Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Today's Nangong Xiaomiao is already the little leader of the devil world.

There are special people to teach him.

When dealing with the same kind of dark department, they will have a natural and keen intuition.

This person is very much like the god of death mentioned by his father.

What they like most is holding a black notebook, flipping through it from time to time, and then flying to the scene of the accident, harvesting the souls of the dead, leading them into the underworld and hell.

They have another name: black and white impermanence.

Anyway, it's a bad sign.

The kind of guy who will cause death when he appears, why should he be a cook by the side of the godmother?

Is it...

Nangong Xiaomiao came forward with her small face raised, and glanced at Mo Niang, her big eyes were full of amber light.

Mo Niang rubbed his head, fed the child some pie, and heard someone looking for her.

There is no other way but to leave the child here alone. Fortunately, there is still Eunuch Tu.

But who knows, after she left, Nangong Xiaomiao's first words were: "Tu Tu, you go rough first, I have something to talk to this uncle alone."

Eunuch Tu knew how to measure, he answered yes, and waited outside with his hands in his pockets, and would not open the door when anyone came.

Nangong Xiaomiao pattered her two short legs, and stepped in front of the cook who was dedicated to carving eggplant patterns, and looked at him with a pair of big round eyes.

stare……

The cook remained motionless, his cold eyes could not hold anything other than the eggplant in front of him, he reached out and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, his sharp side face was handsome and indifferent.

Nangong Xiaomiao bit her thumb, and after looking at it for a while... unexpectedly, she just pushed the door open and left!

A deep light flashed in the cook's deep eyes, and he put the eggplant in his hand aside...

Outside, Eunuch Tu greeted him with a gossip face: "Your Majesty, how are you? What are you talking about?"

Nangong Xiaomiao looked at the sky for a while, kicked the stones under her feet with her calf, and looked at the ground for a while.

Eunuch Tu thought, his master is thinking, look at how serious that little face is!

"Hei Xiaosi?" Nangong Xiaomiao turned her head.

Eunuch Tu groaned, muttering to himself what the master is doing with Young Master Si. Didn't the two just have an awkward fight?

"No, I have to ask him to beat someone up for me." Nangong Xiaomiao said crisply while walking, "I am not suitable for being aggressive."

Eunuch Tu: ...

Co-author You have just been thinking about this for a long time!

So according to your opinion, Young Master Si is aggressive and aggressive?

……

Anyway.

Eunuch Tu still took the hand of his little master to Hei's house.

The little bald heads of the Hei family have known Xiaomiao for a long time, and from a distance, they saw a small person wrapped in a ball and surrounded by them, walking towards him, his appearance was really precious.

Nangong Xiaomiao was familiar with everyone in the Hei family, turned left and right to the courtyard where Hei Si lived.

When the door was pushed open, the room was very quiet, there was only one white-clothed scholar who served Heisi in the whole room.

When he saw Nangong Xiaomiao, a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

Nangong Xiaomiao paused, and said in a childish voice, "Has Hei Xiaosi not come back yet?"

"Report to the emperor, the young master has returned and is resting now." The white-clothed scholar's etiquette was in place, and he even wore exquisite white gloves on his hands.

Nangong Xiaomiao leaned forward and glanced inside the screen.

Sure enough, Heisi in a long robe was lying on the big bed.

He didn't look very tired, just fell asleep, his black eyelashes hit his resolute little face, and he had the temperament of a young man.

Nangong Xiaomiao walked over in a muffled voice, and gently squeezed the paralyzed face with her small hands.

Hei Si opened his eyes, and almost subconsciously, he hugged the little man who was a head shorter than himself, kissed his forehead, his voice was still rustling, and he looked like he had just woken up: "Do you want to eat at noon? "

"That's it, I ate the pie at the godmother's place." Nangong Xiaomiao stretched out her little paws and began to scratch the Liuhai in front of her forehead.

Hei Si lowered her head and kissed him again...

The white-clothed scholar paused for a moment, but didn't say much.

On the contrary, Eunuch Tu is a little unbelievable.

Are the two reconciled?

He looked at the cold and calm young master who didn't say a word in front of people, and he couldn't help sighing, he was still a child, he liked to fight, and the speed of reconciliation was unexpected...

Nangong Xiaomiao put her small arm on Hei Si's shoulder and began to bite her ear: "Hei Xiaosi, I met a person who is even more paralyzed than you."

Heisi: ...

"He has something in his hand, I want to take it over and have a look." Nangong Xiaomiao's voice became lower and lower.

With a blank expression, Hei took the handkerchief and wiped the palm of the little man: "What is it?"

"A black notepad." Nangong Xiaomiao licked her small fangs, and a faint blood color appeared in her eyes.

Obviously, the scholar in white had heard their conversation, and the tea set in his hand moved. Before he could react, he heard Heisi's voice calmly responding: "Okay."

The white-clothed scholar frowned, and took another look in Hei Si's direction. If he guessed correctly, the black notepad is probably the death record in the hands of the god of death. manage……

As if noticing the sight of the white-clothed scholar, Hei Si raised her eyes, her expression indifferent and majestic.

The white-clothed scholar lowered his head, showing a respectful gesture.

Hei Si withdrew his gaze from him, and reached out to touch Nangong Xiaomiaobai's fangs, with a soft expression that even his facial features warmed up.

Mr. Hei squatted at the door with his legs spread out, and he thought he had successfully disguised himself and sighed deeply. It was finally over, and if the trouble continued, those trees in the backyard of Hei’s house would be killed by him. How many roots did that kid break!

Bear kid, I don't know who to follow!

"master……"

"what?"

"The lump of grass on your head really can't cover up your huge body."

"Nonsense! The brat didn't notice me!"

"It's not that the young master didn't notice you, he just doesn't care about you." The black butler was worried: "When the young master was talking to the emperor just now, I don't know how many times the young master rolled his eyes at you."

click...

Master Hei said that his strong glass heart was completely broken...

At night, there was a vast white mist, and large flakes of snowflakes fell and hit the brightly lit roof.

Probably because of the bad breath stuck in her throat all the year round, the Mo Niang actually had an illusion of being tired.

She sat on the rocking chair and didn't even want to raise her hand.

A maid came and said it was Qu Luo.

She was too lazy to move, and turned over: "Tell Young Master Luo that I'm not here."

However, before the maidservant left, the man paced in. He had slender legs, a fur cloak, and was unexpectedly dressed in expensive black. He was dressed like a nobleman from a picture scroll. He was different from the past. If you get closer, you can smell the smell of ice and snow left on his body.

"Not here?" He looked down at her, full of the mellow aroma of wine, but also indifferent, with an indescribable chill in his smile.

I thought he would be angry, so the devil girl didn't speak.

Who would have expected that the person who was still cold like an ice sculpture the moment before would bend down and hold her in his arms the next second, his deep and pleasant voice did not change the evil spirit, but it seemed to have an imperceptible loneliness: " You are avoiding me."

The maidservant who stood watching from the side was already dumbfounded, she opened her mouth wide in shock, with an expression of disbelief.

Anyone who has stayed in the place of fireworks for a long time knows that although Luo Shao is famous, he has never really met anyone. He usually calls a girl and drinks and eats there alone, even if he really wants a room. Also stay at most midnight.

It's not that no one has sincerely promised him.

Jiangnan Ruo Wushuang is extremely talented and arrogant, and he can only tolerate the young master of the Xiaqu family.

The woman chased after him for a whole round of time, without even getting a hug from him.

Finally, had to let go.

Ruo Wushuang said: "Qu Luo seems to be tender but actually ruthless. He doesn't give anyone a chance to get close to him..."

Maybe Ruo Wushuang was wrong... The maid looked at Qu Luo's quiet back and scratched the back of her head. He clearly allowed Nanny to approach, not only that!

Luo, Young Master Luo even took the initiative to hug her mother... Take the initiative!

The maid seemed to have caught something suddenly, and took a deep breath.

The person in Mammy's room that day couldn't have been... Young Master Luo, right?

How can this be? !

Luo Shao obviously doesn't like her nanny, every time she sees her go to the hall to toast, that half-smile face will turn cold.

Mammy didn't treat him very specially, but she smiled and talked with alienation everywhere.

Everyone in Yedie knows that these two people are basically two fires together, not to mention that they don't like each other, and sometimes the atmosphere will be ignited to freezing point, and they will disagree even when discussing a matter.

Who can imagine that the two of them are... this kind of relationship!

The maidservant's eyes widened, and she couldn't even hold the teapot in her hand.

When the devil heard the noise, she glanced at her indifferently, without explaining, she just smiled and said, "You go out first."

"Ah? Yes!" The maid put down the teapot with a bang, and walked out of the room as quickly as a ghost.

No, she must tell everyone this extra-large secret.

and many more……

Would this be bad for Mammy?

However, scratching the wall, I somehow feel that Nanny and Young Master Luo are a good match!

Mo Niang looked at the furry little maid outside the door, who was jumping around, her eyes showed obvious softness.

She stood up from Qu Luo's arms, she was so tired that she even spoke lazily: "No, I'm just sleepy and don't want to go down. Who do you want, tell the manager outside, I'm going to sleep gone."

Mo Niang is really sleepy, and now she is like a candle that burns too fast, and finally burns to the end, too enthusiastic, stubborn, dissatisfied, backed down, compromised, and finally she will return to ashes and return to ashes earth……

Qu Luo's hands around her froze, a little angry: "Who do you think I can order?"

At this time, someone came outside looking for him, looking very anxious.

The devil girl was confused.

Qu Luo frowned, pushed the door open and walked out, vaguely hearing the young man from Wei's mansion outside...

When Mo Niang heard this, she closed her eyes and really fell asleep like that.

When she woke up again, she was left alone in the huge room.

The light was gone, probably because it was blown out by Qu Luo before leaving, and there was a note on the table.

Mo Niang didn't read what was written on the note.

The emptiness in her heart almost swallowed her whole.

Without thinking about it, she put on a fiery red fur robe and walked into the snow field flying all over the sky, her footprints fell one after another.

Long chestnut black hair fluttered in the night mist with the north wind. She walked steadily, with a tall and straight figure, and her wide long sleeves fluttered around, making her look like a queen walking in the dark.

Such a picture is extremely beautiful.

The fireworks approaching the end of the year set off huge sparks behind her, blooming little by little, and fading little by little.

She stood with the backlight, and a thin awn was reflected in her black eyes.

The Demon Family Courtyard is very beautifully decorated.

Mo Niang spent half of the money to repair the old house of the Mo family, how could it not be beautiful.

It's just that the yard is too big, so it looks a little lonely.

Mo Niang sat outside the window, holding the stove handed over by the old slave in her hand, with a thick fur blanket under her legs, she didn't feel cold, but made people feel extra warm.

She rubbed the comfortable blanket, and she leaned back, her skirt laying on the snow, more beautiful than ever.

I don't know if people will have an intuition before they die.

This is probably what Mo Niang looks like, she didn't tell anyone about her sadness and loneliness, just like she didn't tell anyone that the four years of prison life not only exhausted all her youth, but also damaged her health go.

For so many years, she has lived with a single obsession.

But later, her sister-in-law's maid betrayed her for a man.

The only Uncle Liao who loved her was long gone.

The Demon Family she supported with all her strength actually never returned to its original heyday back then.

At this point, it can be regarded as extravagant and extravagant, enjoying all the glory.

Maybe she had some shortcomings.

Every time I turn off the light, I let go of my strength.

What she wants most is some simple feelings.

But not after all.

There will be no more in the future.

Fortunately, she can make money, and this Yedie family can also be left as a gift for Xiao Miao. Even if he doesn't become the emperor, he can still be rich like an enemy.

If you can't see it now, it will be hard to tell in the future.

The Hei family seized power, and the last thing she could bear to see was that Xiao Miao would become a puppet emperor in the future.

But Hei Si has always been upright, so she shouldn't hurt Xiao Miao...

Mo Niang smiled, looked at the snowflakes falling on her face, and raised her thin lips slightly.

She remembered that when she was very young, her grandfather was leaning on a cane, blowing his beard and staring at her.

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She never forgot.

Even if there are no more relatives in this world.

She is also longing.

Longing to be discovered, longing for someone to take the initiative to come to her and give her a hug...

Note to readers: Continue tomorrow, Ann.