Vampire cute baby tomb robber

As soon as the young master who took the lead turned his head, he saw Qu Luo just finished eating, holding a teacup in his hand, looking at him with a smile on his lips.

"Young Master Luo!" Ninth Young Master's eyes lit up, and he ran away.

Qu Luo looked at him with a smile for a while, then kicked him with a bang!

With such force... Young Master Ninth kicked him so hard that he couldn't even stand on the spot, dripping with cold sweat, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Qu Luo's smile didn't diminish at all: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!" Ninth Young Master shook his head vigorously, and the corner of his mouth cracked.

Others may not know what Qu Luo is like, but as Hong Jiu who has been with Qu Luo all the year round, he is well aware of this person's methods.

Don't look at him being lazy and unrestrained all day long, like a dude.

That's because you haven't touched his reverse scale, if you touch it, he can play you to death!

Otherwise, how could he hold the entire music family in his hands.

A person is not afraid of his ability.

What I am most afraid of is that he is capable, and others will not be able to see it.

His father had only worked with Luo Shao once, and had told him countless times that Qu Luo was not an easy person, so don't provoke him.

They are all people from the same circle. The young masters of Forty-Nine City, even if they don't have official positions, they have been hanging out together since childhood.

Qu Luo subdues people without any trace, no one wants to make things difficult for him, this has almost become the rule in the whole circle...

"Don't do these things in the future, it's all boring." Qu Luo helped him up, and then handed him the tea in his hand: "The emperor just gave it to brother, take it and taste it."

The two brothers laughed like that, making people wonder if it was him who kicked him just now.

"What? Are you angry with your brother?" Qu Luo tilted his head with a half-smile.

Hong Jiu immediately brought over the teacup and drank the tea. Not to mention, it tasted really good.

Qu Luo patted him on the shoulder, obviously using his strength.

Hong Jiu's back stiffened suddenly, he knew that Luo Shao was warning him.

Sometimes, Hong Jiu really couldn't figure out what Luo Shao was thinking. He could only vaguely guess that he couldn't do the same thing again next time, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as kicking him.

Those young masters were scared to do what they should do when Qu Luo made a move.

Under the shade of the tree, only Mo Niang was left, she sat there quietly eating noodles, she ate very attentively and very slowly.

Qu Luo thought she was sad.

Actually she didn't.

She was just thinking about not wasting food.

After eating, let's bask in the sun and warm yourself up a little.

After finishing the soup, Mo Niang started to tidy up. She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and squatted by the pool, washing the porcelain bowl. The sun was shining on her body, and she could only vaguely see the bite wound.

Qu Luo walked out, the servant was obviously afraid that he would be exposed to the sun, so he quickly came out with an umbrella, and said:

"Young master, the sun is too strong today, let's go back to the house, what will you do if you suffer from heatstroke?"

Qu Luo paused, but did not speak yet.

Mo Niang finished washing the dishes and walked past him.

He only saw her straight back and a dangling thin wrist, the imprint on the wrist was obvious, and her right foot seemed a little... awkward.

Such awkwardness made Qu Luo almost doubt whether the person in front of him was the woman who rode on a war horse and made him his enemy.

Yes, he had always regarded her as his enemy.

She was three years older than him.

A good shot.

He will never forget her bow posture, sideways body, and slightly raised mouth corners, like a fire, burning him at the age of 13, full of anger.

But she never looked at him, only when he was a child.

At that time, he was already very good at controlling his emotions, and his unrestrained behavior gave his father a headache.

In fact, he thought that one day, sooner or later, he would defeat this person, only when he thought that that day would come,

His hands trembled uncontrollably.

Qu Luo told himself, don't worry, you will grow up in a few years, in a few years.

But before a few more years passed, the Mo family was defeated.

He couldn't tell what state of mind he was in at the time. He was not in the capital, so he trapped himself in the tent and sat there blankly for a whole day...

Now, he finally grew up.

But she has changed.

Changed beyond recognition.

He has always been unclean in his work, and he also knows that a place like a dungeon is a place where people can be reborn.

It was only after seeing her that he realized that the dungeon is more than just reborn, it can smooth out all your brilliance, and forcibly peel off a layer of skin from you!

Qu Luo raised her head, and glanced at the direction where Mo Niang left. She bent her right foot slightly. When she went up the steps, she seemed to have some difficulty. She could only walk out with her back bent.

Something, something invisible, weighed heavily on her shoulders.

It made her even bend her back, which was always straight...

"Young master..." The young servant was so anxious that he almost jumped, not to mention that the young masters couldn't bear the sun, he also followed Qu Luo on weekdays, being hugged everywhere, and he really couldn't bear such exposure .

Qu Luo turned his eyes back, and gave him a faint look: "Go back."

"Hey, hey!" The servant bowed and took Qu Luo back, sweating profusely, thinking in his heart that the old woman of the Mo family was not afraid of the heat, standing under such a sun , something is wrong.

There is something wrong with Mo Niang, the cold feeling from her lower abdomen made her frowned, and her palms were pressed there, feeling stuffy and painful.

She has avoided catching cold and damp these days, and a basin of ice water has completely wasted her efforts.

Mo Niang bent down, her eyes were dizzy from the sunlight, so she just sat in the warmest place.

The ground had been scorching hot for a long time, and it was uncomfortable to sit on.

After a while, I feel comfortable.

She supported the ground, then put her warmed hands on her lower abdomen, and then slowly rubbed, waiting for the dull pain to pass.

Waiting is the time for a stick of incense.

She wants to sleep a little bit, and she thinks life is so good now.

The warm sunshine, no one disturbed her, she can sleep peacefully, although the lower abdomen hurts, but not to the point of restlessness.

She heard someone calling her "girl."

There is also a deep laughter, which is hearty and confident: "Bring my crutches, you are not good, you are so sensible when you are young, and you know how to stay with your grandfather, but when you grow up, you only know to see Nangong That kid at home doesn't play with grandfather anymore..."

Mo Niang slowly opened her eyes. When the scorching sun shone into her eyes, the pain was so painful that she could hardly bear the pain in her throat...

To the readers: I don't think I'm torturing my demon girl, I'm torturing myself, woo woo woo. (Everyone: Get lost! You clearly abused us, you scumbag stepmother! Mouwei: I knew you would say that... I love you, huh!)