My Lady, Something is Wrong

When you dare to appear in the light, or even under the scorching sun, the soul will undergo even greater qualitative changes.

Then you can take possession.

It is said that the imperial object can be thousands of miles away, take people's heads, kill people invisibly, and walk like a breeze. Even ordinary warriors with strong qi and blood are difficult to detect and resist.

Thinking of this, Luo Qingzhou was quite excited and looking forward to it.

If he can really succeed in cultivating the soul at that time, it will not be as simple as defeating Luo Yu in the ring.

Not only does he want the vicious eldest lady to pay for her debts with blood, he also wants her to die and suffer for a lifetime!

Luo Yu is the same!

"Sir...touch..."

The little girl in her arms suddenly twisted her body again, and took the initiative to put her delicate and delicate feet into his hands, her face blushing like an apple.

Chapter 75 Uncle, You Are Not Right!

the next day.

Xiaodie stayed up late again.

Last time, she said with a blushing face that the young master was pressing her hair and couldn't get up, but this time she shyly said, "It hurts..."

Luo Qingzhou didn't do anything bad to her last night, he just accidentally pressed her arm...

"Go to sleep next time."

Luo Qingzhou rubbed her arms for her and got up.

Seeing this, the little girl quickly got up from the quilt, knelt beside the bed, waited for him to get dressed, and muttered with a small mouth, "I don't want it, I have to sleep with the son."

Luo Qingzhou ignored her, got out of bed, and walked to the window.

Open the window, and a cold air blows in.

But the breath is very refreshing.

The snow has not stopped, but it has fallen very little.

Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, like withered white petals, decorating the scenery outside the window.

The icy cold wind stopped for a while.

In the small courtyard, pear trees are blooming like flowers.

Other flowers and trees are all white.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, looking at the snowy scenery outside, thinking about the ghost and the ghost last night.

Xiaodie got dressed and had her waist-length black hair loose. With a comb in her hand, she came to his back and gently combed his hair for him, with a cute, cuddly, supple, and pitiful appearance.

Luo Qingzhou looked back, suddenly turned around and hugged her waist, picked her up, put her on the table next to him, and let her sit there.

Then bent down and looked at her.

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, her fair face was gradually stained with two blushes, and she said shyly: "Master, you...what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just look at you."

Luo Qingzhou reached out and tugged at her delicate face, and said with a smile, "Finally, I have grown a little flesh, and it is much cuter than before."

Xiaodie immediately became nervous, touched her little face and said, "Young master, slave... Has this slave gained weight?"

"No, that's fine."

Luo Qingzhou touched her slender calf again and said, "I'm not fat or thin now, just right. It's not like before, it's all bones, and it's uncomfortable to hold."

Xiaodie bowed her head shyly, her heart full of joy.

The boy likes it.

...comfortable.

Seeing her showing the shyness and splendor of a young girl again, Luo Qingzhou looked cute and charming, so she couldn't help but leaned in, kissed her red cheeks, and said, "Okay, don't be silly, Time to work."

"Oh, oh oh."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately woke up, covered her face and jumped off the table, shy and sweetly ran out to prepare breakfast.

finish breakfast.

Xiaodie went out to find Xiaotao and the others to study.

Luo Qingzhou read the book for a while and saw that the snow was smaller, so he went out and walked towards Miss Qin Er's residence.

He hadn't been there yet, he only knew the approximate location.

When passing by Miss Qin's door, he paused and glanced at the closed courtyard door. Just as he was about to leave, the courtyard door suddenly opened with a creak.

Bailing, dressed in a pink dress, appeared in the door beautifully, with beautiful eyes flowing, and two shallow dimples appeared on her pretty face. She smiled sweetly: "Master, did you come to greet the lady so early?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her lips and then at her neck.

Today, her collar is a round neck, not standing up, and she is not wearing a scarf, revealing a white and slender swan neck.

There are no traces on it.

"I'm just passing by, I'm going to greet the second lady."

Luo Qingzhou told the truth.

He looked at the sweet girl in front of him, and unconsciously there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Hearing this, Bailing looked at him suspiciously: "Uncle, what do you want? Why did you run to provoke the second lady again?"

Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "Mrs. let me go."

After a pause, he said again: "I just went to ask for peace and chat with the second lady, I have no other intentions."

Bailing stared at him with a serious look, and suddenly "puchi" smiled, smiling like a flower: "Are you explaining it to me?"

Immediately, he blinked his eyes playfully, and said in a low voice, "Are you afraid of my misunderstanding, or Miss? Or maybe..."

"Farewell."

Luo Qingzhou didn't say more, turned and left.

Bailing said quickly: "Uncle, have you been to the second lady? Do you know where she lives?"

Luo Qingzhou did not look back and said, "I will ask others."

Bailing stared at his back for a few moments, then suddenly turned around and ran back to the house, and quickly ran out again, holding a pink flower oil paper umbrella in his hand, caught up to spread it, walked with him, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I'll go with you."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the flower umbrella above his head, then glanced at her again, hesitating to say anything.

Bailing smiled and stretched out the umbrella in front of him: "Uncle, you can support it, you are tall, and I am tired."

Luo Qingzhou said: "You can fight it yourself, I don't need it."

Bailing didn't speak, the flower umbrella in his hand was still placed in front of him, with a stubborn look on his face.

Luo Qingzhou frowned, seeing her head drenched in snow, hesitated for a moment, had to take the umbrella, propped it up between the two, and leaned towards her.

Bailing raised his head and glanced, then looked at his handsome and calm profile, his eyes moved, and he didn't speak again.

She looked back.

Under the eaves in the distance, among the snowflakes, there was a faint and slender figure standing vaguely, cold, colder than snow.

Holding an umbrella, Luo Qingzhou strolled in the snow with the girl beside him, smelling her fragrance in his nose, feeling her breath in his body, and couldn't help but think of the intimate lingering that night again.

When he was about to speak, Bailing suddenly ran to the flowerbed next to him, picked a flower with ice and snow, ran back and handed it to him, with bright eyes and bright teeth: "Master, send it to you."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer: "Take it, I don't like it."

Bailing was stunned: "Why? Flowers are so beautiful and fragrant. Since ancient times, talented people have compared beauty to delicate flowers, and my uncle has also written poems about the beauty of flowers. How can you not like flowers?"

Luo Qingzhou just didn't want to accept the flowers she sent.

How can a man accept flowers from a woman.

Thinking of her initiative and his passive each time they had sex, he would not accept it.

"A flower is a flower after all. No matter how beautiful it is, no one is beautiful, and no matter how fragrant it is, no one is fragrant. Lady Bailing is right in front of me. She grows more beautiful than flowers, and grows more fragrant than flowers. Why do I need flowers? "

He looked at the front and casually said something.

Really just perfunctory, and just casual, he swears.

"Ok?"

He stopped and looked back.

The girl suddenly stopped in place, and did not move forward any more, Mei Mei stared at him blankly, and the flower in her hand slowly drooped down.

The two looked at each other across the wind and snow.

The cold breeze blew, and the girl's pink skirt swayed slightly like blooming petals, and the blue silk next to her temples flew to the corner of her mouth, showing a trance-like expression on her pretty face like a flower.

Luo Qingzhou didn't know that his casual remarks would have such a big effect.

In those days, such words could even be said in a joking tone to a girl who was not familiar.

But in this feudal age where men and women are reserved, such words...

"I'm joking, I just said casually, Miss Bailing, don't care."

Luo Qingzhou held an oil-paper umbrella and returned to her, covering the wind and snow for her and cutting off the sight of the two of them meeting together.

Bai Ling suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Uncle, you are not right."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned: "What's wrong with me?"

Bailing stared at him with burning eyes and said, "My uncle is not like an honest person, like a villain who coaxes girls everywhere!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Let's go, go to the second lady."

Arguing with a woman is tantamount to looking for trouble and asking for trouble.

"Uncle has a guilty conscience, acquiesced, and dare not say a word?"

"Sure enough..."

"Sure enough, it's a badass..."