Nangong Xiaomiao didn't speak at first. He glanced at her and then at her.
Nangong Baiye rubbed the little man into his arms: "Whatever you want to say, just say it."
"Xiao Miao has heard about your performance in the main hall today." Nangong Xiao Miao looked at her disapprovingly: "You have offended even the most favored seventh prince, how can we survive in the capital? I
I sent you to the palace with such good intentions, just to find a rich man to raise you, but in the end, huh, I have to look for someone for you all over again!"
Nangong Baiye was stunned for a while when he heard this, and finally raised his forehead: "Can you please cancel your idea of finding a husband for me first?"
"This is non-negotiable." Nangong Xiaomiao covered the quilt again, covered her face with it, and said angrily: "Honghong is so expensive, you can't afford it."
Nangong Baiye's eyes narrowed, and it was really because of this...
…
It was night, in the empty Demon Palace, Beiming Liancheng was sitting on the black wooden throne with his chin propped up, the handle of the cup slipped from his fingertips, and his index finger and ring finger clasped the cup body.
The real pearl red swayed slightly inside, staining the wall of the cup, like a layer of otamine sprinkled on it.
The little eunuch knelt on the ground and tremblingly told Eunuch Sun what he wanted to convey.
The word "leave" came out of the lever, and there was just a pop!
The white porcelain cup was crushed to pieces by His Highness Seventh Prince.
He didn't dare to look up.
Only a deep laugh was heard.
Beiming Liancheng looked at the bright red color on his palm, then stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it gently, his peach blossom eyes filled with frost.
Then, he put down the fragment in his hand, still smiling half-heartedly, and his silver hair danced wildly in the windless guest room, like thin cold snakes wandering in the darkness.
That handsome face that was as pale as paper suddenly burst into an evil smile. Under the oil lamp, the whiteness was a bit dazzling...
…
Squeak, squeak...
The shaking wooden door made a heart-stopping sound.
There are various snacks on the table.
Nangong Rui'er couldn't eat it, and her eyes were still red.
Mrs. Su patted the back of her hand, a poisonous light flashed in her eyes: "Rui'er, you don't have to do anything anymore, understand?"
Nangong Rui'er cried angrily: "I can't swallow this breath!"
Mrs. Su handed her a piece of pastry: "Mom, I'm not asking you to give in. This time, even if you don't do anything, someone will take care of that little bitch."
Nangong Rui'er didn't understand, and her eyebrows furrowed: "Who will deal with her?"
Mrs. Su smiled and crushed the pastry in her hand bit by bit, and uttered a few words gloomily: "Your grandfather..."
The night is getting thicker and thicker, the wind blows, and there are creaking sounds outside the window, as if something is eating human bones and blood. From time to time, the shrill call of an owl can be heard in the distance. After the sound of the wind, there is another sound in the deep alley.
Suddenly it became quiet, the silence was terrifying...
Layers of sweat overflowed on Nangong Baiye's forehead as she lay on the bed. Something seemed to be bothering her in her sleep.
Probably because the cold was not over yet, the dream was very confusing.
She walked alone in the deserted mountain forest.
There wasn't even a living animal around.
This seems to be some kind of terrifying memory left in her body before she passed through it.
She walked forward, getting more and more panicked.
Until a cave appeared in front of me.
She breathed a sigh of relief and groped her way in...
Judging from her years of experience in tomb robbing, this cave is basically the entrance to the tomb.
Nangong Baiye thought that the person who could be buried here must have some identity...
She remembered that this was the ghost cave that Nangong Rui'er lured her to!
What's next...
This body seemed to have forgotten the next memory.
Whose child is Xiaomiao?
How did she get pregnant with him!
Nangong Baiye tightened her thin lips. If this dream is the valve that opens memory, she must go to the end...
"Mother, mother!"
The dazzling light came in, and Nangong Baiye couldn't tell for a moment whether he was in a dream or reality.
Nangong Xiaomiao had obviously finished washing up. She was carrying a small schoolbag and shaking her with her little hands: "Are you having a nightmare, Meow?"
"Well..." Nangong Baiye was a little dazed. She had never thought about who Xiaomiao's father was before. Anyway, no matter who the man was, Xiaomiao was her child.
The little man has been obsessed with blood since he was born, and he has all the characteristics that a vampire should have...
Nangong Baiye rubbed her face. Maybe she should ask Nangong Rui'er what kind of place did she let herself in, and what kind of tricks did she do to her body to get her pregnant?
"Mom, don't be in a daze!" Nangong Xiaomiao pulled her up: "The sun outside is so good that it makes Xiaomiao feel uncomfortable. Let's go quickly."
Nangong Baiye quickly took the cloak and wrapped the little man around him, and just stepped out of the room.
A wine bottle was thrown head-on!
Nangong Baiye dodged quickly, stretched out his left hand, held the wine bottle, then raised his eyes to look at the roof, his pupils narrowed: "Master?"
"Tsk tsk, it's so boring. It didn't hit!" The old man on the roof was dressed in monk's robes, with a big belly and a smile like Maitreya Buddha. Who else could he be but an exorcist master?
Nangong Baiye threw the wine bottle in his hand: "Why are you here?"
"You have already written such a letter to me, can you not come here?" The exorcist master flew down from the roof, hugged Nangong Xiaomiao, and kissed her twice: "Xiao meow, I want to
Don’t miss grandpa, huh?”
Nangong Xiaomiao glanced at him, then took out a small handkerchief and wiped his face slowly...
The old man stared, wondering if this kid was a little too hurtful!
Nangong Baiye didn't hesitate: "I don't plan to accept those boys and girls anymore. The business with the royal family didn't go well this time. We are planning to go back."
"No." The old man's always smiling face suddenly darkened: "Do you think that the murderer who killed so many people was really just taking revenge? Death is like a lamp going out. Since the soul is not wandering in the world, there are only two
There are two possibilities. First, he went to the underworld, and second, he was swallowed up. Judging from the current situation, those dead resentful souls are likely to be swallowed up. He is creating resentment, and the resentment is getting bigger. The three people in the capital
It is very likely that the magic weapon will no longer be able to frighten those demons and ghosts underground."
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "What does that have to do with me? It is Nangong Yuan's business to protect the good and ward off evil."
"Apprentice." The old man sighed: "Do you know that our incense in Qingcheng Mountain has been cut off!"
Nangong Baiye paused: "It was cut off? By whom?" Wasn't Qingcheng Mountain's incense money always very rich? It was used to buy tomatoes when she had no business.
The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I'm being punished by your unfilial senior brother! Oh, by the way, I haven't told you yet, you have a senior brother... Your senior brother is very capable, he..."
"I have already met him, thank you." Nangong Baiye interrupted him and said slightly sadly: "Besides, I also offended him..." If she knew that the lifeblood of Qingcheng Mountain's incense also lies with her senior brother
In her hands, she wouldn't have been so impulsive yesterday, hey...
The old man grabbed her hand: "Let's go and admit our mistake to your senior brother first..."
"Wait a minute." Nangong Baiye pulled him back: "Master, do you know the identity of senior brother?"
The old man smiled: "I knew you would be curious about him. He is the seventh prince of our Huang Dynasty! He is liked by many people, and he is still choosing a concubine recently!"
"I know all this." Nangong Baiye held his forehead: "I was asking about his other identity..." At this point, she paused, waved her hand and said, "Forget it, it's okay, let's go."
It seems that even the old man doesn't know what species her perverted senior brother is...
The old man was still bragging: "The best decision I made in my life was to take your senior brother in. But on my way to the capital, I heard that he had chosen a girl, but the girl didn't like him. Alas.
Hey, I really want to see which girl is so courageous. Your senior brother has always been born to obey me and prosper, and to die if he goes against me. That girl is going to suffer now!"
Nangong Baiye:......
Master, the girl you mentioned is right in front of you!
Nangong Xiaomiao looked at the old man with her round eyes, then at her mother. She lowered her head and started kicking stones. Her shoulders were shaking a little, as if she was snickering.
"But it doesn't matter if the girl refused, I still want to bring you and your senior brother together." The old man smiled and took a sip of his daughter's red.
Nangong Xiaomiao laughed out loud.
Nangong Baiye was helpless.
Only the old man was still joking: "Actually, you two match each other very well. You are both so irritating."
Nangong Baiye:......
"By the way, I suddenly remembered something. I have to go find that emperor." The exorcist master slapped his forehead and handed the letter in his hand to Nangong Baiye: "You can go there by yourself. Your senior brother must be there.
As for sleeping in the Demon Palace, you have to seize the opportunity. If it doesn't work, just seduce!"
Seduction? Nangong Baiye looked at the letter in his hand: "Hey, old man!"
The exorcist master waved his hand and flew away as if he hadn't heard.
Nangong Baiye simply couldn't do anything about his crazy behavior. He squeezed the letter in his hand and walked towards the depths of the palace.
With the letter from the exorcist master, it seemed that it was easy to enter anywhere. The guards looked at her and automatically got out of the way.
Even when they arrived at the mist-shrouded Demon Palace, the cloaked servants in black didn't stop them.
This is Nangong Baiye's first time to visit the Demon Palace. The architectural style of the Demon Palace is obviously different from other gardens in the palace.
The Gothic appearance is hidden in the perennial fog, like an ancient castle that suddenly appears. It is out of place and not everyone can see it clearly.
Nangong Xiaomiao's little hands clenched her fingers obediently, as if she liked this place very much. Her big eyes looked back and forth around her, and her calves jumped up and down.
Creak...
The door of the Demon Palace opened, and an expressionless servant walked out. When he looked at Nangong Xiaomiao, his sharp teeth were exposed.
When Nangong Xiaomiao saw this, her little mouth opened, and her white teeth were exposed.
The servant nodded and moved out of the way.
Nangong Baiye couldn't laugh or cry, thinking: So the way vampires greet each other is to show each other their fangs?
Do they do this every time they meet?
That’s really hilarious o(□)o
The servant in black knew etiquette very well. He put one hand behind his back and stretched out the other in front, and said in a calm tone: "Please."
It was very dark inside the Demon Palace, with no sunlight coming in at all, so it relied on countless oil lamps for illumination.
Nangong Baiye had the illusion of entering an ancient tomb.
Nangong Xiaomiao was still very excited, and her sharp little fangs were no longer retracted. They were just exposed outside, as if they had found the base camp, with a strange smile on their handsome little face.
"Mom, everyone here is just like Xiao Miao."
Nangong Baiye nodded. She knew that His Highness Seventh Prince was bold, but she never thought that he would be so bold as to raise a group of vampires in the palace...
Squeak...
The servant in black pressed his hands on the doorknob and pushed open the most mysterious copper door in the magic palace.
Countless vampire bats soared into the air, staring at her with bright red bloodthirsty eyes.
Beiming Liancheng was wearing a black pajamas and sitting on the throne. His handsome face that was so handsome that people and gods were angry was covered by a silver mask. He put one hand on his knees and leaned forward a little. There was still hot blood on his thin lips.
Kneeling in front of him was a beautiful lady with an elongated fair neck, and she was begging in a thin voice, as if she was begging for his love.
Nangong Baiye frowned, and his first reaction was to see Nangong Xiaomiao.
The little man's pupils have begun to dilate, and his sharp teeth have become cruel.
Nangong Baiye gritted his teeth and picked up his son. Without stopping for a moment, he flew out of the Demon Palace with his excellent Qinggong!
Nangong Xiaomiao seemed to be feeling very uncomfortable, veins of blood protruded from the back of her hands, and even her nails turned as black as night.
Nangong Baiye hugged him with all her strength, stuffed the tomatoes into his mouth, and patted his back with her hand: "Shh... Xiaomei, calm down, calm down."
"Mother..." Nangong Xiaomiao sucked hard, panted heavily, and regained her composure, her little ears drooped: "If Hei Xiaosi sees Xiaomiao like this, he will definitely not be with Xiaomiao.
Even if the cat is playing, the little cat will know it.”
Nangong Baiye took a deep breath: "No, meow is so cute, who doesn't like it?"
"Xiao Miao is not cute, Xiao Miao is a vampire." Nangong Xiao Miao's limp body rubbed into her arms, and his little head was buried in her chest.
Nangong Baiye tugged on his little ears: "Look, doesn't His Seventh Highness also drink blood for a living? This kind of thing is very common. Be good and don't think too much."
"Yeah!" Nangong Xiaomiao raised her little face: "Xiaomiao likes that uncle."
Nangong Baiye sighed: "I know. I'll go in and pull him out later. You stay here first. You can't go in to the palace anymore."
"Okay." Nangong Xiaomiao nodded obediently. He did not tell his mother,
In fact, he liked not only the uncle, but also the magic palace.
It seems that that is where he should live...
The little man sat blankly on the tree trunk, holding his cheeks with his two little hands.
Nangong Baiye looked at the door that was dozens of times taller than him, took a deep breath, and walked in.
This time the servant in black stopped her, his face expressionless and cold: "Wait a minute, Your Highness is very busy now..."
Nangong Baiye smiled, and intermittent moans came from inside, ringing in the empty hall, especially tender and tender...
A message to readers: Don’t get me wrong, there is definitely only one White Night among the Seven Palaces.
I always feel that after the explanation, it has not achieved the sadistic effect. Hey, I am really a mother.
This chapter is a major update of 4,000 words. At the end of the day, I have updated too much today, but I am still getting motion sickness. Say good night...