The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 22 I Never Save People, Only Kill People

"He's not worthy yet." Shen Tang Luojiao's lips parted slightly, with carelessness in his brows and eyes.

When she opened her mouth to say these four words, her immature face was condensed like frost, and a icy glint flickered in her dark eyes.

Nangong Mo was taken aback, and the expression on her small face was full of astonishment.

Not worthy?

She thought that she was used to observing words and expressions since she was a child, but at this moment she couldn't guess the meaning of a simple sentence from a girl younger than herself.

The little girl in front of her gave her the feeling that she didn't have the slightest innocence that a ten-year-old should have.

There always seemed to be a vague indifference and coldness on her body, as if she had the depth of half a lifetime of ups and downs.

Nangong Mo couldn't help taking a few steps back, inexplicably feeling that the air around her became thinner, and she felt an invisible pressure.

"Then you are?" She asked again with timid eyes, she wanted to know why her mother would kill a little girl.

The hatred on the mother's body could not come for no reason, it could only be that the little girl in front of her threatened her.

In Xuanling Palace, apart from father, no one would dare to go against mother's wishes, let alone make mother afraid.

Obviously, this little girl, her background is not simple.

Who is that woman named Shen Qianyan?

And why did you send her here?

"Shen Tangluo."

The corner of Shen Tangluo's mouth twitched slightly, and he stood up calmly, put his hands on the back of his neck, moved his sore neck, and stretched.

Surname Shen?

Nangong Mo raised her brows slightly, vaguely understanding, yet seemingly not understanding.

During the day, when her mother mentioned Shen Qianyan's name, the surging hatred in her eyes was not her illusion.

Nangong Mo raised her head suddenly, her timid eyes were tinged with seriousness, "I am from Xuanling Palace, my mother treated you like that, why did you save me?"

Shen Tangluo would be beaten and bruised and thrown into the ghost forest to feed the wolves, it was her mother's doing.

Mother hates Shen Qianyan, so she also hates everyone related to Shen Qianyan.

Undoubtedly, Shen Tangluo should stand on the opposite side of Xuanling Palace, and it is what she should do.

Could it be that she couldn't bear the little and useless things she sent her last night.

Shen Tangluo's left wrist felt a fine tingling pain, she frowned and stared at the wrist in a daze for a moment, then heard Nangongmo ask such a stupid question.

In her previous life, she was considered a cruel and ruthless god of killing, and even a cold-blooded female devil that everyone shouted and beat.

Where does the word saving lives appear on her body.

Is she saving lives?
Shen Tang lifted his eyelids slightly, met Shang Nangongmo's rather serious eyes, and gave a slight sneer in his heart.

She denied from the bottom of her heart that she would save people, and immediately frowned and said, "Save you? Think too much, I never save people, I only kill people."

Nangong Mo was stunned again, and stared blankly at the little girl with fierce brows and eyes.

It is no exaggeration to describe Shen Tangluo's crooked eyebrows and eyes when he smiles so beautifully, it can make the world pale and the sun and the moon dim in an instant.

But at this moment, she was speaking chilling words.

Nangong Mo just wanted to say something to refute, when Shen Tangluo sneered and said, his eyes were full of madness and evil.

"Yin Su wants to kill people to silence her, but I won't let her do it."

"Saving you... Maybe it doesn't count."

Also, she doesn't want to owe anyone anything, and she has always had a clear grievance.

Her cold voice floated in the air, obviously she was so close, but for some reason, Nangong Mo felt that it was far and deep.

"Let's go," Shen Tangluo took the lead and walked out of the sunny wooden house, "From the moment you wake up, you should understand that restraining yourself and reducing your sense of existence will not make you worry-free all your life .”

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Mo's usually soft and timid eyes were stained with sharpness for an instant, and he subconsciously clenched the little hand in his sleeve.

(End of this chapter)