In the main hall where sandalwood is floating, boys and girls are jumping around and playing games of pulling people, and the atmosphere is filled with gloom.
A man dressed in fur and brocade is holding a porcelain cup. His handsome profile is looming in the mist of tea. He is holding a jade flute in his hand. There is a pendant hanging on the jade flute. On the pendant is tied.
A ring.
The ring was made in a somewhat Western style, with a silver frame inlaid with a piece of transparent black jade.
The kneeling person did not dare to look at the black jade and lowered his head: "My subordinates have arranged everything according to the master's instructions. Nangong Ni should take action now. He thought the ring was in Nangong Baiye's hand.
, I won’t doubt you so far.”
"Yeah." The man held the ring in his palm, played with it for a while, and smiled softly...
I don't know how long that woman will last.
What a pity.
If she wasn't too smart, maybe... The man squeezed the tea cup in his hand, and his body froze for a moment. 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. She looked at the Buddha statue and slightly raised the corner of her mouth: "You don't want the things in my hands?"
True and false, real and false.
The eyes of the Buddha statue turned back and forth, looking at the figure in the dark.
The figure came out, grabbed Nangong Baiye's collar, pulled her to the wall, and pinched her neck with his arms: "Where is the thing?"
"Want to know?" Nangong Baiye tilted his body and raised his eyebrows carelessly: "Let my son go first."
The figure sneered, with cold eyes, and his mouth opened and closed: "Tell me the whereabouts of the thing!"
"If you ask me to say it, I'll say it? Brother, do you think you can't hide the corpse smell on your body if you put on human skin?" Nangong Baiye smiled at the corner of his mouth.
But it stung the figure's only remaining humanity.
Bang!
He raised his arms and punched her in the abdomen!
Nangong Baiye bent down, but laughed without fear of death. He shook off the long broken hair on his forehead, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His androgynous face was full of mockery that would kill people.
The figure squeezed her arm, making a creaking sound!
"I say it again, tell me the whereabouts of the things!"
Nangong Baiye smiled lightly, and the pain that penetrated her bones caused a thin layer of sweat to break out on her forehead: "I will say it again, let my son go first."
The human figure has never seen such a human being before. He looked at her intently, and after a while, he waved his hand.
The rope lock that bound Nangong Xiaomiao was unlocked.
The little man stood up from the ground unsteadily and raised his little jade face with a stunned expression.
Nangong Baiye's arms stiffened for a moment, and he called out tentatively, but found that his throat hurt: "Xiao Meow."
"Mother...Mother..." Nangong Xiaomiao's little body just stood like that, her eyes turned black for a while, then turned red for a while, her arms hung down, looking at Nangong blankly.
white night.
Nangong Baiye took a deep breath: "Xiao Miao, listen to mother, get out of here, don't look back, and stay calm."
"Yes, someone is bullying my mother!" Nangong Xiaomiao's voice was suddenly sharp, and he roared angrily. His voice broke through the threshold and made sharp and steep ripples, and a scarlet bloodshot burst out from the corner of his eyes.
"Xiao Meow!" Nangong Baiye stopped his movements: "What did mother say? How did mother teach you when you were a child? Look at what you look like now."
Nangong Xiaomiao glanced at her, then looked down at her black nails, her big round eyes full of struggle.
Nangong Baiye slowed down his voice: "Good boy, pick up the small backpack on the ground. It's filled with your favorite reds. Keep going forward and onto the main road. Little Meow will not be caught, right?
?You won’t disobey mother, right?”
"Yeah!" Nangong Xiaomiao glanced at her little mouth, nodded her head heavily with red eyes, then dragged her little body and picked up her backpack.
The Buddha statue stared at the little man, his rolling eyes filled with defensiveness. He did not expect that this child turned out to be...
"Xiao Meow, have you got your things?" Nangong Baiye couldn't see the movement inside clearly, so he only listened with his ears.
Nangong Xiaomiao nodded again, realizing that her mother couldn't see it, and replied in a sweet voice: "Yeah!"
"Very good." Nangong Baiye endured the pain and said with a smile: "Little meow, you did a good job. Let's go. Remember not to look back, and don't turn into a little monster who can only drink blood."
Nangong Xiaomiao hummed again, but there was choking and grievance in her voice.
Nangong Baiye looked at the little man's swaying little body, turning his head three times every step of the way.
"Little meow, don't leave." The little man froze there, his fingers cold.
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes: "Then do you want to become a little monster and then let your mother not want you?"
"No!" the little man'er explained hurriedly, with tears welling up in his big eyes: "My mother was bullied, and she even asked meow to leave. If meow is gone, what will my mother do? Don't let meow go."
!”
Nangong Baiye's throat moved, and she wanted to rush over and pick up her son, but she knew she couldn't.
It is obvious that the resentment generated by this temple has induced the demonic nature in Xiao Meow's body.
She couldn't let him stay here any longer.
She knows what Xiaomiao is thinking better than anyone else.
She still remembers the first time Xiao Meow sucked blood, it was in a small village at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
The little cat, who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling, sat blankly among the chickens, with chicken feathers on its head and the blood dripping from the corner of its mouth, which was almost shocking.
Surrounding him were local villagers, holding sticks and their eyes full of fear and disgust.
But 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 my son of Bai Ye.
If I can't even protect you, how can I be your mother?
Nangong Baiye raised his head, pushed back the tears, and forced himself to calm down his voice: "First, you stay and become a little monster, and don't call me mother in the future. Second, you leave first and wait for mother to find you again. You
Make your own choice."
Nangong Xiaomiao suddenly opened her eyes wide and sniffed: "Xiao Miao, let's go!"
As he spoke, he didn't hesitate, buried his little head, and walked forward with big steps.
He is going to find the rich uncle and ask him to save his mother!
Although my mother has a very bad mouth, but... Nangong Xiaomiao wiped her little face hard with her little hands. Her mother said that a man should not cry!
He listened to his mother and didn't cry or turn into a little monster!
Looking at the little man disappearing outside the temple, Nangong Baiye breathed a sigh of relief and vomited blood from his throat...