Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"Do not……"

In the gloomy room, a person fell asleep. He seemed to be having a nightmare, twisting his body back and forth.

That dream was very common, it was just a simple pleasure-seeking, he had it too, but when he looked down at the woman in his arms, he couldn't help being stunned.

That, that is clearly a corpse!

Jiang Dao woke up all of a sudden, sitting on the head of the bed, gasping for breath, raising his hand to touch his head, his brow was sweating.

It was just a dream...

He let out a long breath, and touched the side of the bed subconsciously.

With this touch, his entire face changed color!

He remembered very clearly that his father was detained in the Yamen. He was too tired, so he came back and wanted to sleep for a while.

He obviously didn't ask any maids to attend the bed, how could there be an extra person on this bed!

Jiang Dao didn't dare to turn his head, he only felt the back of his neck was chilly, as if something was breathing.

Then, he heard the sound of someone getting out of bed...

It was a woman in a red dress, she stood up from the bed unhurriedly, walked to the front of the bronze mirror step by step, picked up the comb, and combed her ink-splattered hair.

That movement was indescribably stiff, not like a living person, but like a puppet hanging by a string.

One click, another click...

As if aware of his gaze, the woman suddenly turned her head, rolled her eyes upwards, and smiled strangely at the corner of her mouth...

She, she is the ninth concubine whose father just married in!

"what!"

Jiang Dao couldn't hold back any longer, and yelled out in panic.

boom!

The servant who was just about to knock on the door heard the noise inside, and rushed in regardless of etiquette: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Dao grabbed the servant's hand with trembling lips, and pointed to the dressing table with sweat profusely, but there was nothing left, nothing was left there.

Is it a dream within a dream?

"Master?" The servant looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Dao shook his head, shaking off the strangeness in his heart: "What's the matter?"

"The investigators are here again, the master is not here, do you want to go out and meet?" the servant said respectfully.

Jiang Dao nodded, now he can go anywhere, he just doesn't want to be alone.

Asking the servants to put on the fur coat, Jiang Daocai asked, "Father hasn't come back from the Yamen yet?"

"The master sent a letter back, saying that he would go to Nangongyuan first."

Jiang Dao nodded, turned around and left the room without asking any more questions.

But for some reason, he always felt that the courtyard of Jiang's family was very deserted today. After walking so far, he didn't even meet a maid, and he could only hear the whistling north wind.

The leaves are spinning on the ground, eerie like the ghost paper used in worship...

He was frightened by his own thoughts, and turned his head to look for the servant who told him to get up. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it, but his body was stiff.

The servant was still the same as before, but his mouth opened and closed like a black hole, as if it could swallow everything...

Clap!

There was a muffled sound of charcoal in the red-burning stove.

Nangong Baiye was sitting in the living room of Jiang's family for entertaining people, looking at Aunt Jiu with shrewd eyes.

That Aunt Nine was very shy. Being stared at like this, she subconsciously shrank back, and her face was also red.

Nangong Baiye smiled: "Don't be afraid of me, Ziyan misses you, let me come and see you."

"Sister Ziyan?" Aunt Jiu finally responded, her palm-sized face lifted up, her eyes were foggy: "Is she alright?"

Nangong Baiye shook his head: "No, she has been thinking about avenging you, and almost angered the Jiang family."

Hearing this, Aunt Jiu couldn't hold back the tears anymore, she clenched her hands tightly: "Go back and tell Sister Zi Yan not to miss me, I have a good life at Jiang's house, and the master loves me too, Don't let her do stupid things anymore." After all, she was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and she still spoke childishly: "No one will believe her. With a background like ours, we will always suffer in the end. .”

Nangong Baiye looked at her straight, with tears streaming down his eyes: "Is this your truth?"

"Mmm." Aunt Jiu lowered her small face and looked down at the tea in the cup.

Nangong Baiye wanted to ask something more, when a group of people flooded into the hall.

It turned out that it was Nangong Hongyan who heard the news of her investigation, and also ran over, and the two young masters of the Qu family also followed, looking dignified.

As soon as Qu Luo came in, he bent down and whispered in her ear: "I found out what you asked me to check..."

Nangong Baiye listened quietly, a layer of light flashed across his eyes quickly, but soon, the light turned into worry.

Things are even worse than she imagined...

After today's lesson, Nangong Hongyan restrained a lot, and only snorted coldly at Nangong Baiye, instead of yelling at her like before.

She is very scruples about Beiming Liancheng's identity, especially now that His Highness the Seventh Highness is still wearing the scholar's fake skin.

She was harmed by this fake skin!

Nangong Xiaomiao didn't know what happened, but felt that this aunt was also acting weird today, not like usual.

"Why is it that Miss Seven is here, and you don't know how to prepare food and drinks?" Jiang Dao walked in from the door, yelling at the servants who were waiting in displeasure.

Nangong Hongyan looked at him, recalled the scene at the meal before, and stood back uncomfortably.

Jiang Dao's attitude was very respectful, and he exchanged pleasantries for a while.

The dishes were served very quickly, as if they knew they were coming, and prepared them early.

Beiming Liancheng was sitting on a wooden chair, looking at the dishes on the table, with long hair twirling his fingers, a lazy and sexy body, black eyes with a trace of gold streaks, flashing playful light: "It looks like good."

"It's not bad, eat more." Jiang Dao said with a smile, and warmly greeted people to sit down.

The servants served one dish after another. They didn't know whether it was because the weather was too cold or they were too tired from work. Their expressions seemed a little numb.

Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes for a moment before pulling the two little people to sit down.

When the meal time came, the two sons of the Luo family were already hungry, and they didn't refuse. Nangong Hongyan also picked up the bamboo chopsticks.

It's just that I don't know why, the delicacy that looks quite sweet is like chewing wax in the mouth.

Qu Luo, who is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, can't resist this, subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to spit it out!

Nangong Baiye gripped his wrist and said in a low voice, "Eat it."

What?Qu Luo didn't have time to ask, and saw Jiang Dao holding a sweet and sour fish with both hands. He didn't bite or swallow it, but just smelled it like a drug addict.

Does sweet and sour fish smell good?

Qu Luo frowned.

Not only him, even Nangong Hongyan put down the bamboo chopsticks in disgust.

Jiang Dao seemed to be intoxicated by the smell of sweet and sour fish, his mouth was slightly open, and his saliva was dripping down, but he didn't know it...

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't it to your liking?"