Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Ye Die reopened, Bai Ye couldn't not show up, she didn't seem to be surprised at all about whether Mo Niang was still alive, she walked over like a cat, lazily: "You still have a comfortable bed here."

Mo Niang looked at her with a slight smile: "What? Someone in the palace made you angry."

"Not really." Nangong Baiye shrugged: "A certain Highness treats me like a servant every day, I'm used to it."

"Really..." Mo Niang looked at the man sitting by the window drinking tea with a funny look, every move of him seemed to be calculated and perfect.

Nangong Baiye rubbed his shoulders: "It's just that there are too many coffins, I'm not used to it."

Then you shouldn't come to my family to complain!The young master of the Qu family held his teacup angrily, and by the way glanced at a certain highness sitting opposite him, the meaning was obvious, you don't care about your woman?

Beiming Liancheng put down the tea cup in his hand slowly, making it clear that he just ignored people.

Qu Luo felt that it was useless to communicate with him, so he simply lowered his head to meet Nangong Xiaomiao's inquisitive gaze: "Your Majesty, I think it is necessary for you to invite your mother back."

"I don't think so." Nangong Xiaomiao ran up to the devil girl, and then hugged her, rubbing her face and rolling her body: "I also think the bed here Sleep well."

Qu Luo's face instantly became ugly, brat, what are you doing!

"Xiao Miao, don't be rude." The young master of the Hei family hugged his little emperor back with a paralyzed face.

Qu Luo was moved, finally someone who understands!

Heisi was rolling up the sleeves for the little man at the moment, and didn't see Qu Luo's eyes, but said while rolling up: "If you like the bed here, we will move it to the palace."

Qu Luo: ...

What the hell are you here for! ! !

Also, Hei Xiaosi, you have a little facial paralysis, you are addicted to helping other people raise their sons, aren't you!

"It's getting late, Your Majesty, you should go back too." Qu Luo began to see off the guests with a serious face.

Nangong Xiaomiao grabbed her ear and pulled it itchyly: "That's just right, Ye Die is only fun at night." Qu Luo turned his head and looked at Hei Xiaosi: "The emperor is so young to visit brothels, those ministers don't talk about it? "

"Whoever dares to refuse to accept will come to a duel." Hei Si's face was full of might.

Qu Luo raised his forehead, he remembered that Hei Si is now the little regent, right? Is this how he is regent?

Are you not afraid of taking the entire dynasty?Why does it feel like he is intentionally raising Xiao Miao to be an emperor who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun?

Qu Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at the two little people, and then at a certain Highness with a cold and noble face.

Forget it, he doesn't even care about his own parents.

He doesn't have to intervene.

And as far as he knows, Xiao Miao is not such a child who is easy to manipulate.

Nothing should happen...

Just as Qu Luo was thinking about it, he heard Nangong Xiaomiao ask: "Didn't you bring a beautiful boy back? Where is it? Are you going to take him in? That's okay, I'm the emperor now, I can give you a marriage!"

Qu Luo: ...

Can you come out and take care of him personally!

"Hei Si!" Qu Luo lowered his tone.

Hei Si raised his head very slowly, and then... Then, he said to Xiao Miao: "Sixteenth is a good day."

Qu Luo clenched her teacup tightly: "I don't agree!"

"What right do you have to disagree?" Nangong Xiaomiao stood up unsteadily, and said in a childish voice, "I am the emperor."

Hei Si nodded in satisfaction: "Well, it's this kind of momentum, and I will tell the ministers like this in the court in the future."

Qu Luo: ...

Nangong Xiaomiao didn't even look at him, she was completely immersed in the voice of being praised, and her small body straightened up: "That's the decision!"

"I'll say it again, I don't agree." Qu Luo stood up, his eyes full of seriousness, he walked up to Nangong Xiaomiao, and suddenly smiled wickedly: "Why do you ask me? Just because of this!"

As he said that, he lowered his head, and accurately grabbed Mo Niang's lips, arrogant as if no one else was there, his handsome side face shone with luster in the dusk, looking extremely gentle...

……

It's night, night is the kitchen.

Click!

Nangong Xiaomiao bit down on a carrot, grinding her fangs back and forth.

Standing opposite him was none other than Bing Death in a black Tang suit: "Where is my book?"

"What book?" Nangong Xiaomiao looked up blankly, he swore he had never been so good at pretending!

Ice Death narrowed his eyes, raised his finger slightly...

"Your book is in my hands." Hei Si suddenly said, her black eyes were light.

The God of Ice Death looked at him, and a black ancient scroll flew towards him. He caught it with his hand, and the word Mo Niang was written on the opened side.

The records in this book have changed, and there are very few people who can do this.

Bing Death raised his head and glanced at Heisi again. He didn't seem to want to pursue anything, but just wanted to get Ben back. When he passed by, he threw a sentence to Heisi: "I think Nangong Xiaomiao doesn't know you yet. Is it your identity, Archangel?"

Hei Si's pupils narrowed slightly, with a small face still paralyzed: "Reaper will be punished for losing his book. Presumably Yan Luo doesn't know that his most capable subordinate has made such a serious mistake."

Ice Death pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose: "I didn't intend to expose you."

"Me too." Hei Si withdrew her gaze and walked towards Nangong Xiaomiao.

The corner of Ice Death's mouth raised, angels and demons, heh, it's so interesting...

Unlike the solitude of the back kitchen, Ye Die Lou is bustling.

Nangong Baiye originally wanted to play for a while, but a certain His Royal Highness circled her around without any expression on her face, rubbed her wrist with black gloved fingers, and smiled devilishly: "I think we should discuss it at this time, Where is the most comfortable place to sleep, oh yes, you don't like coffins, how about the sink, huh?"

The last word "um" made Nangong Baiye's face burn hot when he asked, the sleep that a certain Highness said was definitely not sleep in the ordinary sense.

"It's not good." It's time to turn around and become the master. She can't be suppressed by a certain Highness all the time, can she?

Beiming Liancheng looked at her, as if looking at a disobedient pet, with a helpless expression: "Since you don't like the pool, then change it to another place."

Nangong Baiye: ...does this have anything to do with where? ! !The key is the number of times, the number of times! ! !

"It's a matter of frequency." Nangong Baiye seriously raised his protest.

Beiming Liancheng nodded, quite agreeing: "On this point, we agree."

Thank goodness, you finally became a democracy once, Nangong Baiye happily plans to spend the night time to rob a tomb, visit a brothel or something...

"I will increase the number of times as appropriate in the future." Beiming Liancheng said calmly.

Nangong Baiye quickly turned his head away, how many times? !

"You look very touched." Beiming Liancheng kissed the back of her hand tenderly, the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider, reflecting the fireworks all over the city, and he was extremely charming: "If you want it in the future, just tell me , I am always ready for you, my master..."