Vampire cute baby tomb robber

The cold peppermint fragrance rushed towards the face, and there was also a faint smell of rouge and gouache, all of which rushed into the demon lady's nasal cavity.

"Master." The servant's exclamation came from next to his ear.

Mo Niang felt nothing, it was just a hug, probably because she was afraid that she would fall, so she came to help her.

The man was indeed helping her, and seeing that she sat up straight, he let go.

Mo Niang was still a little dizzy, and didn't stand up immediately. This is an old problem, and it will be better after sitting for a while.

"Hey, what kind of play is this, throw yourself into your arms?" The young masters following behind looked at her with sneer.

There were also those who kindly reminded: "Young Master Luo, don't be fooled."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I only gave him a hand. What are you talking about?" The man was slender, with narrow eyebrows and eyes, very beautiful lips, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, exuding charm all over his body.

He was wearing a bright red robe and a black fur cloak on the outside. He deliberately did not fasten the cloak, revealing the robe inside. There was a trace of evil in his abstinence. When he spoke, he stretched casually, slightly She raised her chin, showing her slender neck, her movements were graceful, and her voice was humming and luxurious: "Okay, get out of the way, I'm hungry, I drank a lot of wine yesterday."

It was only at this time that the devil could see his appearance clearly. The exquisite facial features had a special evil spirit, and the long chestnut hair hung down on the fur, but it was a bit cold.

She always felt that this face looked familiar, but she forgot where she saw it.

Can't help but feel a little dazed.

The man seemed to have been used to the way others looked at him, with one hand in his pocket, leaning slightly, the corner of his mouth curled up like a smile that wasn't a smile, and a casual posture could reveal his innate nobility.

The black fur and red robe made his legs extraordinarily long, and the cloak was not fastened properly, and was fluttering in the wind. He looked a bit like a nobleman, and he was a very good-looking person.

But Mo Niang only glanced at it once, and never looked at it again.

Instead, he stood up from the chair, said politely, "Thank you," and gave way knowingly.

Those young masters looked at her calm face and wondered if she had heard their words. How could anyone be so indifferent?

But the more this happened, the more they felt that they wanted to punish her, to the death!

Being down and out should look like being down and out. Do you look down on them by walking slowly like this with indifference?

"Jiu'er, do you want to play?" One of the young masters winked at the other young master.

The young master named Jiu'er's eyes twitched slightly: "Of course I want to play, let's find some snakes!"

"What are you doing?" The two of them got together, their voices lowered.

Jiu'er chuckled: "Of course it's a surprise for Miss Mo."

"Don't go too far, the emperor has seen her in person, and we can't guess what that means." After all, there were some concerns.

Jiu'er lowered her voice again: "The emperor has gone out early today, it's all right!"

"Young Master Luo is here, Young Master Luo hates doing these things the most." The younger one hesitated.

Jiu'er's face darkened: "You are the one who wants to play, I have figured out a way, and you worry about this and that."

"How did I know you were going to use a snake, forget it, use a snake if you use a snake!" The young master became excited: "Will you use Zhuyeqing or a cobra?"

Jiu'er patted him on the head: "Silly, those are poisonous, ordinary water snakes will do, and nothing serious will happen then, even if the emperor knows, he won't blame us..."

"to make!"

These official young masters usually take it as a pleasure to play tricks, and suddenly they don't realize that they are thinking too much.

He started to prepare the water snake. Some young masters heard the wind, but they were completely indifferent and did not stop it.

Qu Luo naturally also noticed the sneakiness here, but he didn't know exactly what they were trying to do.

However, he still understood that group of people more or less, frowned, and said: Don't play too much.

He turned around and walked into the cool courtyard. He didn't like to bully women, but he wasn't a savior either. If he saw it, he would take care of it.

If you can't see it... forget it.

Mo Niang doesn't know yet, she's already like this, and those people are still thinking about punishing her.

When I got to the kitchen, I looked at what was left in the morning, and there was still noodles in the basin.

She rolled up her sleeves, pulled the noodles, chopped green onions, and put them in the boiling water. After a while, it became a bowl of hot noodle soup.

The kitchen was as hot as a steamer, and eating in it was like suffering.

Mo Niang stretched out her hand, wiped the sweat off her forehead, sprinkled a thick layer of chili oil on the face, and left the room with the bowl in her hand.

She didn't go back to the hall where she had dinner, thinking that that Young Master Luo was being served there for a banquet, so she found a bamboo grove, after all, there was wind, and it was cool when it blew on her body.

She didn't go to sit on the stone bench, her body is not as good as before, once she catches a cold, when she gets sunflower water again, half of her life will be killed.

She first put the noodle soup on the stone bench, and then sat on the lawn beside her with a mat.

She actually wanted to stretch the noodles because today is her birthday.

20st birthday.

However, the noodles in the basin were obviously not enough, so she could only make bowls of noodles, and couldn't find eggs, so she used chopped green onions instead.

no matter what...

"Mommy, happy birthday."

Mo Niang picked up the chopsticks and said something to herself, without much expression, nor was she crying with blurred tears like in any novel.

It seemed that she just wanted to say such a sentence to herself, and then she really quietly lowered her head to eat the dough.

In this world, it doesn't matter whether you are very rich or very poor.

In such weather, eating heavy spicy noodles and drinking hot soup will make you feel comfortable.

It's just that this comfort didn't last long.

When she drank the first mouthful of noodle soup, Mo Niang felt something chilly behind her, and turned her head to see a few snakes standing upright and staring at her.

Without giving her time to think about it, a basin of ice water was poured on her head, her face felt cold, and her wrist hurt from being bitten.

Mo Niang frowned, and threw the snake away with a snap, her hair was wet and dripping, hanging down by her side.

When she raised her head, those young masters were laughing. Although they didn't see her frightened expression, it was interesting to see her in such a mess.

"Miss Mo, how is it? Is it cool?"

Mo Niang ignored them, turned around and walked away a little distance, still holding her own face in her hand, changed the place, looked sideways at the wound on her wrist, it wasn't deep or poisonous, just wash it off.

It's just that the basin of ice water made her feel cold all over.

Fortunately, the sun is bright now, and after a while, it will probably be fine.

Instead of letting her wounds bleed, she took out her handkerchief, wiped her wrist, and rinsed it off with water.

From beginning to end, she did these things in an orderly manner, without anyone's help, in a slow manner.

Those young masters were very dissatisfied, so they thought about the second attack.

At this time, a lazy and evil smile suddenly came from behind: "Jiu'er, come here."