The Demon King Chasing His Wife: Black Belly Son

Turning her head, looking at the man staring at her with wide eyes, Luo Qingqing blushed:

"How did you wake up?"

"Woke up by you..."

"I didn't make any sound at all just now..."

Luo Qingqing blinked innocently, and didn't bother to argue with him.

"What to do?"

The Demon King looked at Luo Qingqing curiously. Could it be that she is brain-dead and wants to settle accounts with that Long Yan?

"A little thing..."

The devil stood up slowly, picked up the clothes on the side and put them on.

"what are you going to do?"

Luo Qingqing was about to leave, but the devil wanted to get up, so she gave him a blank look in confusion.

"You are my king's woman. If you have something to do, it is naturally my business. My king will accompany you..."

This word...

Inexplicably, Luo Qingqing felt a little comfortable after hearing this.

"I'm going to see a dead man..."

Luo Qingqing smiled slightly and said in a low voice.

"Let's go..."

He didn't ask who it was, but followed Luo Qingqing out. Luo Qingqing glanced at him gratefully. This man is actually very nice. At the very least, he is a good man who knows how to love women.

"Where are you going, I'll take you there..."

After coming out of the door, Ming Yuanhua said thoughtfully, Luo Qingqing pointed to the location: "The ancestral hall..."

There is an ice room behind the Luo family's ancestral hall. In the ice room, huge jade coffins are kept. The coffin of father Luo Youming is also here.

This was Luo Qingqing's guess, and at this moment, time was running out.

The two rushed to the ancestral hall on tiptoe. Luo Qingqing had a good drug, and after a little release, the gatekeeper passed out.

"Go, follow me..."

This is the first time for her to come here, no, it's not the first time, she came here once when she just crossed over last time.

But in her mind, there was the memory of the ice room.

That's what Luo Youming told her. At that time, Luo Qingqing was very, very small.

Luo Youming had a wife, but his wife passed away very early. The most memorable thing about him is the thing with the girl.

Luo Qingqing's mother was a girl, and it was said that she climbed into Luo Youming's bed for the sake of glory and wealth, but she died inexplicably when she gave birth to Luo Qingqing.

However, although she was born of a girl and her talent was too poor, the father in her memory loved her very much.

Luo Qingqing's eyes were moist, she knew that this was a memory belonging to this body.

What kind of reality, what kind of skill is the big family?But in this extremely realistic big family, Luo Youming gave her a kind of warmth called fatherly love.

However, he can protect her only when he has the strength.

"This is where you are going, right? Xiao Qing'er, I'll help you hold the door, and you go in quickly..."

Ming Yuanhua said in a low voice, Luo Qingqing turned her head to look at him, the moonlight shone on him like a flower, and a slender figure fell on him. .

He was dressed in black, like ink, picturesque.

The perfect handsome face, under the silver moonlight, is even more handsome like a god.

Just this man, such a high-ranking man, cared deeply about him. .

He is considerate and sometimes gentle.

Indifferent as water, but people can feel his light care.

"Ming Yuanhua..."

She opened her mouth in a low voice, walked a few steps, came to him, and looked up at him with shining eyes.

Ming Yuanhua also lowered her head, looking at the little girl whose height was close to her shoulders:

"Don't worry, I have..."