The wound on his arm made it more difficult for him to breathe than the hell he had gone through all the way.
It was a very clear tingling sensation.
Not because of anything or anyone.
Just because the little ruffian who always said he would protect him looked at him with guarded eyes...
The deep knife mark remained on his arm, dripping with blood.
Nangong Baiye was stunned, looking at the man in front of him in confusion.
He had waist-length silver hair that looked like moonlight, lingering on the tip of her nose, and the faint scent of sandalwood was cold.
Those charming amber eyes are extremely deep, as if you will fall deeply into them if you take one more look at them. They are like a mandala blooming in the middle of the night, exuding a depraved beauty.
There is absolutely no trace of human warmth on his body.
He was wearing a British 17th century or even older robe, with a silver mask on his face, like a nobleman who had just attended a carnival ball.
He is like the silver moon hanging high in the sky.
Cool, noble and elegant.
The kind of nonchalance that overwhelms everyone, or the extremely indifferent luxury and nobility, makes people feel silent, but at the same time, there is also a kind of confused trance.
A holy existence that does not belong to the mortal world... This was Nangong Baiye's first feeling.
The second feeling is, where is her son? There is no reason for such a high-quality man not to call her son out and show him.
The third feeling... He was so pulling to see what she was doing, but she couldn't eat it.
Wait, he seems to have fangs...
Damn it, what's going on!
Is this person a vampire?
She robbed a tomb and stole a vampire?
What did he want to do just now, suck her dry?
Nangong Baiye frowned, subconsciously raised the exorcism knife, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and gave a handsome smile. It was her style to be polite before fighting: "Sir, I think we need to communicate first. I am not a cunt. It tastes very bad, and... I'm afraid that when you eat me, you will knock those beautiful fangs of yours. Why don't we make a deal? You let me go, and give me some money by the way, and I'll buy it for you. Blood to drink?”
The man just looked at her, his beautiful eyes covered by his bangs, his robe rustling, without any movement.
Nangong Baiye couldn't see his expression, and she couldn't guess what the other person was thinking, but she knew that the man in front of her would definitely be terrifying if he moved his hands. It would be best if she could make peace with him. If not, she would have to use The knife speaks!
For a moment, the air seemed to stand still.
Nangong Baiye's vigilance was obvious.
Beiming Liancheng frowned, his fingers half-bent stiffly, and the cold wind stained his robe.
The mermaid is still singing.
His favorite Manzhu Shahua bloomed beside the other side of the river in full swing.
He finally got his wish and was reborn from purgatory.
However, he forgot about the half-curved little pet in his hand...
Beiming Liancheng moved his Adam's apple with difficulty, as if he tasted the bitter blood. Suddenly, he pressed Nangong Baiye under him, and his amber eyes glowed with ice-like light.
Whoosh!
Nangong Baiye thought he was going to bite her, so she almost subconsciously waved the exorcism knife in her hand.
But what she didn't expect was...
He didn't even hide.
The sharp blade passed through his left shoulder, pierced his robe, and penetrated into his butterfly bone.
The blood immediately penetrated his ascetic black holy robe. Because of the deep color, no trace of blood could be seen, but Nangong Baiye knew that the knife she stabbed was very deep.
No time to think.
She was embraced by a cold embrace.
He hugged her tightly, as if he was going to crush her, pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a low voice, "I told you I won't eat you, put your knife away."
Nangong Baiye didn't believe it. It was her nature to be suspicious, especially in front of the cunning vampires. Putting down the knife meant letting others slaughter her.
As if he had seen through what she was thinking, he stepped back a little, freed up his right hand with black gloves, pinched her chin, and asked with dark eyes, "You don't believe me?"
"Yes." Nangong Baiye never lied, looking at him with smiling eyes: "I should have no reason to believe you, right?"
Beiming Liancheng hummed, as if he was extremely tired, and said nothing more.
Nangong Baiye didn't understand what he meant, but it was really not a pleasant thing to be pressed down by a vampire like this.
I had no choice but to struggle with my hands, but received a warning look from him.
Nangong Baiye immediately stopped moving and stood there obediently holding up the body.
It took her a while to realize, why should she be afraid of him?
He is the one who is injured now. Why is she so obedient?
When did her body become so weird, doing whatever others say?
Nangong Baiye frowned and then became quiet. No matter what the situation was, she would analyze it rationally first...
Realizing her gradually softening attitude, Beiming Liancheng raised his eyes and looked deeply into Nangong Baiye's eyes.
The child's eyes were so clear and transparent that they reflected nothing except his reflection. They were still on guard and full of calculations.
She has always had a lot of little thoughts.
But never once would it be used on him...
It's different now.
She was telling him clearly.
She doesn't believe him.
Beiming Liancheng stiffened his straight back for a moment, and then stood up gracefully, as if he couldn't feel any pain. Blood dripped down his shoulders, but he just bent down and concentrated on using his cloak.
She wrapped it up and then carried it into her arms.
Nangong Baiye didn't show any surprise, just looked at him, with a look of interrogation in his narrow eyes: "Who are you?"
If this was a strange vampire, there would be no reason to be so nice to her. Wouldn't it be easier to just pierce her throat?
Or is it that vampires like to develop feelings before sucking people?
However, he actually looked at her as if she was a fool, and then said to her calmly: "The one you love."
The voice was deep, deep and almost transparent, clear and holy, but so flat that no emotion could be heard.
Although the man's well-shaped lips were slightly raised, his tone lacked the proper cadence, as if he was just stating a fact.
That delicate side face like an ice sculpture, set off by the noble and indifferent transparent sound quality, has an incredible reverberation effect...
It's just the person she loves.
How come she doesn't know?
Also, why did she fall in love with such a handsome man?
She just wanted to pull him over, pinch his ears and teach him a lesson!
That arrogant look with eyes that reach to the top of your head is too flat!
Nangong Baiye narrowed his shrewd eyes and was about to open his mouth, but was pushed into his arms.
When her thin lips touched the coldness on his body, which was still stained with blood, she frowned.
Beiming Liancheng's hand kept pressing her head. He didn't want to hear her talk anymore, especially he didn't want to hear her asking who he was...
He could indulge her in anything, but he couldn't always let her forget him.
He has never had any desire for anything or anyone, but he knows that he wants to keep watching every move of the person in his arms.
However, the feeling of regret is often formed unconsciously, lurking in the gaps of emotions like a virus, and by the time the infected person notices it, it has usually grown to the point where it can sting.
The carnival in the Temple of All Demons is still going on. A very long crimson hair paved the road ahead, ending in the solemn city wall.
A demon in a black servant uniform stood guard in front of the gate, as if checking people entering the hall.
Until I saw seventy-two black magic pillars standing on the ground.
Nangong Baiye's narrow eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth raised: "So you are not a vampire, but a devil."
As early as when she was reading the Bible, she had seen descriptions of the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons.
But after seeing it with my own eyes, I was still shocked by the magnificent building.
Speaking of which, this is all due to Lucifer.
If it weren't for him, such an elegant palace would not exist.
"Your Highness." Silla came over, her eyes moved slightly when she saw Beiming Liancheng's wounds, and then she set her sights on Nangong Baiye.
Nangong Baiye smiled at him, with one part politeness and one part ruffianism.
"You brought me here because you wanted other demons to devour me?" She leaned close to his ear, with provocation written in her eyes: "I remember that high-level demons like to feed souls. Could it be that in the demon world, this habit
Has it changed?"
Beiming Liancheng paused and looked down at her, his eyes colder than ever before: "Do you think I will let other demons touch you?"
Nangong Baiye was stunned.
She was just guessing. Why was the devil angry?
She smiled and said no more.
Beiming Liancheng's chest seemed to be pressed by some huge stone. She was very unfamiliar with his attitude.
In the past, she would act recklessly in his arms.
Now she would only give him this kind of polite smile, neither flat nor bland, just right...
Beiming Liancheng paused. As early as when he came in, the carnival demons had already looked in his direction. There were even many witches boldly expressing their love and admiration.
Although he wears a silver mask on his face, his innate aura of brilliance has led many people to guess his identity.
Their great and elegant Highnesses.
There was a touch of lingering in his eyes, and every demon was excited, but they didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of him.
There has never been any status distinction in the demon world. They regard the world as nothing, and everything starts from what they want.
In other words, as long as two people are in love, no matter who the other person is, they can have sex.
Therefore, every witch here hopes that those golden eyes will fall on her.
But they didn't have the courage to step forward, because Beiming Liancheng's cold aura had basically insulated everything.
But that indifferent handsome face makes people feel more and more that he is full of abstinence and wants his favor.