"You'd better take your hand back." Beiming Liancheng's thin lips curled up, and his tone was full of warnings to the figure. The black robe made a sound, tearing apart all the peace in the hall...
The figure raised his head, and his handsome face was exactly the same as that of Beiming Liancheng. The only difference was that there was more holy light on his face.
Beiming Liancheng's amber pupils shrank, and his fingers tightened tightly on Nangong Baiye in his arms. The light in his eyes gradually condensed into one place, forming golden lines...
"Hahaha, your expression is really interesting." The figure lowered his eyes, and a hoarse and low smile came out along with the tail of his slightly trembling hair, with a slight mockery: "Don't say you have forgotten me? This
It’s not like your style.”
Beiming Liancheng glanced at the figure coldly and said two simple words: "Get out of the way."
"Want to go to the Seventh Hell?" The figure raised his eyebrows and said to him with the same handsome face as Beiming Liancheng: "Give me the soul in your hand, or...let me dominate it."
Beiming Liancheng tilted his head and smiled, and said word by word: "I'll say it again, let go!"
"Ha." The figure chuckled and leaned slightly: "You should know that when we get to this prison, one of us must win first before we can reach the seventh prison."
Beiming Liancheng narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The figure looked at him contemptuously: "You can put this incomplete soul in your hands aside. Don't forget that I am the supreme archangel, and you are just the devil after falling from heaven."
Beiming Liancheng was not angry because of the figure's words, and his golden pupils were stained with an indifferent blood color.
"If you are willing, we can return to heaven, possess supreme power, and get the glory we have always wanted." The figure stretched out his holy left hand: "Give up your title of Beiminglian City. Lucifer is your real name.
"
The blood all over Beiming Liancheng's body seemed to be bewitched, burning hot.
His greed is at work.
His selfishness calls to him.
Just when he was about to reach out his hand, the softness in his arms suddenly woke him up.
She lay quietly in his arms, her pale face had long lost its original ruthlessness, like an obedient puppet.
He had thought about destroying her countless times.
But, the moment she truly lost all warmth, he felt an unprecedented emptiness...
She never let him live in peace.
Like a little ruffian, he likes to tease people.
She is very shrewd, like a cat, she will observe you for a while and wait until you are nice to her before she is willing to approach you.
But later on, you realize that she is not a cat, but a canine.
Giving without expecting anything in return.
A look of complete trust.
There is also a desperate stubbornness.
It is impossible for someone as smart as her not to notice anything strange about him.
He could also hear the sounds that echoed in her ears.
She was a very suspicious person, but she gave him complete trust.
However, in fact, among the memories he disappeared, he included the deception of her.
He still remembers the twilight of the Queen of the Gods, when he was in chaos for nine days and nights, and finally fell into the sky...
If he wasn't Beiming Liancheng.
What should she do?
Not once.
He would care so much about a person's identity in the human world.
This concern was infinitely magnified when he saw her lifeless little face...
"What are you still hesitating about?" The figure was surrounded by holy light, and his eyes were gentle, compassionate, and sacred. There was no reason to refuse.
But Beiming Liancheng smiled. Under the splendor, he became more and more beautiful, and at the same time, he became more and more evil, just like the Manzhushahua blooming in the devil world.
Incomparably handsome.
He raised his head slightly, and the line of his mandible was like a quiet inlet, so cold and noble that people could not move their eyes away.
Huge wings spread out behind him without warning.
The black feathers that symbolized sin, darkness, and greed fell one after another.
The devil's song started to play, and together with his wings, it slowly flew up, as if it could embrace the stars.
He looked at the figure with an evil smile on his lips: "How could I in this world be influenced by who I was before? I am Lucifer, and I am also Beiminglian City. I can be whoever I want to be, because I have never been
They are all omnipotent. This is a fact that not even Jehovah can control.”
The wind blowing from all directions filled Beiming Liancheng's black robe. He stood there, refusing to be enslaved. His aloof coldness, with an evil smell, filled the air with thick black smoke.
The figure was swallowed up by the smoke, and finally mixed with the darkness, spreading out countless golden threads, which were absorbed by the wings one by one, becoming part of Beiming City.
This is the real him.
It is different from the elegance of low-level demons, and it is different from the charm of holy angels.
Both good and evil, handsome and extraordinary.
A unique existence in this world...the right wing of the god!
Squeak...
As the figure disappeared, the marble floor of the third prison looked like broken glass, cracked with lines.
A deep corridor vaguely appeared underground. The dim lights and Ying's ancient paintings on the walls of the corridor were the legendary fourth prison...
Bang!
As the shadow of the tree swayed, the fallen angel leaning on the bones crushed the delicate tea bowl that Bei Mingxun had just handed over. His narrow eyes like splashing ink widened in disbelief, his pupils swayed back and forth, and even his thin lips turned pale.
He stood up: "Do you feel it?"
"Yeah." Bei Mingxun also stopped drinking tea. After his gentleness faded, his thick eyebrows tightened: "The door of the fourth prison was pushed open."
The fallen angel had obviously lost his rhythm. He stood up from the bones, walked a few steps to the left, and then walked a few steps to the right. Suddenly, he stopped and said, "This is impossible, no one can get through the first step."
Three hells!”
Fannie was lying on the gravel, lazily supporting the side of his face with one hand, and twirling his long curly hair with the other hand. He yawned lazily, then stretched his waist and swayed back and forth a few times, as if
Doing radio gymnastics between classes.
Bei Mingxun looked sideways, his eyes moved slightly, with confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Get ready to fight." There was a hint of arrogance in the corner of Fannie's mouth. He pressed his right wrist with his left hand and twisted it back and forth a few times. There was a cool smile on his face: "It's rare to meet such a strong opponent.
, if you can break into the fourth prison, you must be very good at fighting, it would be nice to practice with me..."
Bei Mingxun didn't speak, he just looked at the tea cup in his hand, slightly absent-mindedly.
If the facts are as he speculated before, the guardian of the third prison is the clone of that person.
Then, the only one who can break through the three prisons... is him, Lucifer himself!