Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 4 The Devil in the Castle

Yuling’s eyes were dangerously raised. The well-behaved kitten suddenly stretched out his sharp claws and clawed his teeth. It was quite fresh. Her face was in his mind and he was alive. He didn’t have to rely on a cold incense. Remember her.

"Garbage, it is rubbish." Night Mausole said indifferently, took one of the design drafts, took a pen on the side, and painted and changed it on her original design draft for less than five minutes, an eye-catching one. Designed on paper.

Although it is a sketch design, it is so amazing.

She designed a blood-drop necklace, the night mausoleum changed, the shape of the blood drops became full and aura, and the tears were held in the crescent moon, and the simple line processing was more sophisticated and skilled than Shen Qianshu.

"You..." A well-conceived design picture, instantly seems to have vitality, Shen Qianshu marveled, she was heart-thinking of the disease, is actually a talented top sick, Shen Qianshu no arms, hands together, "seeking teacher!" ”

"Ugly refused!" The night ruthlessly refused, giving Shen Qianshu a violent knife.

Shen Qianshu looked at his back and erected the middle finger.

You look great, great!

Since Shen Qianshu discovered that the night masonry mastered the jewelry design, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed some design drafts in front of him, all of which were rough lines, hoping to get the guidance of the night mausoleum.

When the night mausoleum is in a good mood, it will give one or two sentences. When it is in a bad mood, it will be shredded directly and violently. Shen Qianshu will immediately pull him down and massage for him. Once she massaged, the pain of the night mausoleum obviously cannot Patience, the body is tight and stiff as a stone, Shen Qianshu twisted his brain, gently picked up the song, are some soft songs, but see the miraculous effect, the night mausoleum in her singing, relaxed.

Therefore, when Shen Qianshu was massaged, he was forced to sing. One day, his mouth was dry, his arms were stiff and sour, and he was crying.

Strongly demanding a rise in wages!

The night in Paris always comes slowly.

Shen Qianshu met the first cloudy day in Paris.

There was a thunderstorm at night during the weather forecast.

At 6:1, the sky was dark, dark and heavy, Shen Qianshu made a good meal, and went upstairs. The night tomb sat in front of the window like a statue, watching the dark days. During this time, the conversation between the two was more. Up, although sometimes it is Shen Qianshu forced to chat, not like the previous month, such as gold.

"Sir, there are thunderstorms at night, I am afraid of delays, do you go early today?"

There was no response from the night mausoleum. Shen Qianshu put down the plate. She could feel the mood of the night mausoleum was very poor, and she was desperately patient. The air involved a violent factor, and Shen Qianshu had some inexplicable fears.

He is like a great demon who is floating in the dark.

"Sir, I am leaving first."

Shen Qianshu quickly left the castle. It was almost two months. She never spent the night in the castle, and remembered the warning from Luther butler. The castle at night seemed to have a devil. Shen Qianshu hurried to the bus stop.

The atmosphere, condensation, her heart rushed.

This is a suburb. It takes two kilometers to walk to the bus stop. Usually she comes early and walks early. It is a sport.

Just halfway through today, suddenly thunder and lightning, the sky is getting darker, as if it is going to rain soon, Shen Qianshu looked back at the castle, standing in the forest in the castle, is the only house nearby.

"I will stay for a while...it will be late, is it okay?"

(End of this chapter)