Nangong Baiye's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the small schoolbag in his son's hand and rushed towards the backyard without looking back...
The sound came from a servant's room. The house was locked from the inside. Nangong Baiye jumped over with one leg. She was handsome and cold, which was a little different from her usual self.
As soon as the door was kicked open, he saw a person sitting on the ground. That person was none other than Xiao Hong, the maid who had just offered fruit to the deceased.
Her face was pale, and she looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table with fearful eyes. Big tears slid down her cheeks, and she was so scared that she lost her shape.
When she saw Nangong Baiye coming in, she first held her head and shouted, then grabbed her hand hard: "Help, help me..."
Nangong Baiye took her into his arms and comforted her back with one hand: "It's okay."
"Hmm..." Xiaohong seemed to feel relieved, and she shrank into Nangong Baiye's arms again, but her eyes rolled up, revealing a strange white color, and the scissors hidden in her cuffs flashed with silver light.
He stabbed it downwards hard!
But who knows.
The man hugging him actually started chanting a mantra: "Dust to dust, dust to dust..."
"Ah!" Xiaohong felt as if there was a fire on her back. There was a yellow talisman stuck there, with the word "Exorcism" written faintly on it!
She laughed sinisterly, tore the talisman into pieces, and shouted in a dark voice: "Don't think you can trap me like this!"
Snapped!
The red rope of the corpse is broken.
Xiaohong lay down softly...
Nangong Baiye looked at the broken red rope and frowned slightly. Such a big resentment?
When everyone broke in, this was what they saw. They had no idea what had just happened.
Jiang Xin's eyes widened, he lowered his body, and cautiously probed Xiaohong's nose...
"She's fine." Nangong Baiye put her on the bed, and her eyes fell on the bronze mirror on the dressing table. There was nothing special about the bronze mirror. There were patterns carved around it, and the workmanship was not very particular.
She walked over, picked up the bronze mirror, looked over and over, but found nothing.
But after Jiang Xin saw this bronze mirror, his expression completely changed!
Nangong Baiye put the bronze mirror down and looked at Jiang Xin with raised eyebrows: "Executive member Jiang, tell me the origin of this bronze mirror."
"Hehe, hehe." Jiang Xin faked a smile: "An ordinary bronze mirror, I don't know where this maid bought it from."
Nangong Baiye tilted his head and laughed, then turned around and grabbed Jiang Xin's collar. There was a fierceness on his pretty little face that he had never seen before: "It seems that I have treated Jiang Xin before."
You are too gentle, Member Jiang, and let me tell you, if you continue like this without saying anything, maybe you will be the next person to die!"
"You!" Jiang Xin trembled with his fingers, his face turning green with anger.
Nangong Baiye smiled and patted his face gently with his free hand. His posture was like that of a gangster from the underworld: "Executive member Jiang, please take care of yourself...Xiao Meow, let's go."
"Yes!" The little man followed with a hehe, not forgetting to pull Hei Si up before running away.
Qu Luo was dumbfounded. This was the first time he saw a woman who was more ruthless than himself.
Murong Changfeng frowned. He didn't understand how a person could change so much.
In the past, Nangong Baiye would never have acted like this little gangster...
No matter what, Jiang Yuan finally calmed down, which means that this death notice... is invalid!
late at night.
Nangong Baiye was leaning on the soft couch of the inn, holding the piece of money paper in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
Beiming Liancheng was sitting next to her. He took off his brocade coat, leaving only a black robe. The robe was embroidered with ancient patterns, and the cuffs were designed in a British style.
He untied his robe, then propped up his face and half leaned on the wooden couch.
Although he could have taken off his robe directly, the elegance of the ancients did not allow him to do so. He played with the jade on his finger carelessly.
It was as if everything that happened today had nothing to do with him.
As soon as Nangong Baiye put down the Ming Coin, he saw such a face so close to him.
He squinted his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were long and thick, and he cast a shallow shadow under his eyelids.
There is an indescribable feeling in his lazy posture.
There is elegance in the arrogance, and he looks friendly, but in fact he is not easy to get close to.
It is obviously extremely powerful, but at this moment it looks extremely fragile and can be broken in a pinch.
But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing in those extremely deep eyes, and no light could get in, as if the dark night could easily suck people in.
Evil, dangerous, indestructible!
Two people, one leaning on the inside of the wooden couch, the other leaning on the outside of the wooden couch, face to face, indescribably ambiguous and intimate...
The man's good-smelling sandalwood lingers on the tip of the nose, with an irresistible sense of aggression.
Nangong Baiye smiled and rolled his eyes: "Senior brother, don't you think it's too crowded for two people to sleep on a wooden couch?"
"If you don't want to sleep with me, just pay an extra 100 taels of silver to get a room with a high-end apartment." Beiming Liancheng's branch leader looked at her, his tone was lazy and as indifferent as ice...
This sentence simply hit Nangong Baiye's weakness. Who doesn't know that she loves money as much as her life?
One hundred taels of silver... In the whole world, only her fellow germophobe would be interested in such a deceptive guest room!
"Brother, you should go back to the palace to sleep. It's clean and not crowded there." Your consumption concept is too disruptive to the market among the public!
Hearing this, Beiming Liancheng's thin lips raised: "It seems that Junior Sister has my best interests at heart."
"When we were going down the mountain, the master told us that we should be in love with our senior brother." Nangong Baiye lied without blushing and his heart skipped a beat: "As a junior sister, of course you should think more about your senior brother. Only the luxury and luxury in the palace can make your senior brother sleep comfortably.
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"Yeah." Beiming Liancheng responded, looking very useful, as if he was really thinking about whether to go back to the palace to sleep.
"Heh." He suddenly laughed again, placed his big palm on her waist, and tightened his grip: "Since junior sister cares about me so much, senior brother should stay here to protect you."
Do I need your protection? Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes, put the big palm on his waist, and felt the cold air...
Just at this time!
There was a creak.
The door opened.
Nangong Xiaomiao's little body lay on the ground. She was stunned for a moment, then covered her eyes and declared in a loud voice: "I didn't see anything, Xiaomiao didn't see anything!"
"Okay, stop pretending." Nangong Baiye turned around and walked down from the couch: "How long have you and Hei Si been eavesdropping outside?"
Nangong Xiaomiao shook her head and said with big eyes: "Mom, what are you talking about? I obviously just came in."
"Sure, don't tell me, right?" Nangong Baiye pointed at him, then reached out and grabbed Hei Si's back collar.
The young master of the Hei family still has an expressionless face.
Nangong Xiaomiao was anxious: "Mom, please let go of my Hei Xiaosi."
"Why are you so anxious?" Nangong Baiye looked amused.
Nangong Xiaomiao curled up her little mouth: "Hei Xiaosi, a simple and honest person, will definitely not be able to fight you. Xiaomiao just tell me honestly. Xiaosi and I are really not here to eavesdrop. Someone is looking for you downstairs. Xiaomiao
Meow heard you and uncle chatting happily, so I didn’t interrupt you."
"Then do I still want to thank you, son." Nangong Baiye held the little man in his arms and ravaged him back and forth.
Nangong Xiaomiao chuckled, looking very happy: "You're welcome, which one of us will follow the other?"
"You kid is getting better and better, and you don't know who to follow." Nangong Baiye touched his nose with his: "By the way, who is looking for me?"
Nangong Xiaomiao smiled with a row of small, shiny teeth: "Your ex-husband!"
On the couch, the man's hand paused, the black jade finger ring glowed with cold light, and the reflection in the narrow eyes swayed slightly...