148 The Former Seven Palaces Have a More Mysterious Identity
148The former Seventh Palace had a more mysterious identity
The constant boredom made him want to tear everything in sight.
It had been almost more than a hundred years, and when he opened his eyes again, he had never been as angry as he was today...
At that time, he was not the prince of Dahuang. He had lost all his memories and was wandering in the world like a wandering soul.
He would often be in the cemetery, watching the sun slowly set and then dye the eastern sea into blood.
Because only when there was no sunlight could he come out of the cave entrance and enjoy the remaining warmth after dusk.
That was his favorite thing to do, lying on the grass with dogtail grass in his mouth,
Watch herdsmen driving herds of cattle and sheep home.
However, he also destroyed his favorite village with his own hands...
He didn't have time to learn to disguise himself as a human, with silver hair, golden eyes, and sharp fangs.
The villagers held torches and chanted about monsters, trying to drive him away.
They cornered him and beat and kicked him.
He still remembered that that day he almost tore an entire village to pieces with his bare hands.
The hot blood made him feel unprecedented warmth.
His fingers swiped through the silky viscosity, dyeing his pupils red little by little.
However, no one knows that the warmer it is, the stronger the cold will be afterward...
The village was burned into a sea of flames, and he didn't know where to go or what it would look like tomorrow.
He even forgot who he was.
He only knows that he is a demon, a demon that feeds on souls.
So, he started hunting games one after another, which was the only thing that made him interesting.
From the confusion at the beginning to the killing and cruelty later, it was he who conquered the world of Dahuang.
The invincible Seventh Prince, huh...that was just one of the identities he forged in the human world.
Gradually he got tired of this game.
Isn't it very boring?
Stupid humans...
If you are powerful and beautiful, you can get everything easily.
Whether they are lovers who love life and death, or sisters who are brothers and sisters,
In the face of eternal life, everything will become insignificant...
Not everyone has the courage to sell their souls to the devil in the form of a contract.
If it wasn't tough enough, if it wasn't dark enough, he wouldn't show up so easily.
He originally thought that all human beings looked the same.
But she always does something unexpected.
He is obviously an exorcist, but he only loves money and does not bother to get rid of ghosts.
She is not kind, not even cute or ladylike.
He doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy or painting, and he doesn't know how to please others. He just likes to give orders.
He is quite discerning, seeing that he wilts when he is unhappy, and when he starts to chatter, he is fearless and always has a smile on his face.
She was not bright, and the evil aura exuding from her almost made him want to taste her soul when he saw her for the first time.
But there is purity in that evil, like the twilight after sunset, the moment between darkness and day when one encounters the devil.
Unexpectedly warm.
However, this warmth does not belong to me...
boom!
The wood under his hands turned into powder in an instant.
The black horse was so frightened that it stretched its neck and screamed.
Countless vampire bats soared into the air, and several black and enchanting figures flew across the treetops at the speed of light. They landed on one knee in front of the carriage, with a respectful expression: "Your Highness!"
"Yes." Beiming Liancheng responded faintly, his voice cold and cold, making the kneeling person's scalp numb.
Your Highness is in a bad mood today?
The handsome vampires looked at each other in disbelief. Under the moonlight, the sharp fangs not only did not give people a scary feeling, but were also incredibly beautiful.
"Your Highness, someone has recently been checking the stores and inns we manage." One of the vampires reported in a low tone and dutifully.
Another vampire smiled and licked his thin lips with a hint of evil confusion: "Are we still afraid of humans? It's simply ridiculous."
"Not human." His tone was still calm.
The evil vampire frowned slightly.
Beiming Liancheng's face was calm and his words were calm: "The identity of the other party?"
"The God of Death." The vampire lowered his eyes, and his golden long hair hung down on his hands: "Something strange seems to have happened over there in hell. They thought it was us trying to wake up the king and creating chaos."
Beiming Liancheng sneered: "When did the God of Death become so stupid?" As he spoke, he narrowed his pupils slightly and looked towards the tree suddenly. His long black hair was not moving in the wind, and his fingers were covered with clear bones.
Wrapped in black gloves, it is noble and elegant with a biting coldness.
There was a loud bang!
The thick tree trunk collapsed in half, causing countless snowflakes to rise!
A black figure soared up from the falling snow, slowly revealing its prototype.
He was wearing an ancient black Tang suit, and everything about his body fit perfectly. His shoulder line was straight, and his chest was broad and flat. The feeling of the Tang suit was also stiffened, "straight and straight".
Rigorous, tidy, ascetic, but most irritating to people's nerves.
He held a writing brush in his left hand and a black scroll in his right hand, which was the legendary Book of Life and Death.
And he is the god of death who leads souls to hell.
Of course, in the East, people prefer to call him black and white.
"You are not Cain." Death's tone was just like his handsome face, without any fluctuation.
Beiming Liancheng played with the black jade finger on his fingertips with a half-smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
The God of Death reached out and pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his face: "I misunderstood, farewell."
Bang!
Another loud noise!
Tangled shrubs obscured Death's path.
The god of death's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at Beiming Liancheng: "Your Excellency, your hospitality needs to be improved."
"Ha." Beiming Liancheng curled his thin lips and put one hand into the pocket of his fur coat. Even in the face of death, his innate kingly aura has not weakened at all: "Wait until you stop acting like mice.
After being as sneaky as ever, come back and talk to me about how to treat guests."
Note, he is talking about you, not you!
Wow!
Another god of death in the trees finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out from the roadside with a big rubber leaf on his head: "Who do you think is a mouse?"
"The top leaves serve as camouflage in the winter. Your Death God's IQ is really beyond my expectation." Beiming Liancheng smiled half-heartedly with obvious ridicule.
"He is just an exception." The God of Death, floating in the air, pushed up his glasses again, his voice cold.
Standing next to the bushes, the God of Death curled his thin lips disdainfully, carrying a two-meter-long sickle on his shoulder, and tugged on the green leaves on his head. His long silver-white curly hair was dazzled by the brilliance of the moonlight: "It's really not easy.
Being aware of our two existences at the same time, apart from Cain, I really can’t imagine anyone with such great power!”
"He is not Cain." The God of Death, suspended in mid-air, was obviously helpless towards his companion. He put his hand on his forehead and looked at him with eyes that looked like an idiot.