Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"I see." Hong Jiu lowered his eyes: "Don't worry, Brother Luo, the Wei family will no longer be as rampant as today."

Qu Luo nodded, didn't say much, stepped into the carriage, and the direction of the carriage was Yedielou.

There were not many people missing in the building early in the morning. The maid was rubbing her eyes to look at the door. After seeing Qu Luo, she regained her senses: "Young Master Luo."

"What about her?" Qu Luo casually took off the fur cape on her body, showing off her tall and straight figure.

The maid stared intently, but she didn't forget to reply: "Nurse went out in the middle of the night yesterday and hasn't come back yet. I guess I won't be able to see this person until a while."

"Going out?" Qu Luo paused as he walked up the stairs, a tendon on his forehead suddenly throbbed sharply without warning, and the softness in his eyes also faded.

The maid nodded: "During this period of time, Nanny always sleeps restlessly, so it's better to go out for a walk, or how about Luo Shao rest in Nanny's room for a while?"

Qu Luo hummed. When he opened the door, the room was deserted. He ordered the servants who came with him to get more stoves, and made ginger soup. she drinks.

It's just that the piece of paper on the table hasn't even been moved, and the words "I'm going to vent your anger on you, don't hide from me anymore" are written on the back.

Qu Luo sat on the bench, which was the place Mo Niang liked to sit in before. She seemed to like to sit here and drink a cup of sake to warm her body, and then casually looked out of the window.

He also sat down and looked at it for a while, feeling that the room seemed too quiet.

Such quietness will inevitably make people feel empty.

He always thought that sitting here alone would be very comfortable, so she liked to just sit quietly.

Now he somewhat understands something.

It's not that she likes it at all, but that no one can talk to her.

She can only sit here alone...

Qu Luo suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was awakened by something, and couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he wanted to sleep.

Outside the building, more than 1000 meters away, beside the ruins of the Mojia, stood a woman in a cloak.

There was water in her eyes, but she was more handsome and decisive than others: "Eunuch Tu."

"The old slave is here." Eunuch Tu is more respectful than ever today, not because of the woman in front of him, but because of the master behind her.

That master is none other than the current little emperor's biological father, the Seventh Highness who once said that he is the same ----- Beiming Liancheng.

He was wearing an ancient black cloak, the cuffs were pinned up delicately, and a big rose was secretly embroidered with silver thread, which was indescribably luxurious. The ice sculpture-like face became more and more cold and expensive.

Eunuch Tu didn't dare to take a second look at the first glance, and only looked directly at the little emperor standing opposite him.

Nangong Xiaomiao obediently held his mother's hand, seeing his close old slave looking towards him, she gave him a comforting little look.

That means nothing more than saying, don't worry, Dad is not interested in old eunuchs like you.

Eunuch Tu: ...

Should he say thank you! ! !

The woman turned around, her long and narrow peach blossom eyes were dotted with a mole of tears of lovesickness, and her slightly handsome face was not Nangong Baiye. Young Master and Nangong Young Master, please come, I have something to say."

"Yes!" Eunuch Tu took the order and hurried to do it.

In less than a stick of incense, all the people who were supposed to come came, and what was ridiculous was that Qu Chuxiao also followed Nangong Rongguang to join in the fun.

She is everywhere.

Nangong Baiye looked at the two men in front of him, calmed down like never before: "The devil lady is gone, as you can see, the devil's house was burnt down, she was here last night..."

Nangong Rongguang staggered and took a step back, his heart throbbing uncontrollably: "What did you say?"

"The devil lady is dead." Nangong Baiye sneered with red eyes: "Why? Don't believe it? Do you want to go in and see for yourself? Even without this fire, she wouldn't live long. Do you think four years of prison life What does it mean to a woman? She was already blood-cold, and you threw her in the dungeon for four years. Have you ever thought about what kind of life that is, the cold and humid environment makes To what extent is a woman exhausted? She is the eldest lady of the Mo family. You should know better than anyone else. Stinky dog ​​food!

Her leg was broken, and she is still trying to keep her innocence. That is probably her last way out, but you don't care at all, taking it for granted.After all, she is the eldest lady of the Mo family, what can she not settle?Oh, don't you think she is competitive and invincible?Don't you think you can't live without Qu Chuxiao?It's all right now, you can hold your family, Qu Chu Xiao, for a lifetime! "

Nangong Rongguang opened his mouth, only to realize that all his voice had been choked in his throat, and he felt a sharp pain.

Nangong Baiye took a step forward: "At first, I didn't want you to know that she even died, but after thinking about it, why didn't I let you know. I just let you look at the ruins and experience it. How desperate she is!"

Nangong Rongguang bent down, pressed his bent fingers on his chest, and clenched it inch by inch: "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Nangong Baiye already knew that he would not believe it, so he stretched out his hand and threw a stack of medical records on his face: "She disappeared for a month, and besides doing business, she was just recuperating her body, take a good look at these medicines, Which smell didn't come out out of desperation. She wasn't burned to death, she was forced to death by you and your family, Qu Chuxiao, a long time ago!"

Nangong Rongguang listened with distracted eyes, he didn't know what to do.

Every taste of the medicinal materials recorded on the white paper reminded him of his crimes, every word was heart-wrenching.

He never thought about the day when she would also fall down.

He thought that even if she didn't forgive him, he could spend his whole life with her.

But now, she is dead...

Nangong Rongguang's throat was astringent, and the water he spit out was bright red.

He didn't feel any pain, as if all his senses had been polished away.

Did he hurt her, to the point where it was hard to recover.

Why did he naively think that she doesn't care, she should be magnanimous, and she should be as tough as silk.

He recalled the scene of her temporarily living in Nangongyuan after the defeat of the Mo family. He followed that group of people and didn't believe her, and even when he was tired, he would ask her: "Why can't you treat Xiaoxiao better... ..."

He still remembered that time, her dimmed eyes seemed to be burning to the best moment, and never lit up again.

He knew that he had done too much, and he always wanted to apologize to her next time and ask her to forgive him.

However, in the end it was delayed by something.

If he wants to help the Mo family, he must have the influence of the Qu family, and he must also treat Qu Chuxiao well. After all, the injury on her face was caused by a girl, so he spent all his time on Qu Chuxiao... …

The more Nangong Rongguang thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. In the end, he crouched on the ground, pain filling his eyes.

Qu Luo was standing beside him, his whole body seemed to be nailed in place, his fingers were slightly stiff.

At that moment, it seemed as if something had been taken away from his body, even breathing felt a little difficult,

His temples throbbed and throbbed, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife in his head, and the pain made him unable to make a sound for a while.

He was a little dazed, the person who was still in his arms last night, how could he disappear without seeing it?

is that a lie.

Must be a scam!

Qu Luo turned his head and looked into Nangong Baiye's eyes: "Why do you say she is dead?"

If it wasn't for the trembling of his hands, Nangong Baiye almost thought that he was not sad at all.

In fact, the face that has always been handsome and evil has lost even the last color of blood, just because of this sudden bad news.

In contrast, Nangong Baiye looked much colder: "Qu Luo, accept the reality."

"Why do you say she's dead!!" Qu Luo grabbed her arm with his fingers, and the knuckles that were bent were slightly pale due to the force. He seemed to have lost his thoughts, and he just repeated this sentence, sternly Looking at Nangong Baiye: "Take it back, take it back!"

Nangong Baiye brushed his hand away without showing a trace: "Qu Luo, are you worried now? What did you go to do earlier? You don't know how stupid your circle is? When she was just released from prison, Why don't you know how to be anxious? The emperor asked you to take care of her, but you didn't tell everyone that she was in such an awkward position, and everyone looked at her with contempt. From time to time, someone would play tricks on her , just to see her embarrassing. You did help her, but in the end? The group of young masters behind you found someone to smash her painting booth! Her servant girl betrayed her completely for you , Of course, this is not your fault, who made your charm unstoppable? You spent money to let her maid take good care of her, but you used the wrong method, you spoiled this one and that one in front of outsiders , Whether it’s true or not, there’s always someone around, what about her? She’s looked down upon by your friends, your family, and the entire capital! Have you ever told your friends and family? Ah, it's not that she chased you, it's that you never forget her!"

Qu Luo froze, the pain tore through his nerves.

He could even hear the blood rushing from his chest, and wherever it stopped, it was bitingly cold.

Nangong Baiye looked at him with calm eyes: "You are used to acting on every occasion, people don't know who you really care about in your heart, but you remember it for me, it's not that the devil girl is not worthy of you, it's you... Not worthy of a witch!"

A note to readers: Jiageng, two and a half, five thousand words, Ann.