"The smartest young man in Sijiu City." Old Zhao laughed and turned slightly, leaving the gap for the figure behind...
That handsome face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling flashed a hint of depth when it saw the Demon Girl.
The demon girl also paused, then laughed: "Long time no see."
"Indeed." Qu Luo curled his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He just leaned lazily against the wooden door and looked at Demon Girl evilly: "Sister Demon's business is getting bigger and bigger, and she doesn't even have time to meet people.
No, it’s been a month, right? Even the store has changed.”
Old Zhao raised his eyebrows wildly: "Do you know each other?"
"An old acquaintance when I was young." The Demon Lady spoke calmly, and when she raised her hand, a section of her white wrist was exposed.
Qu Luo looked at her, the smile at the corners of his mouth getting thicker and thicker, a bit deliberate.
Lao Zhao did not notice the turmoil between the two people. He just felt that the two children he was writing letters to actually knew each other. This fact in itself made him feel very happy.
"Let's go and have a drink together! It's all fate, it won't work if we don't have a drink!" Lao Zhao patted Qu Luo on the shoulder, obviously very interested.
The Demon Lady didn't bother him. After all, they were old friends and her big brother. He had helped her a lot in the past month in the capital, so she turned around and ordered the maid to reserve the best private room and call her
Got some girls.
Now she is getting better and better at doing this kind of thing, unlike at the beginning when she couldn't let go.
All the people who used to be with him are gone, whether it is the maid who followed him or Uncle Liao who has passed away long ago, time never stops and it will always take away many things in a short time.
People will become more and more tactful.
The demon girl didn't know whether this was right or wrong, at least she redeemed the demon family.
Unexpectedly, I entered the world of mortals in order to cure Uncle Liao's illness, but in the end I didn't really want to leave.
The demon girl took two white jade wine cups, poured wine in, and pushed Lao Zhao and Qu Luo away.
Qu Luo didn't look at the glass of wine. The girl sitting next to him said coquettishly to him: "Young Master Luo, you won't show up for some time."
"I've been busy lately." Qu Luo tilted his angular face and leaned back lazily, with his collar half pulled, smiling evilly, and playing with the delicate cigarette case in his palm with his slender fingers.
sound.
The girl exclaimed: "What are you busy with? I don't even come out to play."
Qu Luo didn't say anything. He looked at the enchanting demon girl in red with his narrow eyes and suddenly laughed: "I'm busy looking for someone."
The more the girl looked at it, the more puzzled she became. She leaned over and said, "Master Luo, what are you laughing at? Why don't you tell me so that I can be happy along with you?"
Qu Luo's voice was low: "It's nothing, I just met someone I've been looking for for a long time."
"Hey? Who is that person!?" The girl narrowed her eyes, with a hint of hostility. I haven't heard that Mr. Luo is very close to any young lady recently? Is he someone from their mortal world?
Qu Luo curled his thin lips and breathed softly: "Secret..."
The girl is also sensible. Seeing that Qu Luo didn't want to talk, she didn't ask any more questions. She didn't know if she was overthinking it. She always felt that Mr. Luo's eyes were only looking at their grandma from the moment he came in...
But Old Zhao laughed, took the wine glass pushed over by the Demon Lady and drank it in one gulp, his movements very refreshing: "Young Master Luo is good, isn't he?"
"Yes." The demon girl curled her lips and nodded, looking at Qu Luo who was surrounded by girls. The man was as handsome as before. Wherever he went, he was surrounded by stars. Some people seemed to be born with such charm, even if they were just casual.
You can be very dazzling just standing in the crowd.
Lao Zhao touched his head: "You said you were old acquaintances in childhood? How did you meet in the first place?"
The demon girl grinned and did not answer his question. She only smiled and said, "Try this pot of wine again. It's very strong in your mouth."
Lao Zhao has never been a careful person. If he had been more careful, he would still not have noticed the ambiguous and tit-for-tat atmosphere between Mo Niang and Qu Luo...
However, in the private room of the bamboo house, the light was relatively dim, and no one paid any attention to it.
Several girls looked at Qu Luo shyly, wanting to say a word or two.
In ancient times, poetry and songs were important. At such times, one would drink wine, play the piano, and write a few words. This was basically the case unless one spent the night in a brothel.
Qu Luo took the brush and drew two strokes at random. The lines were like running water and there was a chill in them. Even Lao Zhao, who didn't understand literati, could see that the writing was extremely beautiful.
What's more, those top names who claim to be extremely talented all have admiration on their faces: "Young Master Luo really writes like a human being. Such words can be sold at a good price."
"My words are nothing." Mr. Luo laughed evilly, suddenly pulled the Demon Girl over, and then pushed forward, his breath passing by her ears as if there was no breath: "You mommies,
Her handwriting is beautiful. Strictly speaking, she taught me my handwriting."
Suddenly the topic was brought to herself, and the smell behind her ears was so obvious that the demon girl had no choice but to put down her wine glass and looked at the girls opposite and smiled, which was very harmless.
"Mommy, can you write?" These people were the top names left by the Demon Niang in the Jiangnan area before she returned to the capital. They had only been in the capital for a few days, and they didn't know the origin between Qu Luo and the Demon Niang.
In their impression, Grandma was a very heavy drinker. She used to stop drinking for Yan'er and the others. Even when she spoke and did things, she had a strong aura of prostitution. Who could have imagined that she could grind and write a pen.
"Not only can she write, she can also kill." Qu Luo raised his lips and smiled, full of charm.
The girls said "Ah?!"
The demon girl stretched her body, avoiding the heat behind her, smiled softly, and said in a nonchalant tone: "You scared these girls."
"Huh?" Qu Luo raised a nice eyebrow, and his deep eyes seemed to be electric, and he glanced at the girls: "You think it's scary?"
One of the girls covered her lips and laughed, as shy as Xiaojiabiyu: "Young Master Luo will make fun of us and tell us jokes here."
"What a bad guy!" A girl immediately echoed, holding a small fan and shaking it so charmingly: "But Mr. Luo, I heard that you are getting married?"
When Lao Zhao heard this, he was somewhat surprised: "Are you getting married?"
The quiet private room started to get noisy, and they were all asking the same question.
The demon girl put down the tea cup in her hand and glanced outside the bamboo house, looking a little careless.
Old Zhao continued: "Isn't it Nangong Yuan who is going to hold a happy event?"
"I'm going outside." The Demon Lady stood up with a slight smile and interrupted Lao Zhao's words invisibly.
In an instant, Qu Luo's eyes on her face condensed into a dazzling cold light...