Vampire cute baby tomb robber

It was night and the fog filled the air.

Winter in the north is always like this. When there is no snow, there will be layers of white mist, and it is impossible to see who is who within one meter.

This winter seemed to pass very slowly. Even when the slow devil girl was sitting by the window warming wine, she felt that time seemed to have stopped.

A thick blanket was wrapped around her body, and she was wrapped in a fur robe with thick fluff as if she was afraid of the cold. Only one face was exposed, a pair of lazy eyes, and her complexion was as white as snow. , the long curly chestnut hair was not restrained by the wooden hairpin, and was casually scattered behind him, drowsy like a purebred cat.

"Mommy, mommy..." Someone shook her awake, with a strong scent of rouge: "Master Luo is here, in the hall."

Mo Niang opened her eyes and was about to get up.

The man said again: "There are quite a few people here, who do you want to send to accompany?"

Mo Niang sat back again, and smiled lightly: "Let whoever wants to go."

The girl smiled happily, and responded crisply: "Yes." She trotted out.

Mo Niang stretched out her hand and poured a cup of hot wine, drank it in her mouth, and finally warmed her body a little, but she was obviously absent-minded.

Looking down from this side of the window, you can just see the lively hall.

That person will always be a star and a moon, he likes a life of wanton indulgence, he is very dazzling...

Mo Niang lowered her eyes and smiled, and swallowed the wine in her mouth, feeling somewhat bitter.

She used to always think that she was different in his heart.

At least they are good friends regardless of gender?

But it turns out that she still overestimated herself.

She is no longer the arrogant and sought after Miss Mo Family.

She can't go back.

None of them can go back.

Only, she changed.

And those people only liked her in the past.

It's not that she didn't hold her heart in front of him, but the result was not satisfactory.

Not only can he have her, but he can also find many people like her before.

Sometimes, she always thinks that it would be great if someone could marry her, she would like to have a family...

It's just that things are unpredictable.

When she was poor, she thought about how to make money.

She has money, and what she thinks about is how to get revenge.

She will not tell anyone that her ultimate purpose of opening a brothel is revenge.

Those officials didn't understand until their death how they were pulled down by her.

Qu Luo should have known it long ago.

Ha ha.

so what.

She has never been able to move the composer.

Or her rationality told her not to touch the composer.

forget it.

Forget it really.

Those who killed grandfather are all dead.

She won't live long either.

As long as they don't come to provoke her, it's all fine.

she is tired...

Mo Niang slowly closed her eyes, her throat hurt from coughing, she took another sip of sake, and sat there with a relaxed expression, enjoying the tranquility at this moment.

The door was pushed open again, and the smell of alcohol hit her face, causing her to subconsciously turn her head away.

It was Qu Luo, he hugged her from behind, and there was a kind of childish grievance in his expression: "Why don't you come down to see me?"

Mo Niang was taken aback, she thought that no one in this world could resist this young master's complaint, it was really good-looking, she couldn't help but reached out and patted his head: "I'm a little tired today."

"Really..." He looked at her, and suddenly smiled coldly. There was an indescribable loneliness in that smile...