Vampire cute baby tomb robber

What are you asking for, she is like that, just playing around...,

Upon hearing these words, a burst of anger was brewing in Mo Niang's eyes.

She wanted to rush over and use her broken right leg to kick down those who insulted her.

She wanted to cry out her anger, her sorrow.

She even thought about... crying.

However, after so much time, she really got used to it.

No shouting, no shouting, or even wanting to speak.

Throat was oppressed by bursts of dry pain a little itchy.

Silent despair.

More unbearable than screaming.

She thought she was still not strong enough.

Compared with her grandfather, she is still much worse...

What those people said later, Mo Niang didn't listen attentively.

I only vaguely know that there is a person coming, with a lazy and authentic Beijing accent, a deep and deep voice, and a dignified buzzing sound: "You seem to be panicking?"

"Young master Luo?" The young masters in Chinese robes and brocade clothes surrounded the man, and their tone changed obviously: "Where did you come back from? The emperor has asked Eunuch Sun to look for you twice, and once again, I guess I'm going to grab you to face the wall again."

The man stretched his waist, hummed in a nice voice, and didn't care at all.

Looking at it from this angle, you can only see a pair of hands with clear bones, a pair of very clean hands, the nails are cut square and round, and when taking the iced tea offered by other young masters, the slender fingertips seem to be able to take Let the light shine.

Mo Niang felt that her nerves were numb, she dodged her steps mechanically, and followed Xiao Xizi into the room very slowly.

She wanted to give this little eunuch some rewards, after all, he was the only one who didn't speak ill of her after she came out.

However, she looked at her package.

Except for some moldy clothes, I can't even take out any decent jewelry, let alone silver.

The little eunuch also seemed to see what she meant, and quickly said: "No need, no need, this is what a little one should do."

Mo Niang withdrew her stiff hand from the package, then raised her head and smiled lightly: "Thank you."

Xiao Xizi was stunned for a moment, then patted her head, looking rather simple and honest: "It is rare for a master to say thank you to a small one, Miss Mo, look at the bunk on the bed and the furnishings in the room, you Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, the little one will have someone change it."

"No need." Mo Niang held her own package and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "This place is very good."

Compared with the flies flying around and the smelly cell, this place is really good.

Xiao Xizi said with a smile: "It's as long as Miss Mo likes it. The Holy Majesty has explained that these days, the little one will serve the young lady. Whatever the young lady wants, just tell the little one."

"Okay." Mo Niang replied with a faint smile.

Xiao Xizi looked at the package in her hand, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Miss Mo, the thing you are holding, do you want to burn it for you? It's too dirty, I'm afraid I can't wash it clean. It’s probably stained with blood, so it’s not easy to deal with.”

"Burn?" Mo Niang repeated his words in a whisper.

Xiao Xizi nodded: "Yeah, take it and burn it, and I'll help you pick out some new clothes." As he said that, he wanted to take the package from the devil girl.

But Mo Niang's eyes sharpened at that moment, as cold as stars in the night, exuding a real murderous aura!

Xiao Xizi didn't expect to see such a gaze, so she couldn't help shrinking her hands in fear.

Mo Niang also realized that her reaction was too much, and after a while, she said hoarsely: "Sorry, these

I don't want to burn things. "

Xiao Xizi murmured something strange in his heart, but he didn't show any displeasure. He sympathized with the defeated lady in his heart, and just smiled and said, "Miss Mo, if you don't want to burn it, don't burn it."

"Yeah." Mo Niang hugged the package in her arms again, tightening it slightly.

Psychologically, this action is a sign of insecurity.

But Mo Niang is not just because of lack of security.

She is to remember.

Remember those egg drops that slammed on you.

Remember those spit on the body.

Remember the days when she begged for mercy and no one answered her.

Remember, how grandpa died...

The bedding on the bed is very soft, and there is a mat underneath.

Mo Niang pulled the quilt away, put it on the mat, and then lay down gently on it.

so comfortable...

Such a soft and warm bed... She hasn't slept in it for a long time.

Mo Niang gently closed her eyes, put her hands slightly on her chest, but fell asleep no matter how she slept.

When she was in the cell, she suffered bitterly, always looking forward to leaving that "hell" quickly

However, when it really came out, she didn't know what to look forward to...

She always felt that she was still too naive.

How many times she thought about it in the cell.

She will not be self-willed, arrogant or willful in the future, and will not be too extreme in doing things.

As long as someone can hurt her a little.

She really would do anything.

She didn't want to be so alone anymore.

too frightening.

The days when you reach out, want to grab something, only to find that you can only fall deeper and deeper.

However, no one is willing to marry her.

Have fun?

Ha ha……

She is a fool, why is she still yearning for a home?

Dream, it's time to wake up...

One night of summer rain, when the door was pushed open, the leaves were pressed down by the dewdrops, the fog was misty, the sun had not yet been seen, only the morning light, reflecting the green and thin bamboos all over the yard, it was very magnificent.

Mo Niang took out all the things that belonged to her and washed them again. When washing, her right leg would hurt. If it hurt, she would rest and wash again.

Now she is very patient.

That kind of patience makes the movement very, very slow...

Others can't see it, only she herself knows that her thoughts have become like an old man who can wash one more clothes, live one more day, as if she had been put in advance. My youth is spent in advance.

Those boiling emotions.

Those who say that they will never leave for a lifetime.

She can't feel it anymore.

16 to 20 years old.

Her most beautiful and most beautiful youth.

But stay in prison...

After finishing washing another piece of clothing, Mo Niang wrung out the long skirt with a little force with her fingers, and put it on the wooden tray.

It's just that she hadn't finished all the washing when she heard the young man serving the young masters in the distance saying that dinner was ready.

The servants each had water jugs with ice cubes hanging around their necks, just because they were afraid that their masters would be hot, so they had to carry an extra fan on hand and fan them as they walked.

The weather is indeed hot, even if it has been raining, once the sun comes out, it will immediately become a day of several volts.

After washing so many things, Mo Niang had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, which was very sticky and uncomfortable.

She simply washed her face, wiped her neck with a towel, and when she went to eat, there was nothing left.

No one will prepare food for her alone. Mo Niang's heart is clear, she sat on a chair and drank a glass of boiled water, just about to get up, but felt dizzy for a while, and crashed into a slightly cold embrace...