When the young master who took the lead turned around, he saw that Qu Luo had just finished eating, holding a teacup in his hand and looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Master Luo!" Master Ninth's eyes lit up and he ran away.
Qu Luo looked at him with a smile for a while, then kicked him hard!
That force... the kick made Master Ninth unable to stand firmly on the spot. He was dripping with cold sweat, but he did not dare to make a sound.
Qu Luo's smile did not diminish at all: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!" Master Ninth shook his head vigorously, and the corners of his mouth even cracked.
Others may not know what Qu Luo is like, but Hong Jiu, who has been by Qu Luo's side all year round, is well aware of this person's methods.
Although he is lazy and bohemian all day long, he looks like a dandy.
That's because you haven't touched his reverse scale. If you had, he could kill you by playing with it!
Otherwise, how could he hold the entire Qu family in his hands?
A person is not afraid of his ability.
What scares him most is that he has abilities and others can't see it.
His father only met Luo Shao once and warned him countless times that Qu Luo was not a simple person and should not be messed with.
They all come from the same circle. The young men of Sijiucheng, even if they don't have official positions, have been hanging out together since childhood.
Qu Luo can surrender without leaving any trace, and no one wants to have trouble with him. This has almost become a rule in the entire circle...
"Don't do these things in the future, they are all boring." Qu Luo helped him up and handed him the tea in his hand: "The emperor just gave it to my brother, take it and taste it."
The two brothers' cute smiles made people wonder if the person who kicked him just now was him.
"What? Are you angry with your brother?" Qu Luo tilted his head with a half-smile.
Hong Jiu immediately brought the tea cup over and drank the tea. Not to mention, it tasted really good.
Qu Luo patted his shoulder, obviously using his strength.
Hong Jiu's back suddenly stiffened, and he knew that Master Luo was warning him.
Sometimes, Hong Jiu really couldn't figure out what Master Luo was thinking. He could only vaguely guess that he couldn't do the same thing again next time, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as kicking him.
Those young masters were so frightened that they did whatever they were supposed to do when Qu Luo made a move.
Under the shade of the tree, only the demon girl was left. She sat there quietly eating noodles. She ate very focused and slowly.
Qu Luo thought she was sad.
Actually she didn't.
She just wanted to avoid wasting food.
After eating, bask in the sun to warm yourself up.
The demon girl drank the soup and started to clean it up. She picked up the bowl and chopsticks and squatted by the pool, washing the porcelain bowl. The sun was shining brightly on her body, and she could only vaguely see the bite wound.
Qu Luo walked out. The boy was obviously worried that he would be exposed to the sun, so he quickly came out with an umbrella and said:
"Master, the sun is too strong today. Let's go back to the house. What should you do if you get a heatstroke?"
Qu Luo paused and did not speak.
The witch finished washing the dishes and walked past him.
He only saw her straight back and one thin wrist swinging. The mark on the wrist was obvious, and her right foot seemed a little...awkward.
Such awkwardness made Qu Luo almost doubt whether the person in front of him was still the woman riding on the war horse who made him his enemy.
Yes, he had always regarded her as his enemy before.
She is three years older than him.
A good shot.
He would never forget the way she drew the bow, leaning sideways, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth, like fire, burning the thirteen-year-old man to the point of bursting with anger.
But she never even looked at him, she just regarded him as a child.
At that time, he was already very good at controlling his emotions, and his uninhibited behavior gave his father a headache.
In fact, he thought that sooner or later, he would defeat this person. Only when he thought that that day would come,
His hands would tremble uncontrollably.
Qu Luo told himself, don't worry, you will grow up in a few years, and you will grow up in a few years.
But a few years later, the Demon Family was defeated.
He couldn't tell what his state of mind was at that time. He was not in the capital, so he trapped himself in a tent and sat there blankly for a day...
Now, he has finally grown up.
But she changed.
Changed beyond recognition.
He has never done things cleanly, and he also knows that a place like a dungeon is a place where people can be reborn.
It was only when he saw her that he realized that the dungeon could not only reshape you, it could smooth away all your brilliance and peel off a layer of your skin!
Qu Luo raised his head and glanced in the direction where the Demon Lady had left. She slightly bent her right foot and seemed to have some difficulty walking up the steps. She could only move forward by hunching her back.
Something, something invisible, weighed heavily on her shoulders.
It made her even bend her normally straight back...
"Young Master..." The young man next to him was so anxious that he was jumping up and down. Not to mention that the young masters couldn't bear the sun, he was always by Qu Luo's side, being held up by others everywhere, and he really couldn't stand such exposure.
.
Qu Luo looked back and glanced at him lightly: "Go back."
"Hey, hey!" The boy nodded and bent down and took Qu Luo back, sweating profusely from the heat, muttering to himself that that strange old woman from the Mo family was not afraid of the heat, standing under such a sun.
, there must be something wrong with it.
There was something really wrong with the Demon Lady. The coldness that shot up on her lower abdomen made her frown, and her palms pressed there, causing pain.
She had been avoiding cold and damp these days, and a basin of ice water completely made her efforts in vain.
The demon girl bent down, her eyes dizzy under the sunlight, so she simply sat down in the warmest place.
The ground had been scorching hot from the sun for a long time, and I didn't feel comfortable sitting on it.
After a while, I felt comfortable.
She supported the ground, put her warmed hands on her lower abdomen, and then rubbed it slowly, waiting for the dull pain to pass.
One wait is as long as one stick of incense.
She wanted to sleep a little bit. She felt that her life now was so wonderful.
In the warm sunshine, no one disturbed her, so she could sleep peacefully. Although her lower abdomen hurt, it was not to the point of making people restless.
She heard someone calling her "girl."
There is also a deep laughter, which is hearty and confident: "Bring me my crutches, you are not good again. When you were a child, you were more sensible and knew how to accompany your grandfather. How come when you are older, you only know how to visit Nangong?"
That kid at home doesn’t play with his grandfather anymore…”
The demon girl slowly opened her eyes. When the scorching sun shone into her eyes, it stung so much that she could hardly bear the pain in her throat...
A message to readers: I feel that I am not abusing my demon mother, I am abusing myself, wuwuwu. (Everyone: Get out! You are clearly torturing us, you scumbag stepmother! Wei: I knew you would.