MTL - My Wife Why is She So Cute-Chapter 5

When Song Nianying arrived home, the rain had basically stopped, and she had just opened the door when Song's father and Song's mother, who had been waiting for a long time, came out to welcome her.

The two stood at the entrance, looking at their daughter whose hair was wet by the rain, they looked at each other and dared not speak.

Song Nianying raised her eyebrows, her wet hair stuck to her forehead, and she looked at them with dark eyes: "Why, Mom and Dad, come to my house to be the gatekeeper?"

Her body was soaked by the cold rain, and there was a breath of cold air all over her body.

Seeing her speak, Dad Song dared to ask: "Ying'er, how did we meet today?"

Although Song Ma didn't dare to speak out, she stared at her eagerly.

What can I do?

Song Nianying smiled habitually: "Not bad, both temperament and appearance are outstanding, worthy of me."

The second elder let out a sigh of relief.

My daughter has a sharp eye. Although she is always smiling on weekdays, she is actually more arrogant and indifferent than anyone else in her heart. Ordinary people can't catch her eyes at all.

Song's mother: "It's fine if it suits your eyes. Your dad and I have been worrying for a day. We—"

"I'm tired, I don't want to talk, you guys go back."

Song Nianying waved her hands impatiently. She is very uncomfortable now and wants to take a bath.

Seeing his daughter stepping past them and they were about to enter the house, Father Song chased him a step forward, and said cautiously: "Ying'er, a while ago, Dad told you that your Uncle Xiao's family had a severe congenital heart disease. daughter—"

He pursed his lips and looked at his wife from the corner of his eye. Mama Song hurriedly answered the conversation: "You guys met at the party before. She is the cheerful and enthusiastic girl called your sister. I don't know if you still Do you remember?"

Song Nianying turned cold, and said flatly, "I don't remember."

Dad Song: ...

Song Ma: ...

Although they expected their daughter's indifferent reaction, Song's father and Song's mother were still a little embarrassed. Song's mother rubbed her hands and said, "She really can't hold on anymore. The doctor is in critical condition, and it will only happen next month. Mom really can't bear it."

Father Song nodded incessantly: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, not to mention that Uncle Xiao and I were comrades-in-arms when we were young, you—"

Song Nianying frowned, and said in a cold voice, "How much benefit did he give you?"

In a word, Papa Song's face turned blue from choking, Mama Song was afraid that he would lose his temper, so she quickly tugged at the corner of his clothes with her hand.

Song Nianying couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with them anymore, she took out the small knife she was carrying with her from her pocket, waved her hand, and "swipe" the blade brightly.

The silver dangling blade was quenched with evil spirit, it was cold and extremely sharp.

Without a word of nonsense, Song Nianying raised the knife and slashed across the palm of his hand carelessly, and the opening across the palm split open instantly with the gurgling blood.

If it was an ordinary girl, with such a big cut, the pain would be excruciating.

But she didn't seem to care, and raised her eyebrows at Papa Song.

Father Song hurriedly opened a dark red box that he had prepared with him, walked over, and bent down to catch the blood dripping from her palm.

Song Nianying looked down upon his humble father who received blood.

She had no expression on her face, no emotion, and such a long wound didn't even frown, as if she was a high-ranking giver.

In just a few seconds, Mama Song said in a low voice, "Enough, enough——"

Song Nianying withdrew her hand indifferently, not paying attention to the blood splashed on the ground.

Song Ma looked at her distressedly: "Ying'er, Mom is going to get you a bandage."

Father Song carefully covered the box, for fear of spilling a drop, Song Nianying smiled coldly, "No need." She picked up the Rosie Assoulin limited-edition shirt on the ground and pulled it, with a "sizzling" sound, a cloth strip Hastily wrapped in the hands.

Song's mother followed behind and wanted to say something, but Song's father grabbed her and gave her a wink.

It's not that they don't know about their daughter's temper.

Today, this blood has been obtained, if she said more, she would definitely lose her temper.

…

After taking a shower, Song Nianying came out wearing a rose-red nightgown. She picked up the comb and combed her hair, then picked out the fallen hair one by one and made them into balls. She opened the drawer of the dressing table, Skillfully pulled out the lighter from inside, lit the clump of hair and burned it up.

What floated in the air was not the unpleasant smell of burning fur, but a faint scent of mint. Song Nianying took out a cigarette casually, and pinched it with her slender fingers. She smoked quietly, looking at the little bit of scarlet on the cigarette butt, for a long time Preoccupied.

After the smoke was exhausted, she opened the drawer again and took out the red nail polish. Song Nianying painted bright red nail polish on herself while humming a tune.

――I eat and travel alone

stop and go

Also read and write letters alone

talk to yourself

…

After the nail polish was finished, Song Nianying ate a box of egg tarts and some desserts. She fell asleep on the big bed without drying her face and hair. It's just that she didn't sleep well, and she always felt something cool. Something brushed against her palm.

"What's the situation with her... The information she brought back clearly stated that she lived a bold life of the rich second generation every day. Her parents love her, her sister worships her, she pursues famous brands, drives a luxury car, has many friends, and sings happily every night."

While speaking, Hua Bairou took out a silver box from her bosom, poured out a red capsule from it, and put it in her mouth.

She has been in the world for a long time, although she has a strong resistance and adaptability to human blood, but... the seductive smell of the blood of the holy king's fiancée made her feel itchy deep in her bones, and she needs to use blood to refine it. The resulting blood fruit restraint.

She went to look at Yan Chuyu beside her. The Holy King didn't know what was wrong, but he kept his face sullen and said nothing since he came in.

She knows how powerful Song Nianying's blood is alluring than Hua Bairou.

So before entering her house, Yan Chuyu had already swallowed three blood fruits to resist the temptation.

This blood fruit is equivalent to the fast food of the vampire family. Concentration is the essence. One blood fruit is enough to satisfy the desire of an adult vampire.

And she swallowed three pills in a row, even so, when she got close to Song Nianying, the thirst in her throat still burned unbearably.

Hua Bairou looked at the long strip of cloth soaked in blood on Song Nianying's snow-white palm and shook her head, "She has hit me hard enough."

After experiencing the incident of kicking the mutated spider like a ball in the morning, Hua Bairou already knew that the girl in front of her was not an ordinary person, and looking at it now, she was even more of a master who should not be messed with.

Yan Chuyu's performance has always been indifferent, Hua Bairou looked at her indifferent appearance and thought to herself, although she is a fiancee, she is only in name after all, and they are not together yet. I still reminded: "Ms. Song is injured and very weak. Is there anything the Holy King wants to do?"

At the very least, when we meet again in a few days, I should comfort her in the name of my fiancée.

Yan Chuyu looked at Hua Bairou with a pair of eyes, and replied, "I want to tear her parents apart."

Hua Bairou: ...

mother!

Regardless of Hua Bairou's face turning pale with fright, Yan Chuyu tapped her fingers lightly in the air, and a pure white light hit the cloth strips that wrapped Song Nianying's hands.

…

In the afternoon of dusk, Song Nianying hadn't had such a good sleep for a long time. When she woke up, she rubbed her head in confusion, and looked at her palm hesitantly.

Although, she has long been used to the pain, but this sleep is really good, right?

As if wanting to prove something, Song Nianying lifted the cloth that wrapped the wound and was stunned.

Her wound had healed, leaving only a faint bloodstain.

Unable to believe it, Song Nianying reached out and pressed the wound, and there was no blood oozing out, and the pain was not even worth mentioning.

what's going on?

After a moment of silence, Song Nianying wandered to the living room to make a cup of honey water. While drinking, she looked at the shiny clean floor, her eyes were cold.

The pool of residual blood left on the ground that hadn't been cleaned up in time was gone.

*****

When Yan Chuyu and Hua Bairou returned to Shura Castle, it was already dark.

There is no moonlight tonight, and the whole world is plunged into oppressive darkness.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard the pitiful begging for mercy from inside the castle, Hua Bairou couldn't help shivering.

Yan Chuyu frowned, her steps faltered, and she paused for a moment. She put her hands behind her back, straightened her body, and walked slowly into the hall.

Seven vermilion stone pillars support the ceiling depicting the ancient Shura vampire totem. Every 50 meters there are burning red candles, and the iron chains blowing from the eaves are full of skulls. Jumping, there seemed to be a howling sound above the main hall. A red carpet like blood floating separated the left and right sides. Several vampires were worshiping the ground, not daring to lift their heads, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

And in the middle of the hall, the masked King Shura happened to be sitting leisurely on the bench carved with phoenixes. She was wearing a pitch-black Shura battle robe, dragged a vampire head in one hand, and said with a smile: "I'm not here these days." , General Zuo is very busy and hardworking."

The eyes of the left general's head in her hand were wide open, and her lips were biting tightly. The tragic scene can make people imagine the fear and pain before his death.

The ghost king Asura's smile made the leaders in the audience even more frightened, and they prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move.

Seeing such a tragic situation, Hua Bairou quickly knelt on the ground, while Yan Chuyu frowned and looked at the heads of the three vampire generals on the ground.

"The Holy King is back."

Asura Ghost King stood up, and she nodded to the tall and muscular Deadpool Long Zheng beside her.

Long Zheng commanded, and as he raised his right arm, a ball of flames ignited in his palm.

In just a moment, there was a strange aura in the air, and the three heads were instantly swallowed by the flames.

The few leaders lying on their stomachs in the front row did not dare to vent their anger, only a frail girl was biting her lip with tears in her eyes.

--dad.

Hua Bairou knelt behind her, not daring to make a sound, and gently touched her ankle with the back of her hand.

Hold back.

If King Shura finds out, she will be the next to suffer.

Sure enough, a ghostly black shadow appeared in an instant, and before the girl's tears fell, she had already been pulled out by Long Zheng, and she fell hard to the ground, smashing the tiles with her head, splashing countless shards.

Under the flames, King Shura's mask was distorted and terrifying. The girl just looked up and closed her eyes.

Hua Bairou, who was kneeling behind her, had red eyes. This girl is the youngest vampire Zuo Die in Shura City. She just completed her transformation this year. She was supposed to be an innocent and romantic age, but her talent for changing was favored by King Shura. child was forcibly transformed.

The mother failed to transform and died in pain, leaving only their father and daughter to depend on each other. Although the father's power is not prominent enough, it is enough to save his life. The turmoil took revenge on King Shura, but was finally discovered.

Daughter Zuo Die has always been a sunny presence in the group, no matter who she is or what level she is, she is always smiling.

But now--

King Shura nodded to Long Zheng beside him.

At the moment when Zuo Die raised her head to face death, her ankle tightened, and she was pulled back suddenly by a big hand made of water vapor, barely avoiding the fatal blow of the fireball, and was thrown behind Yan Chuyu all of a sudden.

All of a sudden, the guardians and dead servants around King Shura all stepped forward, staring at the Holy King with scarlet eyes.

Hundred years.

No one has ever dared to save someone under King Shura.