Xiao Milk Bao was about to say something, when suddenly, he heard movement from outside the box door.

Qian Su carried the hem of her skirt and ran to the door.

Lu Ci saw the little milk bag open the door, he turned his head sideways and said something to the guards beside him.

Moment.

The guard pushed Lu Ci's wheelchair and walked behind the little milk bag.

The little milk bag ran out of the box, her snow-white and flawless fingers on the handrail of the stairs, and her eyes looked at the girl in red clothes with arrogant eyebrows.

The girl held the whip in her hand, she raised her head keenly, and saw the face of the little milk bag on the third floor, and her eyes instantly showed murderous aura.

The little milk bag pulled out the toffee in the pocket of the pink skirt and clothes.

A pair of soft little hands, tearing open the paper wrapped in sugar, lowered his head, and his pink lips opened slightly, biting a small piece of toffee.

Qian Su raised her head and looked at the girl with clean and innocent eyes.

The little milk cheeks are bulging, like a little hamster, cute and cute.

The girl walked up the steps quickly, flicked her long whip fiercely, and looked at the candy in the little milk bag's hand.

"Qianshu, is this the candy that my brother gave you!"

After saying that, the girl gritted her teeth and tightened her fingers holding the whip.

The little milk bag wrinkled her nose, and when she saw Qianyue's expression, her soft and white fingers silently closed the candy wrapper without saying a word.

Qianyue couldn't hold back her temper, raised her long whip, and slapped the little milk bag with a cruel gaze.

The little milk bag sighed, hugged the beaten arm with her left hand, sniffed with red eyes, and the sleeves of her pink dress gradually oozed bright red blood.

Lu Ci was reading the script, but when he heard the sound of a whip beating someone, he subconsciously raised his head.

,!

He's going to die, he's done!

Qianming is a brain, if Qianming knew that he didn't take good care of the little girl, he and Qianming would work together to bring down the national teacher, and his two legs might not be saved.

The more he thought about it, the more sad Lu Ci felt in his heart.

The maiden's whip was dyed blood-red.

In the air, there was a smell of blood.

Qianyue looked at the small milk bag that fell to the ground, and her eyes were very similar to Qianming, flashing with excitement that could not be concealed.

The little milk bag made a painful sound, a lot of fine sweat broke out in the palms of the hands with skin like condensation, and the white and soft little hands hugged their injured arms, and the apricot eyes crossed a touch of coldness.

The guard behind Lu Ci spoke up: "Master, if you continue like this, the sister of the prince will die." ”

Lu Cizheng was immersed in his own grief and couldn't extricate himself, and he didn't hear the guard's words at all.

Chizuki slapped the little milk bag more and more fiercely, and the little milk bag rolled back and forth, dodging the whip.

With a "snap", the goat's milk fell to the ground.

Qian Ming saw the little milk bag, as if he was about to die at any time, and directly took out a dagger in his boots, and without any thought, he inserted it into the girl's body with a gloomy expression.

The place where the girl was stabbed in the back hurt violently.

The little milk bag's eyelashes were dyed with wet tears, and the moment she saw Qianming appear, the eyes that were about to lose their brightness, in an instant, were shining, as if she had seen the god she believed in.

Qianming's emotions suddenly became more intense, he reached out and pulled out the dagger on Qianyue's body, threw it on the ground, and tried to suppress his emotions, he raised his legs, strode to the eyes of the little milk bag, and bent down to squat.

"Don't be afraid, it's my brother who is here."

The little milk bag stretched out two soft little hands, endured the pain on her arms, and grabbed Qianming's slender and beautiful fingers.

The corners of the little milk bag are slightly upturned, and a pair of apricot eyes are still clear and clean.

"Brother, the crispy is actually not as painful as it seems." The voice is still glutinous, as if it has never been whipped.

Qian Ming raised his hands that were like peeling the roots of the shallots, and cautiously, gently picked up the body of the little milk bag.

The little milk bag closed her eyes, and there was no blood on her face.

Qian Ming pursed her red lips tightly, turned her face, and her usually cold and indifferent eyes looked at Lu Ci and the girl with a gloomy gaze at the moment.

The girl sat on the ground, saw her brother looking at her like this, gritted her teeth, and said angrily: "She provoked me, why did you stab me for her!"

Listening to the girl's questioning voice, Qianmingyan's red lips opened slightly.

He was about to say something, but the little milk bag sighed, opened his apricot eyes, and his eyes were wet.

"Brother, crisp" Before he finished speaking, the little milk bag closed his eyes again and fainted.

Lu Ci, who was still holding the script in his hand, saw Qianming raising his feet and striding away, and suddenly, he felt a chill in his back.

Lu Ci's heart: My life is immortal, my sorrow is so big.

*

Huangquan Road is also the reincarnation realm of ghosts.

A woman dressed in red like blood, holding a bowl of soup with a strange taste, turned her head, and saw the young man next to her, who was bowing her head to register the information on the reincarnation list, and the corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly.

"Sister Meng Po, shouldn't I explain why I'm here?" The little milk bag's voice was soft and waxy.

The woman turned around and saw the little milk bag looking at her with resentful eyes, coughed lowly, and explained: "Because you didn't drink Meng Po soup, your soul returned to Huangquan Road."

The little milk bag snorted coldly, and crossed her waist angrily.

"You said you didn't have to drink soup for me through the back door, you big liar."

The young man beside Meng Po put down the brush, raised his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Qian Su, who was only five or six years old.

"Drink the soup, and you can go back to the world."

Qian Su shook his head violently, and his tone resisted: "No, I don't want it." "Meng Po soup is so unpalatable, she doesn't drink it.

Thinking so in his heart, the little milk bag frowned.

At this moment, not far away, there was a sound of iron chains rattling.

The little milk bag turned its head and ran to the place where the sound was made.

The clear apricot eyes stared at the phantom's face that was exactly the same as Qianming.

The next moment.

The little milk bag turned her head sideways towards Meng Po.

"Who is he?" The little milk bag raised a hand, pointed at the phantom, and said.

Meng Po had a bitter face: "I don't know either." ”

When Xiao Niangbao heard Meng Po's words, she took a deep breath, controlled her expression, and still smiled harmlessly: "Sister Meng Po, when are you going to send me back to the world?" ”

Meng Po: "This, that ......"

Looking at Meng Po's appearance, the little milk bag bent down and squatted, and her little hand with skin like snow gently touched the iron chain on the phantom's wrist.

The phantom's eyes were empty, as if he had no three souls and seven spirits.

The Manzhu Sawa on both sides of Huangquan Road swayed with the breeze and made a rustling sound.

The pink lips of the small milk pack opened slightly, and his face was puzzled.

"Why do you look the same as my brother? Are you relatives? ”

The phantom and empty eyes instantly lit up red.

Qian Su saw the red light in the phantom's eyes, she snapped and sat down on the ground.

Xiao Milk Bao sniffled slightly, and said in a weak tone: "You are so scary." ”

When the phantom heard Qianshu's voice, the red light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

He reached out his slender fingers, which were as white as jade, grabbed Qianshu's arm and pulled him into his arms.

The little milk bag was caught off guard, lying into the arms of the phantom, her eyes thought they were so big, and she said fiercely: "You let go of me." "If it weren't for the fact that you look the same as your brother, I wouldn't have ignored you.

The phantom hugged Qianshu tightly, and his pupils looked deeply into Qianshu's eyes.

His lips were red, as if he were a living person.

"Crispy, don't go any more......"

*

The world, the general's mansion.

The imperial doctors were guarding the bedroom of the prince, and they were always paying attention, lying on the bed of the prince, a little girl in a pink skirt.

The little girl closed her eyes and frowned, her black curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on her fair and full forehead.

Qian Ming, who was sitting next to the little girl, grinded her teeth slightly, and looked at the little girl.