Vampire cute baby tomb robber

The richer and more powerful a person is, the more he will care about his own image, even when speaking, he likes to go around.

Just why bother.

Mo Niang smiled, with a slight mockery.

She didn't do it for a long time. She turned her head to look at the maid who had been looking at her like a thief, and said in a calm voice, "Tell Mrs. Qu that I have no interest in you Shao Shao. She can rest assured."

After the words fell, she got up and left the gazebo without waiting for anyone to respond.

She didn't walk fast, and every time she took a step, she straightened her waist.

I didn't deliberately care about what walking posture and expression to use.

Everything has become a kind of nature.

Her smile was standard, her pupils were black and pure, and she was not sad. Even when she returned to the Mo's house, everything was normal. She didn't want people to see her fragility.

She was also like this in the years when the Mo family lost power.

The mood at that time, because it has passed for a long time, now I only feel a little vague and unreal, it seems that the whole person has been hollowed out, and there is nothing in my heart.

During that period of time when everyone didn't believe her, held on to that bit of persistence like masochism and refused to let go, no one could save her, except herself...

it's nothing.

From the peak to the bottom, but that's all...

I thought it was over.

Mo Niang didn't know why Qu Luo still came over.

He looked at her with a wicked smile, and hugged her from behind. The strong aroma of wine contained a faint smell of rouge and gouache: "These few days have been so boring."

"Really?" Mo Niang didn't push him away, she sat on the wooden chair, her whole body was hidden in the darkness, only those eyes appeared, the pupils were extremely black.

She smiled: "I thought you were having a good time."

"Drinking a full stomach of wine every day, what's so fun." Qu Luo hooked her thin lips, as if enjoying this intimacy very much, and even the tone of her voice was a bit coquettish.

Mo Niang's eyes darkened a bit: "Xiao Douding, you are only interested in me back then."

Qu Luo was stunned for a moment, his usually evil and handsome face looked a little flustered.

Mo Niang looked at him, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up. Maybe it wasn't a smile, because his eyes were cold.

"Actually, you defeated me a long time ago." Her voice was light, her eyes were calm and unwavering: "Do you still remember that we played archery together when we were young? If you weren't smaller than me in stature and strength, You must be shooting farther than me. Even my husband said that your speed and accuracy are the highest. It is only the age gap that shows the distance. Now, you have grown up before, whether it is intersection ability They are still much better at dealing with people than me. So let's stop here, I have considered it, and I still feel that they are not suitable for each other..."

Qu Luo looked at her, feeling her breath was stuck in her throat, and her fingers were a little stiff: "We've just started..."

Mo Niang glanced at him and took his hand away from her waist: "It's over."

"Oh, it's over?" Qu Luo's mouth curled up, and a cold look appeared in his eyes: "It's not over, it's because you never thought about starting with me."

Mo Niang was silent for a while, as if she didn't hear his question, she turned and opened the door, her intention to see off the guest was obvious.

Such a calm attitude.

It seemed that she had never taken this relationship to heart.

Such a natural attitude cut off the relationship between them without hesitation...

Qu Luo smiled suddenly, with an indescribable evil spirit: "I didn't even have fun, so Sister Mo called to stop."

His tone is very gorgeous, with the tail rising slightly, but it is extremely cold, and no warmth can be heard: "Is it because of that person? Sister Mo, sometimes you are really not smart enough to even give it to you." I can’t bear to throw away everything I own, heh, it’s so stupid and touching.”

Mo Niang didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously began to close slowly, the cold feeling invaded the bones little by little, gradually spread from the fingers to the limbs, and directly to the bottom of the heart.

Qu Luo laughed more and the chill in his eyes deepened, he leaned his body, and even his breathing was cold with the smell of alcohol: "Is it right?"

"Whatever you think, I just want to tell you that there is no need to waste time on me, just like you said, it's just for fun." As soon as Mo Niang stretched out her hand to push him away, he grabbed her wrist and shook her. Pulled back.

The smell of gunpowder seeped in from the thin lips, with cold cruelty, as if to tear her whole body apart, without any tenderness, as if venting something, the tip of the tongue hooked On the tip of the tongue, you can even hear the sound of kissing.

Mo Niang raised her hand, trying to shake him off, but he pressed her wrist against the wall. With such strength, there was no way she could escape.

There was no other way, Mo Niang could only exert strength on her mouth, and bit down her teeth heavily.

The bloody smell of rust spread from the mouth.

The strength on the tip of the tongue is gone.

He looked down at her, the heat in his eyes quickly receded, and he completely cooled down. There was a smile on his face, but the coldness emanating from his bones.

He could vaguely hear his sneer, and his low tone was subtly suppressed.

He just slammed the door and walked out, never coming back.

It seemed to him that this was really just a game. Once the game was over, the two parties were just passers-by who had nothing to do with each other. With a casual wave of their hands, everything that had been in the past would be wiped away.

Mo Niang sat back on the wooden chair, looked down at the amulet on her neck, then stretched out her hand, grabbed it and threw it out of the window.

The emerald jade shattered at the sound, and the demon lady looked at the jade piece, covered her eyes with her hands, and fell on her back on the wooden chair, sleeping for a whole day...

Feelings are gone, life goes on.

Mo Niang still had to carry those paintings to sell the next day, and when the sale was approaching dusk, she saw Qu Luo again.

It's just that this time, there are more people, a mighty group of people, all young masters and ladies in the circle.

The daughter surnamed Wei was also there, both of them were wearing bright red clothes, walking towards Qian like stars and moons, talking and laughing.

As if they didn't see the devil girl, they just passed by...

On the contrary, those young masters following behind Qu Luo smiled with ulterior motives.

Mo Niang didn't care about them, she stretched out her hand to wrap up the painting, without the slightest emotion on her face.

After a while, a group of people came suddenly, holding wooden sticks in their hands, with fierce expressions on their faces, they reached out and smashed the demon girl's painting booth to pieces.

The Chinese young master standing under the shade of the tree, Mo Niang had seen her before, he looked at her lazily, and sneered: "If it wasn't for Young Master Luo, how long do you think your stall can last?"