312 The Seventh Highness Takes Over the Demon Palace Again
312 His Majesty the Seventh Prince, regains control of the Demon Palace
"So women are stupid. No matter how smart a woman is, she loses her ability to think in front of the word love." Fannie looked down at his feet arrogantly, his red robe overflowing.
The fallen angel gave him a strange look: "What are you unhappy about?"
"When did I say I was unhappy?" Fannie stood up the staff in his hand, and countless cracks appeared on the ground.
The fallen angel looked down at the seams, shrugged indifferently, and the wings behind him trembled slightly with his movements: "You're not unhappy, it's me, okay?"
Panni didn't say anything, his ruby-like eyes were wide open.
Will that stupid woman still keep talking about love?
like?
That's something the devil doesn't need.
What's more, he is that person.
Seraph, who has been smiling since he was born, and is aloof.
Not even Jesus can compare with him.
Which angel in the whole world was born with a smile?
You should cry a few times if you want to.
But he was different, his thin lips were slightly hooked, with an arc.
Some people say that Lucifer's rebellion may have been present since he was born. He brought the brilliance of hope and the elegance of nobility, but also brought an unruly nature that no one could tame.
This is one of the reasons why people who later read the Bible did not find it strange that he abandoned the glory of being the deputy king of heaven, led a third of the angels to rebel, and chose to fall to earth and become a demon.
Even when he was born with a smile on his face, what else could he not dare to do?
No……
Because he has always been omnipotent.
The seventh prison.
The Temple of Ten Thousand Demons stands majestically at the foot of the volcano, winding its way to the bank of the Solo River. No sunlight can shine there, and the thick fog obscures everything.
Countless long and pointed roofs stand in the sky, bustling and cold.
Beiming Liancheng's slightly curly long hair flowed vertically down with the cloak, sweeping over the cold steps and the burgundy expensive carpet.
The last floor is a carved coffin. In the black coffin, you can faintly see the sleeping appearance of the person inside.
He wears half a silver mask, with long feathers of the same color on both sides. The thin lips under the bright mask are slightly raised, with an evil smile that is not a smile.
He was wearing a robe dyed black, half as white as snow and half as black as ink.
Even the six wings behind him are the same. The radiant left wing, the pure black and evil right wing, and the rich color difference give people an indescribable shock.
His hands were wearing black gloves and were folded elegantly on his chest. Right on his chest, there was a huge cross across his back, which was firmly nailed to the coffin.
Beiming Liancheng stopped and narrowed his amber eyes.
The cross was destroyed inch by inch and shattered into rubble.
The black robe was raised, and when he turned around, there was already a half-silver mask on his face, and his wings were completely stained with pitch black ink.
Sin comes from now on...
The devil world is completely boiling!
Under hell, thousands of miles of sky.
The Ten Thousand Demons Hall had a whole carnival for three days and three nights.
However, their great ruler seemed to be as lazy as ever. He did not appear at the carnival feast, but stood at the top of the Temple of All Demons, overlooking everything in the demon world.
Silla stood behind him, looking at Nangong Baiye in his arms, hesitating to speak: "Your Highness, you don't need to act in the future. After all, you hate human beings so much, why don't you leave Miss Baiye to your subordinates?"
Beiming Liancheng listened quietly, with no trace of ripples on his side face like an ice sculpture.
Give her to someone else?
When this thought came to mind, Beiming Liancheng felt that his heart was empty and painful.
"Go down." He said coldly, without looking at Silla.
Silla frowned: "Your Highness, Miss Bai Ye is not suitable to stay here."
"I'll say it again, get down." Beiming Liancheng's amber pupils narrowed slightly, and there were several loud popping noises. The bright crystal lamps fell from both sides one after another, falling straight to the marble floor. Broken into petals one after another.
Silla felt the coldness in the air and did not dare to say another word. She just bent over and stepped back step by step...
"It's no use getting angry at him." In the chaotic night, the gentle Bei Mingxun walked out of the flickering light. He was covered in silver fur and looked a bit like the protagonist in a comic. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It brought out waves of low taunting: "You should have known from the beginning that since you chose to be reborn, you are destined to lose her."
Beiming Liancheng raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly. He didn't say anything. He just hugged Nangong Baiye and continued to look down at everything under his feet.
"Have you forgotten?" Bei Mingxun took a step forward, then leaned on the stone pillar, turned his face sideways, and smiled: "The curse of Jehovah on you. You can have supreme power, but at the same time you can't get it. "Your Highness, how long has it been since you saw the sun? How long has it been since you didn't know what you wanted?"
Beiming Liancheng spoke this time, and simply gave him one word: "Get out."
"Haha." Bei Mingxun's eyes suddenly tightened, and the gentleness on his face was replaced by evil: "One day, I will snatch her away from your arms. I believe that day will not be far away. After all, she already regretted it."
Beiming Liancheng turned his head, his deep and narrow eyes were like broken ice: "You won't have that chance."
"Really? That's not necessarily true..." The light flickered, and Bei Mingxun's figure was no longer there. It turned out to be just a phantom.
The real him is still standing in the desert not far from the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, with a round sandalwood table in front of him, with a chessboard and a purple clay teapot placed on the round table.
He held a black chess piece on his slender fingers. As it fell with a snap, his eyes slowly dimmed...
As early as the beginning, he had given Nangong Baiye a warning.
But she turned a blind eye to his warning.
The so-called fifth hell does not have to exist here.
Wherever the human heart is, there is purgatory.
From the moment they entered the cemetery, he opened the fifth prison.
Everyone is his pawn
It would have been very successful.
But he still underestimated her intelligence and attention to details.
His plan was thoroughly analyzed in front of her.
He thought that in this case, she must be a suspicious person.
That's why he kept repeating the code word in her ears.
Bei Mingxun still doesn't understand why she still chose to enter the desert.
She is not afraid that she will lose her soul in the end.
In fact, she already regrets it now, doesn't she?
Even he had not expected the identity of that person.
After all, what is more cruel than devouring is...using.