Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"Owner."

In the hall where the sandalwood is floating, the boys and girls are bouncing around and playing the game of attracting people, full of gloomy air.

The man in fur and brocade clothes is holding a porcelain cup, his handsome and extraordinary profile is faintly visible in the mist of tea, and he is holding a jade flute in his hand, and a pendant is hung on the jade flute, and on the pendant is a a ring.

The style of the ring was a bit western, with a piece of transparent black jade inlaid on the silver frame.

The kneelers didn't dare to look at the black jade, and lowered their heads: "This subordinate has arranged everything according to the master's instructions. Nangong Nie should start to act now. He thought the ring was in Nangong Baiye's hands." , so far no suspicion will be placed on you."

"Yeah." The man held the ring in his palm and played with it for a while, then smiled softly...

I don't know how long that woman will last.

What a pity.

If it wasn't for her being too smart, maybe... the man held the teacup in his hand, his body froze for a moment, and no one knew what he was thinking...

In the temple, Nangong Baiye's heartbeat almost stopped, but she had a calm smile on her face, looked at the Buddha statue, and slightly curled her mouth: "You don't want what I have?"

True and false, true and false.

The eyeballs of the Buddha statue turned back and forth, looking at the figure in the dark.

The figure came out, grabbed Nangong Baiye's collar, dragged her to the wall, and pinched her neck fiercely with his arms: "Where is the thing?"

"Want to know?" Nangong Baiye slanted his body, raised his eyebrows carelessly: "Let my son go first."

The figure sneered, his eyes were cold, his mouth opened and closed: "Tell me the whereabouts of the thing!"

"You asked me to say it, so I said it? Brother, do you think you can't cover up the smell of corpses when you put on human skin?" Nangong Baiye smiled.

But it hurt the only remaining humanity in the figure.

Bang!

He raised his arm and punched her in the stomach!

Nangong Baiye bent down, but laughed unafraid of death, shook off the too long hair at the corner of his forehead, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, that male and female indisputable mockery full of exasperation.

The figure squeezed her arm, creaking it!

"I'll say it again, tell me where the thing is!"

Nangong Baiye smiled lightly, the pain in her bones made her forehead sweat in layers: "I'll say it again, let my son go first."

Yingying had never seen such a human being before. He stared at her intently, and after a while, he waved his hand.

The rope binding Nangong Xiaomiao was unlocked.

The little man stood up unsteadily from the ground, raised a small face made of jade, with a dazed expression.

Nangong Baiye's arms froze for a moment, and he called softly tentatively, but found that his throat was a little sore: "Little meow."

"Mother...Mother..." Nangong Xiaomiao stood like that with her small body, her eyes turned black for a while, and red for a while, with her arms hanging down, she looked at Nangong blankly. white night.

Nangong Baiye took a deep breath: "Xiao Miao, listen to your mother and get out from here, don't look back, stay calm."

"Yes, but someone bullied mother!" Nangong Xiaomiao's voice was suddenly sharp, and he roared angrily. His voice broke through the threshold and tore out sharp and steep ripples, and a scarlet blood shot out from the corner of his eyes.

"Little meow!" Nangong Baiye stopped his movements: "What did mother say? How did you teach you when you were young? Let's see what you look like now?"

Nangong Xiaomiao glanced at her, then looked down at her jet-black nails, her big round eyes were filled with struggle.

Nangong Baiye slowed down his voice: "Hey, pick up the small backpack on the ground, it's filled with your favorite red, go straight ahead, go to the main road, Xiao Miao won't be caught, right? ? You won’t disobey your mother’s words, right?”

"En!" Nangong Xiaomiao glanced at her little mouth, her eyes were red and she nodded her head heavily, then dragged her little body and picked up her backpack.

The Buddha statue stared at the little man, his rolling eyes were full of defense. He never thought that this child was...

"Xiao Miao, have you got your things?" Nangong Baiye couldn't see the innermost movement clearly, so he just listened with his ears.

Nangong Xiaomiao nodded again, realizing that her mother couldn't see it, and replied in a childish voice: "Yeah!"

"Very good." Nangong Baiye endured the pain, and said with a smile, "Little Miao is doing well, let's go, remember not to look back, and don't become a little monster who can only drink blood."

Nangong Xiaomiao hummed again, but the voice was full of sobs and grievances.

Nangong Baiye looked at the little man's swaying and unsteady little body, turning his head three times a step.

"Little meow, don't go." The little man froze there, his fingers were cold.

Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes: "Then you want to become a little monster, and then let mother not want you?"

"No!" The little man hurriedly explained, with tears rolling in his big eyes: "Mother was bullied, and she let Xiao Miao go, and Xiao Miao left, what should mother do? Xiao Miao don't leave !"

Nangong Baiye's throat moved, and she wanted to rush over to pick up her son, but she knew she couldn't.

Obviously, the resentment generated by this temple has induced the demonic nature in Xiaomiao's body.

She couldn't let him stay here any longer.

She knows what Xiao Miao thinks better than anyone else.

She still remembered that when Xiao Miao first sucked blood, it was in a small village at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

The little cat like a glutinous rice dumpling sat blankly among the chickens, with chicken feathers on the top of its head, and the blood that slid from the corner of its mouth was almost shocking.

Surrounding him were the local villagers, holding sticks, their eyes full of fear and disgust.

Xiao Miao just looked at her, with big tears rolling down her face: "Mother, Xiao Miao is not a little monster."

Yes, you are not a monster, you are the son of my white night.

If I can't even do protection, how can I be your mother!

Nangong Baiye raised his head, forced back his tears, and forced himself to cool down his voice: "One, you stay here and become a little monster, and don't call me mother in the future; two, you go first and wait for mother to find you again, you Choose yourself."

Nangong Xiaomiao opened her eyes wide and sucked in her little nose: "Xiaomiao, let's go!"

As he spoke, he kept his head buried and walked forward with big strides.

He is going to find that rich uncle and ask him to save his mother!

Although mother's mouth is very bad, but... Nangong Xiaomiao wiped her little face with her little hand behind her back. Mother said that a man should not cry!

He listened to his mother's words, he didn't cry, and he didn't turn into a little monster!

Looking at the little people gradually disappearing outside the temple, Nangong Baiye heaved a sigh of relief, vomiting blood from his throat...