Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Qu Luo was shocked all over, grabbed Nangong Baiye's hand and slid aside.

He walked forward, his black boots in a cloud of ashes.

There was not even a tree behind him, and the north wind howled, and large flakes of snow fell on his cloak.

He opened his mouth, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make it out due to the pain.

He no longer has to worry about who can take her away.

That's all there is to it.

In fact, it was the first time I saw Wei Yuanyuan at that time.

She guessed what he was thinking.

She gave him a retreat.

When he excused that he was busy, she even asked someone to cook millet porridge to keep warm...

But now, she is dead.

He remembered that when he was very young, he slept next to her, and he wouldn't go away no matter who pulled him.

Until later, she personally drove him out of Mo's house.

He felt that he was abandoned, and he stayed by her side so humblely, he just wanted to just look at her like this, no matter who she liked.

Why did she still chase him away?

He secretly ran back to Mo's house with a fever, just to ask her carefully.

But what she needs by her side is always that one person.

He is dispensable to her at all, if you say no, you don't want it.

He hated her, hated her so much that when he saw her again, he deliberately pretended that they didn't know each other, just to arouse her idea.

She has changed too much.

He sometimes felt that it was not her.

She was so crushed that she no longer had the same eyebrows and eyes as she did back then, looking all over the school grounds.

She became an ordinary person.

Instead, he didn't know how to treat her...

Qu Luo took a step forward, resting his hand on the half-destroyed wooden stake, his voice was almost hoarse: "When you were very young, you said that we would always be together, but after you left, I I'm still waiting in the capital. This time, I'm still waiting for you..."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards Nangong Baiye: "I don't believe it, unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it!"

The current Qu Luo is like a wounded beast, hiding its wounds and still frantically trying to be brave.

He sneered and ordered the servant behind him: "Go and call someone, I want to dig it myself!"

Nangong Baiye suddenly raised his eyes, and the tear mole under his eyes flashed a light: "Qu Luo, do you want her to die so that she will not be safe?"

Qu Luo ignored it as if she was crazy.

Nangong Baiye wanted to stop him.

But Beiming Liancheng blocked it with his hand, he was still elegant and indifferent: "Let him dig, and if he digs, he will give up."

After finishing speaking, he turned around with Nangong Baiye, his posture was clear and cold, as if he was laughing at his wishful thinking, very cruel.

Qu Luo just stared at the desolation at the bottom of his feet, his body was stiff and his eyes were red.

I don't know how long he stood like this, until the servants of the Qu family rushed over to help him, he had already lost any resistance.

He seemed to be extremely tired, and he let his servants pull him into the carriage, leaning his head on the side, and the evil charm of the past was no longer in his empty eyes.

The Qu family wanted to take Nangong Rongguang along with them.

Even Qu Chuxiao couldn't care less about his appearance, and hugged his back: "Rong Guang, let's go, it's cold here, your body will definitely not be able to take it..."

Nangong Rongguang was confused for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"Rong Guang." Qu Chuxiao moved her face closer, probably trying to comfort him.

When Mo Niang was imprisoned last time, she just hugged his head and stayed for an afternoon like this. She knew that he was in the saddest time now, as long as she worked harder, those things before would definitely be wiped out... …

boom!

Nangong Rongguang pushed Qu Chu, who was holding him, far away.

Qu Chu was stunned: "Rong Guang..."

"Stay away from me." Nangong Rongguang's voice was slow and blunt.

Qu Chuxiao bit her lip aggrievedly: "Rong Guang, I am concerned about you, she is already dead, it won't help if you go on like this."

"I don't need your concern!" Nangong Rongguang growled suddenly, clenched his arms tightly, and bit out a "roll" abruptly!

The people who came back and forth all looked towards this side, Qu Chuxiao just wanted to get into the cracks in the ground!

The heavy snow continued for the whole night without any intention of stopping.

Mo Niang's funeral was scheduled for the evening three days later. It was a good day, and the location was chosen well. The ancient plum blossom forest, no birds, no messy graves, that place was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Soft and warm.

It's just that very few people came to the funeral.

In addition to those mortal women who came to deal with them, it was Nangong Baiye and Qu Luo.

Mo Niang has lived for so many years, it seems that she really has no friends.

When she was in glory, she attracted people's pursuit of jealousy, and no one was sincere.

When she lost, four years in prison kept her stagnant and humiliated.

When she came out, the emperor was still the same emperor, but the Mo family was long gone, and she was desperately trying to make money.

After she made her fortune, no one was willing to get close to a bustard, except for Nangong Baiye.

In fact, after careful calculation, Mo Niang is not old, but she has experienced too much, and the edges and corners of her pride have been completely compromised under the reality time and time again.

She lived in a prosperous and prosperous age, she was too careful, tolerated too much, and finally broke out all at once!

It can be regarded as leaving without any worries.

Logically speaking, when a person dies, there is a mourner.

Mo Niang didn't, her family had already gone, looking for someone to toast and cry.

Such a lonely bottle of coffin, placed in the empty ice and snow, inevitably feels a little lonely.

Nangong Baiye only took one look, then turned to the little man standing on the ground and said, "Go and kowtow to your godmother."

"Yeah." Nangong Xiaomiao was unusually well-behaved, her small body leaned forward, her two calves knelt on the ground deftly, and she didn't feel dirty, her little head touched the ground, and she slammed her head three times in a row.

Nangong Baiye's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was cold: "She suffered too much in her life and was always looked down upon by others. Now, I want her to go more beautifully than anyone else!" She said, looking at the person behind her. Eunuch Tu: "Pass down the order, the three generations of the Mo family are loyal and good, and they will be buried with state ceremonies!"

The Mo family finally won back all the glory.

It's a pity that the devil girl can't see this scene anymore...

From the beginning to the end, Qu Luo's face was horribly pale, and even the color of his lips was frighteningly pale.

He still didn't believe that Mo Niang was dead.

To him, a pile of ashes that couldn't tell who was who was nothing.

But at the moment when the coffin was buried in the ground, he was so painful that he bent over.

Nangong Baiye looked at this scene without any expression.

Perhaps Mo Niang's departure was just to make these people suffer.

Qu Luo is still the tall young master of the capital, no matter how uncomfortable he is, sooner or later he will come out.

This is the cruelty of the world...