He didn't even know how long it had been since he had been angry.
Ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?
His memory has always been bad, and he has long forgotten the joys, sorrows and joys of human beings.
All he needs is a clean soul.
He likes to tear apart human bodies with his black fingertips and enjoy the hot blood.
Only then will you feel that you are alive...
But today, she really angered him!
He tolerated her in everything. He had raised so many souls, and he had never been so patient with anyone.
She even played fairy dance for him!
dislike?
Ha... He wants to kill this woman, even if the soul has not been raised to its most delicious state!
But, damn it, he actually relented!
How ridiculous...
Beiming Liancheng curled his thin lips, no, he is not soft-hearted, how could he be soft-hearted?
He had no heart at all, he didn't do anything, just because he wanted to get a more vivid soul...
But why is my chest so empty?
It's like a hole has been broken that cannot be found.
By the way, he has no heart, so he feels empty...
He hadn't hunted for so long that he had even forgotten the rules of hunting.
How could a demon be controlled by a human being?
"Haha..." Beiming Liancheng laughed coldly, with a demonic red light in his eyes.
The night wind blows quietly.
In the dark shadow, Beiming Liancheng still stood in place, with an elegant posture, a straight back, a head that never lowered, and the fingers wearing black gloves moved slightly.
A violent storm is coming!
He stood in the blizzard, his black robe making a sound.
The night is fading.
The darkness fades.
A dark red rose in the east.
The wind was getting colder and colder, and the tips of the grass were stained with morning dew. Beiming Liancheng stood silently, with no trace of the smile on his lips.
He stood there in silence, and gradually, dark red dyed his body...
knock!
Because of his irritable mood, Nangong Bai stayed up all night and sat on a wooden chair to relax. After dawn, he rubbed his eyes and wanted to wash up. There seemed to be a slight noise outside.
Nangong Baiye frowned, opened the wooden door, and saw the little devil in a cloak standing outside with an expressionless face.
He seemed to have been standing for a long time, his shoulders were covered with snow, and even his long eyelashes turned white.
Nangong Baiye's heart twitched when he saw it, and he quickly pulled the person into the room, holding his hand with both hands, and then realized that his whole body was incredibly cold...
Snap!
The little devil raised his hand to throw her hand away without saying hello, and walked towards the bed with a cold expression.
Nangong Baiye was stunned, then walked over and patted the snow on his head with a chuckle: "Are you in a bad mood? Go lie down on the bed. The quilt is hot. I'll help you make a bowl of ginger soup. Don't worry.
Got a cold."
The little devil didn't say anything, pulled the quilt and buried himself.
Nangong Baiye touched the bridge of his nose, added some firewood to the stove, lit incense, grabbed some money and went into the inn's kitchen.
She actually doesn't know how to cook. If it were a modern kitchen, she could still handle it. Such ancient pure natural cooking tools simply left her scratching her head.
In real life, she is a very manly person. She cannot play with pots and pans. She never eats breakfast. The other two meals are either takeout or eaten in restaurants.
Standing in the kitchen cutting shredded ginger like this with a knife, it's really... hoohoo.
Fortunately, my knife skills are quite good and the ginger slices are neatly cut.
She just said, there is no way a hand that can kill can't deal with a piece of ginger.
only……
Making a fire is a problem!
I got up too early and there was no one in the kitchen.
Nangong Baiye didn't use the money either. He took a flint and lit the oil paper and added wood to the stove under the pot.
Then, he lay down and blew hard...
Where can I still be as handsome as usual?
"Hey? It's done!"
Nangong Baiye's eyes lit up, and he wiped his face with his hands, not caring that it was stained with ash. He first put the water in, then when the water boiled, he put in the shredded ginger.
The next thing was much simpler. I just waited for the ginger soup to come out of the pot and carried it into the house where I lived.
"Kid, get up, drink something before going to bed." She stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt away.
The little devil tilted his head, as if he didn't want to pay attention to her.
Nangong Baiye held his head and pulled it over: "You can't sleep until you drink. Be obedient!"
"You..." The little devil was about to get angry, but after seeing the darkness on her face, his thick eyebrows frowned: "What is that on your face?"
"Huh?" Nangong Baiye took out a mirror, looked at it back and forth, and then grinned: "I made it when I first started the fire. Don't tell me, it looks pretty cool on my face."
The little devil said coldly: "I don't see how handsome he is."
"This is a sign of love, do you understand?" Nangong Baiye held the little devil's hand, and the corners of his handsome mouth curved: "Your sister, this is the first time for me to light a fire and cook like this, so just be satisfied."
The little devil sneered again: "There's nothing to be proud of if you don't know how to make fire."
Nangong Baiye:......
Hey, hey, you little brat, will you die if you don’t choke?
"Bring it here." The little devil stretched out his black-gloved hands with a calm expression.
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "What to take?"
"Ginger soup." The little devil seemed speechless to her. He supported his forehead with his fingers, but the corners of his mouth were half-curved, and his voice was deep: "Idiot..."
Nangong Baiye rubbed his head, picked up the ginger soup, and said with an evil smile: "Would you like me to get you a piece of candy?"
"You think everyone is the same as you." The little devil sneered.
Nangong Baiye really thinks he is not cute at all!
The little devil held the spoon and sipped the soup from his thin lips again and again.
Nangong Baiye has never seen a child who pays so much attention to dining etiquette like him. He even drinks ginger soup and behaves like a British noble. Are you tired?
Looking at him like that, he looks more and more like her senior brother.
Nangong Baiye wanted to tease the little devil in his hand, so he hugged the little devil into his arms.
The little devil was stunned: "What are you doing?"
"Hug, can't you?" Nangong Baiye looked at him angrily.
The little devil was silent for a while, then nuzzled her and raised his eyebrows with an evil smile: "Of course."
Huh? Why did this kid make her feel like she was being teased?
Also, why does he always rub that part of his body...
Nangong Baiye lowered his eyes and looked at the little devil's bright and innocent smile, like an angel's.
She must be overthinking it. A child knows what molestation is. She probably lacks maternal love. She heard that demons have no relatives, so she was generous and allowed him to rub her.
Nangong Baiye thought as he patted the little devil on the back with a faint smile on his lips.
The little devil buried his head in her arms unceremoniously, raised his thin white lips, and moved them back and forth. The shape of his mouth seemed to say: Idiot...