Vampire cute baby tomb robber

131 Isn't just the soul enough?

black feathers.

Representing the dirtiest evil in the world...

"Who did you see before you came here?" The man in white put down the teacup in his hand, his handsome face showed a slight chill.

The boys and girls shook their heads in unison.

"So it's someone who can't even talk about a contract." The man in white smiled: "I am most familiar with this color of feathers...the devil!"

pat...

A cold wind poured in from the alleys of the streets.

The six-year-old child lying on the bed seemed to have had some terrible dream. He opened his eyes wide, looked at the flickering wooden window, stretched out his hand and pushed the sleeping family members: "Mother..."

His voice was so small that it was not enough to wake up the sleeping woman.

The child felt cold all over, and wanted to close the window, but saw a soft shadow on the beam, hanging upside down above his head, with water dripping down its cuff, tick, tick... …

The child's pupils narrowed, and in the brown pupils, the shadow was getting closer and closer to him...

creak!

Nangong Baiye was very tired outside, and when she returned to the inn, it was already dawn outside.

Qu Luo lazily followed her: "Hey, woman, you have to give me some reward for tormenting me all night."

When he was talking, he half-raised his thin lips, standing in the middle of the inn, and the vendors who came and went for breakfast all blushed.

They knew the young master of the Qu family, who was famous for being suave and suave in this capital.

But all the women who have been involved with him will give up their hearts, and they will not marry unless they are king...

It's just that this son of a song is like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace, and will not stop at all.

From this point of view, this woman is different to him?

The vendors held bowls and stuffed their mouths with rice, while watching the movement on the other side.

The two have already gone upstairs.

Qu Luo was also tired, so he didn't care about 21, [-], picked up the quilt on Nangong Baiye's bed, and just wanted to fall asleep.

boom!

"Who is it? Who dares to kick me, young master?" Qu Luo touched his tailbone, making a gesture to lift the quilt to take a closer look, his face was full of evil spirits.

Nangong Baiye rolled his eyes, and pulled the person over: "You're almost done, why don't you go home quickly, wash up and sleep, the yin energy in your body, be careful of bumping into something unclean."

"Don't scare me." Qu Luo swallowed his saliva, looked around back and forth, and the more he thought about it, the weirder he became, he stretched out his hand and coughed softly: "Well, I'll go back first, don't forget that I will accompany you One night's reward." He leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear, with a smile on his lips, in a coquettish manner...

After dismissing the people, Nangong Baiye reached out and lifted the quilt, and the little devil was indeed inside.

He just looked at her so coldly, with unprecedented wind and rain in his amber eyes.

His movements seemed to have lost the elegance they had before, and he was deeply tired.

Nangong Baiye reached out to help him up: "What's wrong? Uncomfortable?"

The little devil looked down at her, his eyes were suppressed by his too long bangs, and the corner of his mouth was curved, looking a little cold: "You and Qu Luo went out all night?"

"Your forehead is so hot." Nangong Baiye didn't answer him, the temperature on her hands made her frown: "You are so sick, did you have a fever since last night?"

The little devil sneered, sick?

It is one of the eight sufferings that only human beings have.

How could he be sick?

Ah……

It's just that the contract was not completed, which consumed too much of his energy.

That's why he turns into a child's form during the day, and his body goes from good to bad...

Originally, he wanted to sleep in the coffin for a few more days to recover.

But this heartless little ruffian, always, again and again...

"I'll go find the doctor, you lie down properly." Nangong Baiye's voice interrupted his thoughts softly, wrapped the little devil in a fur coat, asked the waiter for another quilt, and left the inn .

The little devil watched the door being closed with an evil smile, and threw himself on the soft bed again, looking sideways at the beam.

Suddenly the house became quiet.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but the only thing he could grab was air...

He seemed to care more than he thought.

It's bad……

While feeling dizzy, I heard someone pushing the door and coming in. The strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine came out of my nostrils.

He pursed his thin lips in disgust.

"Hasn't he eaten for a long time?" The doctor who checked the pulse just took the little devil's hand, and a deep shock flashed in his eyes. He had never seen such a strange pulse before!

Nangong Baiye smiled and covered it up: "Yeah, he always said that he had no appetite, and he rarely even had water, so he fell asleep like this."

"It doesn't work, you still have to drink water." The doctor said while withdrawing his hand: "To be honest, I have been a doctor for many years, and I don't know what medicine to prescribe for this young master, so I just grabbed some medicine for wind and cold. , let’s see how it works.”

Nangong Baiye said hello, and when sending the doctor out, he stuffed some extra money for him: "I hope no third person will know the pulse condition you checked today."

"The old man understands." The doctor stroked his white beard, but didn't ask any further questions, he just lamented that such a body could survive, and that was clearly the pulse of a dead person...

Nangong Baiye made a medicinal soup, but he was afraid that ordinary medicine would not work on the little devil.

So I tried to think about the knowledge I learned in the 21st century.

Both humans and demons need energy.

Energy... light salt water!

Nangong Baiye poured a cup of boiling water from the purple sand pot, sprinkled some salt grains into it, and waited for the white grains to melt and the water temperature was not so hot before helping the little devil up.

"Little devil, get up and drink some water."

On his morbidly pale cheeks, his eyelashes moved, and his eyes slowly opened. His eyes seemed to be a little awake, without the sharpness just now.

Nangong Baiye carefully brought the water glass to his lips, and fed him to drink one mouthful at a time.Taking a last sip of water, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, go on to sleep."

The little devil was lying on the pillow, looking at her with his eyes.

His lips were dry and pale, but his cheeks seemed a little rosy.

Eyes filled with indescribable anger and... longing?

Isn't it enough just to get the soul?

Nangong Baiye reached out and touched his head, and tucked him tightly with the quilt.An hour later, he was still asleep, his brows were frowned, and he groaned lightly occasionally.

Anxious in her heart, she tried his forehead with her hand, and it was still hot.

In this way, Nangong Baiye simply took off the little devil's shirt, leaving only a pair of obscene trousers for him.

Then he took off his coat, got into the quilt, and hugged the little devil tightly into his arms...

Message to readers: Tomorrow Nangong Baiye will definitely be stupid...