Vampire cute baby tomb robber

422 Take Back the Glory of the Demon Family!

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The copper door with the seal was pushed open, and a musty smell of sultry heat rushed towards him.

There was no one in the huge yard, and the leaves grew extremely lush because they hadn't been pruned all year round.

Mo Niang picked up the package in her hand and walked in. She didn't go back to her boudoir, nor did she go to the hall. As soon as she entered the door, she went straight to her grandfather's favorite study room.

There were a lot less furnishings in the room, and all the valuables seemed to have been removed, leaving only a rocking chair made of bamboo and rattan. The rocking chair became very old and covered with dust.

The landscape paintings hanging on the wall are gone, and everything is empty.

Mo Niang looked at the study room for a while, and then slowly sat on the rocking chair. The huge sunset was setting behind her, and the wind from all directions was blowing her blouse. No one knew what she was thinking at the moment, she was smiling, Looking at the floating clouds outside the window, using his fingers hard, he took the wooden basin, went to the well to scoop up water, unwrapped the package, bent down, and cleaned up and down the study.

When I passed by the pond, the lotus was in full bloom, so I picked one, picked a pot at random, and placed it on the sandalwood desk.

Grandpa likes to be clean, so even if she has no future, don't make this place look dirty.

Pulling apart the cloth, splashing ink, two or three strokes outlined a picture of galloping horses.

It was once predicted that even after four years, no one can match the skills of the young lady of the Mo family who swayed into paintings and danced with swords and flames.

This is true.

Her face, her talent, and her fiery youth make everyone who has seen her unforgettable.

However, women are no better than men.

Envy for a long time will lead to resentment.

The Mo family will lose, and it seems to be the case.

She didn't know how to restrain herself before, but now she has changed from a ball of fire to a puddle of water.

Her edges and corners have been ground so flat that she can no longer find the brilliance of the past.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that there is more tenacity hidden in her eyes than anyone else.

"Grandfather, I promise you, the Mo family is here, the Mo mother is here, the Mo family is dead, and the Mo mother is dead. Ten years, ten years later, I will take back all the glory that once belonged to the Mo family."

Mo Niang stood in front of the spiritual tablet, took three sticks of incense and lit it, her voice was very weak, but her words were clear.

She didn't waste too much time. After saying this, she walked into her boudoir. The quilt was spread out on the wooden bed and covered with a layer of white cloth.

When Mo Niang lifted the white cloth, the whole room was filled with dust. Fortunately, the quilt under the white cloth was clean and usable.

She smiled and carried the quilt on her shoulders, wanting to dry it in the sun before the sun went down.

Finding a wooden stick in the yard, Mo Niang gently patted the cotton bedding pads one by one, not only to remove dust, but also to make the cotton more fluffy, and after absorbing the sun, it also smelled comfortable.

While she was busy, there seemed to be something in the study.

At first, Mo Niang thought that a stray cat had run in, until she heard something making noise, she narrowed her eyes, and walked towards the study with one hand supporting the wooden stick.

Sure enough, there were three figures inside, staring blankly at Xia Lian on the desk with their mouths opened wide.

Mo Niang was taken aback, the wooden stick in her hand fell to the ground, and then she slowly laughed: "Uncle Liao, Yan'er, Ah Zi,"

The older man suddenly turned around, his expression changed, his aging facial features were stained with tears, and he ran towards the witch, almost disregarding etiquette, and wanted to hug her into his arms: "Miss! It's you!" ? Really you?"

"It's me." Mo Niang smiled, showing her bright teeth. After sensing his movement, she stretched out her hand: "I'm back." Uncle Liao is the housekeeper of Mo's family. When she was not born, He just served beside his grandfather. When she was naughty and made mistakes when she was a child, he would try to cover it up for her. Although he was a servant, he was better than a relative.

"I've lost weight... I've grown taller." Uncle Liao looked at her like a child, and when he touched her wrist, which was so thin that it couldn't be thinner, his eyes were very moist.

But Mo Niang only knew how to laugh, as if she couldn't speak suddenly.

There are still people in the Mo family, besides her, there are still people... What could be more joyful than this.

The two maidservants next to her also cried, came over and hugged Mo Niang's waist, and called out "Miss" as they wiped away their tears...

They are all younger than the devil lady, they were the little maids who served the devil lady personally, and they have grown into big girls in just four years.

Mo Niang touched their heads with her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't cry, we finally met each other, why are you crying one by one."

It was fine if she didn't say anything, but when she said it, the girl named Yan'er cried even louder, as if she had been greatly wronged, and began to complain to her, complaining about this and that.

The demon lady had no choice but to stretch out her arms and hug him, with a doting smile on her face: "Thank you for helping me guard the demon's house all these years."

Uncle Liao looked at her, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, and pulled the person away, and finally burst into tears and laughed.

On the first day home, we must have a reunion dinner.

While tidying up the kitchen, Uncle Liao said with a smile, "Now that Miss is back, the seals pasted by the imperial court are useless. According to the emperor's wishes, we can start our lives again."

Mo Niang didn't open her mouth when she heard this, she lowered her head to pick vegetables, her beautiful side face looked very warm in the dusk.

When Uncle Liao saw it, he yelled out in surprise, "Miss, how can you do this? Put it down, I'll do it!"

"Uncle Liao." Mo Niang pressed his wrist, smiling gently: "Why can't I pick vegetables? You cook, and I will help you. How fast is this."

Uncle Liao watched her skillfully pinch off the vegetable leaves, and moved his throat with difficulty. He didn't know what kind of life Miss had lived in these years, but he could imagine how much she had suffered.

With those hands, you can hunt down flying eagles with a bow and arrow, and take people's heads with a long whip... But now, they are doing the most humble thing.

The ladies of ordinary officials' families don't touch the spring water with their ten fingers, let alone the demons who stomp their feet in the capital, which is enough to shake the army.

The old man has always loved her, and he doesn't want the young lady to suffer a little.

In fact, it's not just the old man who loves her, even the servants like them like to serve her from the bottom of their hearts...

The most painful thing in this world is not living at the bottom of poverty all the time.

It was a sudden change overnight, falling from a high place that was sought after by others, and losing everything.

Over the years, he has always been vaguely worried in his heart, worried that the young lady will not be able to get over that hurdle, and even more worried that she will hold on to the past, unable to see the current situation clearly, and letting her temper go.

Especially when it comes to dealing with the young master of the Nangong family...