Eunuch Sun smiled a little unnaturally, looked behind Nangong Baiye, blinked and said: "His Seventh Highness is the most powerful prince in the entire capital. Except for His Highness, no one can be as handsome as him.
Why don’t you think about it again?”
Nangong Baiye was confused. Didn't this person want to persuade her not to have any wrong ideas? Why did he ask her to think about it again? Did he think what she just said was not credible?
Nangong Baiye breathed a long sigh of relief: "Eunuch Sun, this is what we are talking about, and I don't need to talk in circles with you. I admit that I yearn for money and power, but I yearn for it because I want it, not because I want it.
I want someone who owns them. Secondly, I am a man with a son. I don’t think the royal family will accept a woman, or in the eyes of others, entering the palace is equivalent to having glory and wealth, but for me, it is just a woman.
Prison. The Seventh Prince is indeed a heartwarming man, but what I like is the reliable pure man type. Do you understand the pure man type?"
Eunuch Sun shook his head with difficulty.
Nangong Baiye spread his hands, hey, he couldn't communicate.
Eunuch Sun was still looking behind her.
Nangong Baiye moved his hands, but found a shadow on the ground that did not belong to him.
The shadow was standing behind her, about 1.83 meters tall, tall and tall, almost blending into the darkness.
She looks very much like her senior brother...
Wait, her senior brother?
Nangong Baiye turned around subconsciously...
Beiming Liancheng was leaning under the plum tree behind her. The plum blossoms fell and hit his shoulders. I wonder if it was because of the thick fog.
At this time, he seemed to be completely without his usual arrogance and evil. His whole person was covered with a layer of silence, and underneath that layer of silence there seemed to be something ready to move and want to break out of his shell.
The collision of these two forces caused him to erect a thick cold barrier around him, rejecting anyone's approach and rejecting any warmth.
His beautiful eyes were half-opened, looking very tired.
Nangong Baiye was stunned. Didn't he go back to the Demon Palace? Why didn't he leave?
"Senior brother." She touched his hanging hand, which was very cold.
How long has this man been standing here?
Beiming Liancheng waved his hand and said calmly to Eunuch Sun: "Send her back."
This is an order.
It was also an alienation that Nangong Baiye had never seen before.
The red lantern reflected an almost eerie color, but none of it could enter his side. It was as if all the bustle and bustle had slowly receded from him like running water, making him look like anyone.
The unapproachable god arrives.
Eunuch Sun was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly. How could he dare to stay any longer? He respectfully replied "yes".
Nangong Baiye was brought back to Fengming Tower. His body was still tired, and the temperature on his forehead had not dropped. After holding on in the hall for so long, it would be a lie to say he was not tired.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw Hei Xiaosi with a sullen face and a piggy bank under his feet, which looked like it had just been smashed.
My son's little ears drooped, and he had a small white box on hand, which was filled with small coats.
Nangong Xiaomiao was wearing light yellow pajamas and sitting on the bedside. When he saw her coming, he took out a pile of small clothes from the wooden cabinet, shook them, and folded them one by one, with his little body still dangling there.
It's coming and going.
"Hey, what's going on?" Eunuch Sun had met the young master of the Hei family. At this time, he saw a red mark on his head and his breathing was a little troubled: "Who is so brave! Why?
Even Master Si dares to fight!"
Hei Si didn't speak, still had a tough little face, and his black eyes looked sharply at the little man who was still packing the package.
As soon as Nangong Baiye saw this, he knew that the two little people were quarreling again. He bent down and picked up his son: "What's the matter, Xiaomiao? Don't you always like Xiaosi the best, and you are still fighting?"
Nangong Xiaomiao curled up her little mouth: "Xiao Meow didn't fight."
"Is it because you don't have Honghong to eat and you feel annoyed again?" Nangong Baiye kissed his forehead.
Nangong Xiaomiao drooped her little ears: "He insists on giving me that money jar, but he doesn't have enough money to give it to me. I'm already annoyed, and Honghong only has two left."
The little man's words did not match his words, but Nangong Baiye understood that underage vampires are often more lethal than adult vampires.
After a vampire reaches adulthood, he will know how to control his desire to drink, and he will do everything to the best of his ability. He will even speak and act more elegantly and noble than humans.
As for underage vampires, the blood-sucking desire deep in their hearts almost occupies the entire body, and when impulsive, they will absorb the entire village.
No matter how human he looks, his greed for blood will destroy him.
This has nothing to do with good or evil.
This is an instinct to seek food.
Xiao Miao is now very restrained in suppressing herself.
Special tomatoes can make him feel full, and can also suppress the irritability in his heart that he wants to drink blood but cannot be satisfied.
But after arriving in the capital, everything was full of intrigues and intrigues.
His need for Honghong has also increased, which is why he became like this...
Nangong Baiye knew better than anyone else that he didn't mean to lose his temper with Hei Si. The little man might have regretted it, just look at the drooped little head.
"Son, be good. Mom, will you talk to Hei Si again?" Nangong Baiye touched his little paw.
"Xiao Miao doesn't care." Nangong Xiao Miao snorted, but looked at the door with her big eyes.
Hei Si is very manly and speaks coldly: "If you hit me, I won't be angry."
"Suck!" Eunuch Sun, who was standing there, gasped. When did the fiercest little warrior in Dahuang become so easy to talk to?
Hei Si had an expressionless face, holding a long gun in his hand, pointing the gun head at the small box: "Here, what are you doing with this?"
"Didn't I tell you that I want to go back to Qingcheng Mountain?" Nangong Xiaomiao stretched out her neck: "Then why did you suddenly give me the money jar? If you don't want to play with me, just tell me, if you want money, just say
I went to your house to steal because I didn’t want what you brought.”
Hei Si tugged at her thin lips with a sneer, speaking in a beautiful Beijing accent: "I'll let you do it!"
After saying that, the man left, and the wooden door buzzed as he kicked it.
Nangong Xiaomiao pursed her lips vigorously: "I just did it. I will leave tomorrow. I miss you so much!"
Bang!
The wooden door was kicked open again, and Hei Xiaosi came back with a spear, with red marks on his forehead. He bent down to pick up the money jar on the ground. His posture when picking up things was also martial, holding the corners of his clothes with his little hands.
, the back is very straight.
Nangong Xiaomiao looked anxiously: "That money jar is mine, please put it down for me..."