Today, Nangong Xiaomiao is already the little leader of the demon world.
There are specialized people to teach him.
They will have a naturally sharp intuition when dealing with their dark counterparts.
This person looks very much like the God of Death that my father mentioned.
What they like most is to hold a black notebook, flip through it from time to time, and then fly to the scene of the accident, harvest the souls of the dead, and lead them to hell.
They also have another name: black and white impermanence.
All in all, it's a bad sign.
Why would a guy who could cause death whenever he appears work with his godmother as a cook?
Could it be...
Nangong Xiaomiao came up with a small face and glanced at the Demon Girl, her big eyes filled with amber light.
The devil girl rubbed his head, fed the child some pie, and heard someone looking for her.
There is no choice but to leave the child here alone. Fortunately, there is Eunuch Tu.
But who would have known that Nangong Xiaomiao's first words after she left were: "Tutu, you go first, I have something to talk to this uncle alone."
Eunuch Tu knew the rules, so he said yes and waited outside with his hands folded, not opening the door for anyone to come.
Nangong Xiaomeia clapped her two short legs and walked up to the cook who was carving eggplant patterns. She looked at him with her big round eyes.
stare……
The cook remained calm, his cold eyes could not hold anything else except the eggplant in front of him. He stretched out his hand to push up his gold-rimmed glasses. His angular profile looked handsome and indifferent.
Nangong Xiaomiao bit her thumb, and after looking at it for a long time... unexpectedly, she just opened the door and left!
A deep light flashed through the cook's deep eyes, and he put the eggplant on his hand aside...
Outside the house, Eunuch Tu greeted him with a gossipy face: "Your Majesty, how are you? What were you talking about?"
Nangong Xiaomiao looked at the sky for a while, kicked the stones under her feet, and looked at the ground for a while.
Eunuch Tu said to himself, his master is thinking, look at how serious he looks!
"Hei Xiaosina?" Nangong Xiaomiao turned her head.
Eunuch Tu groaned and muttered what the master was doing with Master Si. Didn't the two of them just have an argument?
"No, I have to ask him to help me beat someone up." Nangong Xiaomiao said crisply as she walked: "I am not suitable for being aggressive."
Eunuch Tu:......
Co-author You have just been thinking about this for a long time!
So according to you, Master Si is a very aggressive person?
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No matter what.
Eunuch Tu still took his young master's hand and went to the Hei family.
The little bald heads of the Hei family have all known Xiaomei for a long time. From a distance, they saw a little person wrapped in a ball and being surrounded by people walking towards him. That look was really precious.
Nangong Xiaomiao was familiar with everyone in the Hei family, so she turned left and right and arrived at the courtyard where Hei Si lived.
When the door was opened, the room was very quiet. There was only one scholar in white in the whole room who was serving Hei Si.
When he saw Nangong Xiaomiao, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.
Nangong Xiaosi meowed for a while and said in a milky voice: "Isn't Hei Xiaosi back yet?"
"Your Majesty, the young master has returned and is resting now." The scholar in white was very polite and even wore well-made white gloves on his hands.
Nangong Xiaomiao leaned forward and took a look inside the screen.
Sure enough, Hei Si in a robe was lying on the big bed.
He didn't look very tired, he just fell asleep. His thick dark eyelashes fell on his resolute face, and he had the same temperament as a young man.
Nangong Xiaomiao walked over in a muffled voice and gently pinched the paralyzed face with her little hands.
Hei Si opened his eyes, and almost subconsciously, he hugged the little man who was a head shorter than himself and kissed his forehead. His voice was still rustling, as if he had just woken up: "Have you eaten at noon?
"
"Yes, I ate pie at my godmother's place." Nangong Xiaomiao stretched out her little paws and began to pull at the Liu Hai on her forehead.
Hei Si lowered his head and kissed him again...
The scholar in white paused for a moment and said nothing more.
But Eunuch Tu was a little surprised.
Are the two people reconciled?
He looked at the cold and calm young master who said nothing in front of others, and couldn't help but sigh, he is still a child after all, he likes to quarrel, and the speed of reconciliation is unexpected...
Nangong Xiaomiao stretched out her hand and put her little arm on Hei Si's shoulder, and started biting her ear: "Hei Xiaosi, I met someone who is even more paralyzed than you."
Hei Si:……
"He has something in his hand. I want to take it and take a look." Nangong Xiaomiao's voice became lower and lower.
Hei Si expressionlessly took the handkerchief and wiped the little man's palm: "What is it?"
"A black notepad." Nangong Xiaomiao licked her fangs, and a faint blood filled her eyes.
It was obvious that the scholar in white had heard their conversation. The tea set in his hand moved. Before he could react, Hei Si's voice responded calmly: "Okay."
The scholar in white frowned and took another look in the direction of Hei Si. If he guessed correctly, the black notebook was probably the death record in the hands of the God of Death. If he did it now, his identity would be discovered.
manage……
As if he noticed the gaze of the scholar in white, Hei Si raised his eyes with a cold expression and a strong sense of majesty.
The scholar in white lowered his head, his respectful posture clearly visible.
Hei Si looked away from him and reached out to touch Nangong Xiaomiao's white fangs. His expression was so soft that even his facial features warmed up.
Mr. Hei crossed his legs and squatted at the door. He thought he had successfully disguised himself and sighed deeply. He finally got over it. If the trouble continues, those trees in Hei's backyard will be destroyed by him.
How many roots did that boy break!
You naughty kid, I don’t know who to follow!
"master……"
"what?"
"That pile of grass on your head can't really cover up your huge body."
"Nonsense! The brat didn't notice me!"
"It's not that the young master didn't notice you, it's because he is too lazy to care about you." The black butler said sadly: "When the young master was talking to the emperor just now, I don't know how many times the young master rolled his eyes at you."
Click...
Mr. Hei said that his strong man's glass heart was completely broken...
At night, there was a vast white mist, and large flakes of snow fell down, hitting the brightly lit roofs.
Probably because the bad breath that had been stuck in her throat all year round was released, the Demon Girl actually had the illusion of being tired.
She sat in the rocking chair and didn't even want to raise her hands.
A maid came over and said Qu Luo was here.
She was too lazy to move and turned over: "Tell Mr. Luo that I'm not here."
However, before the maid could go out, that man walked in. He had long legs and a fur cloak. He was unexpectedly dressed in expensive black. He was dressed like a noble prince from a painting. He had a different coldness and detachment.
If you get any closer, you can smell the lingering smell of ice and snow on his body.
"Aren't you here?" He looked at her condescendingly, full of the mellow aroma of wine, but also indifferent, and there was an indescribable chill in his smile.
I thought he would be angry, so the Demon Lady didn't say anything.
Who could have expected that the person who was as cold as an ice sculpture one moment would bend down and hold her in his arms the next second. His deep and pleasant voice did not change the evil spirit, but seemed to bring an imperceptible loneliness: "
You are avoiding me."
The maid who stood aside and watched was dumbfounded. She opened her mouth in shock, with a look of disbelief on her face.
Anyone who has stayed in the land of fireworks for a long time knows that although Mr. Luo has a good reputation, he has never really met anyone. He usually calls a girl and drinks and eats there alone. Even if he really asks for a room,
He would probably stay there until midnight at most.
It's not like no one has truly promised him.
Jiangnan Ruo Wushuang was extremely talented and charming, and he believed in his aristocracy, but he could only tolerate the young master of the Qu family.
The woman chased him for a whole round of time without even getting a hug from him.
Finally, I had to let go.
Ruo Wushuang said: "Qu Luo looks tender but is actually ruthless. He doesn't give anyone a chance to get close to him..."
Maybe Ruo Wushuang was wrong... The maid placed her eyes on Qu Luo's quiet back and scratched the back of her head. He clearly allowed Nanny to approach him, and that's not all!
Luo, Master Luo even took the initiative to hug her grandma... Take the initiative!
The maid seemed to have caught something suddenly and gasped.
The person in Grandma's room that day couldn't be... Mr. Luo, right?
How is this possible?!
Luo Shao obviously looked down on her grandma. Every time she saw her going to the hall to toast, her smiling face would become cold.
Mammy didn't treat him very specially, she smiled and talked but there was a sense of alienation everywhere.
Everyone knows that these two people are basically at odds with each other, and they don't agree with each other. Sometimes the atmosphere will be heated to a freezing point, and they will disagree even when discussing one thing.
Who could have imagined that the two of them had... such a relationship!
The maid's eyes opened wider and wider, and she couldn't even hold the teapot in her hand.
When the demon girl heard the noise, she glanced in her direction lightly, without explaining, she just smiled and said, "You can go out first."
"Ah? Yes!" The maid put down the teapot with a bang and walked out of the room as if she had seen a ghost.
No, she must tell everyone this extra-large secret.
etc……
Wouldn't this be bad for grandma?
However, scratching the wall, I feel that Grandma and Mr. Luo are a good match for some reason. What a shame!
The demon girl looked at the little maid with a hairy face outside the door, running back and forth, with obvious softness in her eyes.
She stood up from Qu Luo's arms. She was so tired that she even spoke lazily: "No, I'm just sleepy and don't want to go down. Who do you want to pick? Tell the steward outside that I want to sleep."
Already."
The devil girl is really sleepy. She is like a candle that burned too fast. It has finally burned to the end. She has been too passionate, too stubborn, too unyielding, too giving in, too compromised. In the end, she has to return to dust.
earth……
Qu Luo's hand around her froze, a bit angry: "Who do you think I can point?"
At this time, someone came outside looking for him, looking very anxious.
The demon girl was confused when she heard this.
Qu Luo frowned, pushed the door open and walked out. He could faintly hear that the boy who was called outside was from the Wei Mansion...
When the demon girl heard this, she closed her eyes and really fell asleep.
When she woke up again, she was alone again in the huge room.
The lights were gone, probably blown out by Qu Luo before he left, and there was a note on the table.
The demon girl didn't read what was written on the note.
The emptiness in her heart almost swallowed her whole body.
Without thinking about anything, she put on a bright red fur robe and walked into the snow that was flying all over the sky, leaving footprints one after another.
Her long chestnut-black hair fluttered in the night fog with the north wind. She walked very steadily, with an upright posture, and her long, wide sleeves fluttered, making her look like a queen walking in the darkness.
That picture is extremely beautiful.
The fireworks approaching the New Year's Eve set off huge sparks behind her, blooming little by little, and then fading little by little.
She stood with backlight, a thin glow reflected in her black eyes.
The Demon's Courtyard is very beautifully decorated.
The Demon Lady spent half of her money to repair the Demon's old house, how could it not be beautiful?
It's just that the yard is too big, which makes it seem a little lonely.
The demon girl was sitting outside the window, holding the heater handed over by the old slave in her hand. There was a thick fur blanket under her legs. She didn't feel cold, but made people feel extra warm.
She rubbed the comfortable blanket and leaned back, her skirt spread on the snow, looking more stunning than ever.
I wonder if people have an intuition before they die.
This is probably what the devil girl is like. She never said anything about her sadness and loneliness, just like she never told anyone that four years of prison life not only depleted all her youth, but also damaged her health.
go.
For so many years, she has lived by one obsession.
But later, her maid who was a sister betrayed her for a man.
Uncle Liao, the only one who loved her, is no longer in this world.
The Demon Family, which she used all her strength to support, would actually never return to its original heyday as early as that year.
To reach this point, one can be considered extremely extravagant and enjoy all the splendor.
Maybe she had some shortcomings.
Every time I turn off the light, I lose all my strength.
What she wants most is some simple feelings.
But in the end no.
It won't happen again.
Fortunately, she can make money, and this Yedie family can also be left as a gift to Xiaomiao. Even if he doesn't become emperor, he will still be as rich as the country.
It's hard to tell now, but it will be hard to tell later.
With the Hei family seizing power, what she couldn't bear to see the most was that Xiaomiao would become a puppet emperor in the future.
However, Hei Si has always been upright and should not harm Xiao Meow...
The demon girl smiled, looked at the snowflakes falling on her face, and raised her thin lips slightly.
She also remembered that when she was very young, her grandfather was holding a cane and blowing his beard and staring at her.
turn out to be.
She never forgot.
Even if there are no more relatives of hers in this world.
She is longing for it too.
Eager to be discovered, eager for someone to take the initiative to come to her and give her a hug...