niang opened the curtain paused for a moment, then she took out a washed and whitish handkerchief from the package, and covered his forehead.

Qu Luo slowly opened his eyes, with black and white pupils, he looked at her motionless, with deep sleepiness and a few strands of red in his eyes.

Seeing that it was her, he snorted coldly and turned his head away, like a child who was arguing: "Now I know how to control me, and I didn't even recognize me at first."

"It's because you have changed too much." Mo Niang touched his head, feeling the hard palms, and always felt warm in her heart: "You have grown into a handsome and handsome man."

Only then did Qu Luo laugh, not the kind of polite smile, nor the kind of evil smile, but a very gentle and gentle smile: "Then are you fascinated by me?"

"Well, I'm so fascinated." Mo Niang wet the handkerchief while talking, and put it on his forehead again, feeling the warmth, she frowned involuntarily: "You will have to do it again if you mess around in the future." Be careful, you won't drink your own life by drinking flower wine."

Qu Luo curled her thin lips: "Isn't it because no one is looking at me? The only person who can look at me doesn't even know me."

"You were only like this when I left." Mo Niang gestured to her waist, and laughed softly: "Besides, you never said what your last name is, how can I recognize it?"

At that time, he was more mysterious than anyone else, as if he was hidden in the palace, no one knew where he came from, the young master who was like a jade carving, he acted very maturely, very interesting...

……

Qu Luo looked at her, smiled suddenly, and said in a low voice, "It's still different."

He will never forget.

There is everything about this person.

So, still different...

"Okay, it's my fault." Mo Niang stretched out her hand and poured him a glass of jujube water: "Drink this, you can sober up and sweat."

Qu Luo is well-behaved, completely without the evil spirit she had when she was outside, her dark hair stuck behind her ears, and she didn't pick up the porcelain cup in the hands of the demon lady, she just opened her mouth slightly: "Ah..."

Mo Niang chuckled and fed him the jujube water.

After careful calculation, the two have not seen each other for many years.

The Mo Niang's memory of Qu Luo was still at the stage of that little Douding who was so beautiful.

There is no way to connect the man in front of him with the child at that time.

However, his ability to attract women has never weakened.

After feeding the jujube water, Mo Niang dipped the handkerchief again, her movements were gentle.

The person she regarded as her younger brother suddenly appeared and grew into a very dazzling man.

That feeling can be described in words.

There seems to be a little exclamation in the pride.

he's changed……

She has changed too.

It's just that the way we get along hasn't changed.

Sitting next to this person, you will feel very stable.

His smile is always pretty, and the profile of his face under the sunlight seems to be able to reflect a faint glow.

Expensive, but within reach.

Their relationship has always been interesting.

She has no blood relationship with Quluo.

When he was angry, he would call her "Sister Demon."

He knew all the shameful things about her.

She also knew that he would never be able to tell the difference between south, east and north.

Closer than friends, but not relatives...

It's probably too much the same, whether it's personality or ideas, they will always be in sync with each other inadvertently.

Even the things you like are the same.

Some people say that people who are very similar will become rivals if not friends.

She and him, at the beginning, were indeed disliked by each other.

Fortunately, they are still young, they just don't talk, and they haven't formed any evil.

Then, gradually began to become familiar with it.

I just found out that the two are very compatible...

Everyone said that she had a fiery personality, and she wanted to do everything to the extreme.

But no one knows, this person is even more so, his desire to conquer is really like a ball of fire, it will burn people without the slightest retreat.

Mo Niang lowered her thin lips and turned her head to the side, only to find that Qu Luo had closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes hit that evil face, her mouth was slightly opened, her brows stretched out, showing a bit of elegance. Sven.

She gently pulled away her hand. After all, she had grown up and couldn't lie together like before.

So Mo Niang tried her best to relax her hands and feet, packed her things, and leaned against the carriage, the curtains blown by the slight wind felt very comfortable on her body.

Gradually, drowsiness hit, and Mo Niang fell into sleep just like that.

What she didn't know was that the moment she closed her eyes, the person lying on the side opened their long and narrow eyes, and there was no trace of alcohol and sleepiness in the black pupils.

He propped himself up, looked at the very gorgeous little face in front of him, and involuntarily placed his eyes on those light-colored thin lips...

The carriage shook slightly.

Mo Niang leaned forward with her whole body.

Qu Luo stretched out his hands at the right time, wrapped her arms around her waist, and hugged her tightly so easily, her long and narrow eyes were full of tenderness that even she didn't realize.

Something seemed to be ignited in the blood, and it all poured into the deepest part of the heart, boiling and clamoring, almost tearing away all his gentleness.

Qu Luo gave a low laugh, tilted his head slightly, and his thin lips fell on the back of Mo Niang's ear, and he bit it lightly, without using much force, Xie Mei's voice was stained with a faint hoarseness: " Sister Mo, you are so relieved of me, hehe, is it true that in your eyes, I am just a child, a younger brother..."

Mo Niang naturally wouldn't answer him, any woman who has sunflower water knows that her body will always be extremely exhausted, and her sleep will also become heavy.

"You are really cute like this." Qu Luo pressed her forehead against hers, and her thin lips curled up in a sinister arc, and the tip of her nose was filled with a faint fragrance, which slowly infiltrated into her nostrils with the fluttering of her long hair. , that kind of fragrance that has occupied his whole attention since he was a child, that kind of fragrance that makes him want to ruthlessly push her under him every time he remembers it after he is an adult, and has a hard time doing it...

Message to readers: [-]-word update, please, thank you for reading, and thank you for loving Mo Niang Fanwai, thank you all, yesterday was Qixi Festival, I was too busy, I wish you all find your own as soon as possible God.

I have heard the preview of the radio drama "The Earl of Vampire". I am very grateful and look forward to the finished product. Don't be too tired when you are doing the drama, gnaw!