The pine branches clinging to the window paper silently transformed into a small head and an arm, stretched out a finger, and the firelight flickered on Chu Tianjiao's fingertips, and a small hole with a burnt-yellow edge appeared on the window paper.
With his lips raised slightly under the scarf, Chu Tianjiao transformed into the form of a pine branch again and looked into the window through the small hole.
The first thing that caught her sight was the pale pink bed curtain. It was obvious that there was a boudoir inside the window. As her eyes moved, a middle-aged woman facing the window appeared in her eyes. That woman
Wearing a luxurious cotton-padded jacket, she sat diagonally in front of the bed, her arms
He was hugging a young woman wearing a middle coat. The woman's hair was disheveled, and her body was tightly wrapped with cloth strips. Her face could not be seen clearly. It could only be inferred from her body that did not rise much that she should still be there.
Very young, probably around fourteen or fifteen years old.
"Xi'er is good, Xi'er is not afraid!" The middle-aged woman patted the girl's back and hummed a nursery rhyme softly, but the girl was restless and kept struggling in her arms. The middle-aged woman was exhausted.
She had already been knocked off the bed.
The girl sobbed and raised her face. Her delicate little face was filled with fear and confusion. Chu Tianjiao could clearly see her eyes. They were not as black as a normal person, but as black as the demonized Dan and He Lanji.
It's as red as blood.
The middle-aged woman fell so hard that her bun was crooked, but she managed to get up from the ground and hugged the beautiful girl again, "Don't be afraid, Xi'er, daddy will be back soon. When daddy gets the medicine, you can take it."
It’ll be fine…”
"Woo!" What she responded to was the girl's constant struggle and whimpering.
Although the symptoms were somewhat different, Chu Tianjiao could still see that the girl's current condition must be that of a demon.
There was a sound of clothes being tattered, and one more person appeared in the deserted courtyard.
Sensing the appearance of this person, Chu Tianjiao immediately held her breath. She turned around, only to see the figure flash, and the person had rushed into the hall, and then appeared beside the girl's bed.
"Xiao!" When she saw the person coming, the middle-aged woman's face immediately showed a look of surprise, "Xi'er, look, dad is back, you will be fine soon!"
Xiao?!
Chu Tianjiao's eyes passed over the tall middle-aged man standing beside the bed, and based on Huang Niu'er's description before, he immediately concluded that this man should be Murong Xiao, the leader of the Xuanwu Alliance.
Then, naturally, this middle-aged woman should be his wife Bai Jie, and this girl is his daughter Murong Xinxi.
Completely opposite to the happy look on the middle-aged woman's face, Murong Xiao had a frown on her face. He looked at his daughter struggling in her mother's arms on the bed. A sad look flashed in Murong Xiao's eyes. He suddenly took a step forward and raised his hand.
The hand knife struck the daughter's neck sharply.
Murong Xinxi's body stiffened, and then she collapsed softly in her mother's arms.
"Xiao, what are you doing?!" Bai Jie hugged her daughter distressedly, raised her face to look at her husband, her tone was full of confusion, and when she saw her husband's face clearly, her tears had already burst out of her frame, and she was a little unhappy.
Dare to ask with certainty, "Could it be...didn't you get the medicine?!"
"He's not there!" Murong Xiao shook his head with a troubled look on his face, "I've been waiting for an hour, but he never showed up. I think he probably won't come tonight!"
Bai Jie cried unwillingly and asked, "But, you made an appointment clearly?!"
"he"?!
Is he the one who made Murong Xinxi become a demon?!
Hearing Bai Jie's crying rhetoric, Chu Tianjiao's heart suddenly tightened.