The richer and more powerful a person is, the more they care about their own image, even in their speech, and they like to talk in circles.
Just why bother.
The demon girl smiled, slightly mockingly.
She didn't do it for a long time. She turned around and looked at the maid who had been looking at her like a thief. She said in a calm voice: "Tell Mrs. Qu that I have no interest in you, Mr. Qu. She can rest assured."
After finishing her words, she stood up and left the pavilion without waiting for anyone's reaction.
She didn't walk very fast, and she straightened her waist every time she took a step.
I didn’t deliberately think about the walking posture and expression I should use.
Everything has become natural.
Her smile was standard, her pupils were black and pure, and she was not sad. Even when she returned to the Demon's house, everything was business as usual. She didn't want people to see her vulnerability.
She was also like this during those years when the Demon family lost power.
The mood I felt at that time, because it had been a long time ago, still feels a little vague and unreal, as if my whole person has been hollowed out, and my heart is empty and has no place to settle.
During that time when everyone didn't believe her and she held on to that little bit of persistence like masochism and refused to let go, no one could save her except herself...
Nothing.
Falling from the top to the bottom is nothing more than this...
I thought everything was over.
The demon girl didn't know why Qu Luo came over again.
He looked at her with an evil smile and hugged her from behind. The strong aroma of wine was mixed with the faint smell of rouge and gouache: "I've been so boring these days."
"Really?" The demon girl did not push him away, and sat on the wooden chair. Her whole body was hidden in the darkness, only her eyes appeared, with extremely dark pupils.
She smiled: "I thought you had a great time."
"Drinking a lot of wine every day, what's the point of being happy?" Qu Luo curled his thin lips, seeming to enjoy the intimacy very much, even his tone had a hint of coquettishness.
The devil girl's eyes were a little dark: "Little Douding, you are only interested in me back then."
Qu Luo was stunned for a moment, his usually charming and handsome face looked a little panicked.
The demon girl looked at him, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up. Maybe it couldn't be called a smile, because his eyes were cold.
"Actually, you defeated me a long time ago." Her voice was calm and her eyes were calm without any waves: "Do you still remember that we played archery together when we were children? If you weren't smaller and stronger than me at that time,
You must be able to shoot further than me. Even my husband said that your speed and accuracy are the highest. It’s just the age gap that only shows up. Now, you have grown up before, no matter the intersection ability
They are still much better than me in people and life. So, that’s it for now. I’ve thought about it, but I still feel that we are not suitable for each other..."
Qu Luo looked at her and felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and his fingers were a little stiff: "We have just started..."
The demon girl glanced at him and took his hands away from her waist: "It's over."
"Oh, it's over?" Qu Luo's mouth curved, and a coldness appeared in his eyes: "It's not that it's over, it's that you never thought about starting with me."
The demon girl was silent for a while, as if she didn't hear his question, then turned around and opened the door, her intention to see the guest off was obvious.
Such a calm attitude.
It seemed like she never cared about this relationship.
Such a natural attitude cut off the relationship between them without hesitation...
Qu Luo suddenly smiled, with an indescribable evil charm: "We didn't have enough fun, so Sister Mo shouted to stop."
His tone was very gorgeous, with the tail note rising slightly, but it was so cold that no warmth could be heard: "Is it because of that person? Sister Mo, sometimes you are really not smart enough, even if he gives you
I can’t bear to throw away all my stuff, haha, it’s so stupid that it’s touching.”
The demon girl didn't speak, and her fingers began to slowly close unconsciously. The cold feeling invaded her bones bit by bit, gradually spreading from her fingers to her limbs and bones, and reaching the bottom of her heart.
Qu Luo smiled more and more, the chill in his eyes deepened, he leaned forward, even his breath was cold and alcoholic: "Did I tell you right?"
"Whatever you think, I just want to tell you that there is no need to waste time on me, just like what you said is just for fun." As soon as the demon girl stretched out her hand to push him away, he grabbed her wrist and gave it a shove.
Drag it back.
The breath smelling of gunpowder seeped in from the thin lips, with cold cruelty, as if it was going to tear her whole body into pieces, without any tenderness, as if she was venting something, the tip of her tongue was hooked
On the tip of the tongue, you can even hear the sound of kissing.
The demon girl raised her hand to shake him off, but he pressed her wrist against the wall. With such force, there was no way she could escape.
There was no other way, so the demon girl could only use force on her mouth and bite down hard with her teeth.
The bloody smell of rust spread from his mouth.
The strength against the tip of the tongue is gone.
He looked down at her, the heat in his eyes quickly retreated, and he became completely cold. There was a smile on his face, but the coldness radiated from his bones.
You can vaguely hear his sneer, his low tone with a slight hint of depression.
He just slammed the door and walked out and never came back.
It seems that to him, this is really just a game. Once the game is over, the two parties are just passers-by with no relationship. With a casual wave of their hands, everything in the past can disappear.
The demon girl sat back on the wooden chair, looked down at the amulet around her neck, then reached out her hand, grabbed it and threw it out the window.
The jadeite shattered at the sound. The demon girl looked at the jade pieces, covered her eyes with her hands, fell back on the wooden chair, and slept for the whole day...
The relationship is gone, life has to go on.
The devil girl still had to carry the paintings to sell them the next day. When it was almost dusk, she saw Qu Luo again.
But this time, there were more people, and the vast group of people were all young masters and ladies in the circle.
The daughter named Wei was also there. Both of them were wearing bright red clothes, walking towards Qian like stars over the moon, talking and laughing.
As if they didn't see the Demon Girl, they just passed by...
On the other hand, the young men following Qu Luo were smiling with a different meaning.
The demon girl didn't care about them, and stretched out her hand to wrap up the painting, without any emotion on her face.
After a while, a group of people suddenly came, holding wooden sticks in their hands and looking fierce. They stretched out their hands and smashed the demon girl's painting stall to pieces.
The Chinese young man standing under the shade of the tree had been seen by Mo Niang before. He looked at her lazily and sneered: "If it weren't for Mr. Luo, how long do you think your stall can last?"