After hearing everything, Long Linger lost even the desire to eat; this time, she truly fell into Xie Wan's hands.
The deep night cloaked the ancient castle in a layer of mysterious veil.
Several strange deaths cast a shadow of death over the place, and Tang Qingxue, standing in the living room, heard the roar of Yin Hun the Nineteenth.
"Lianxin, take Niannian back to the room! Don't come out without my instructions."
Tang Qingxue instructed softly, the series of incidents severely undermining her sense of security, Lianxin nodded and took Niannian upstairs.
Niannian was still naïve despite the late hour, and still wanted to play. When Lianxin took her upstairs, she was reluctant, waving her little hands desperately at Tang Qingxue, muttering sounds that mimicked "mama"...
Tang Qingxue helplessly waved her hand, "Babe, goodnight, go to sleep obediently, mommy will come to accompany you later!"
