The witches have already set their sights on the person in his arms. The hand holding the bone-white silver fan is shaking every now and then. She looks like an upper-class lady who only appears in British movies, with a dark look on her face.
The gauze was lifted, and his eyes were staring at Nangong Baiye with deep eyes.
Nangong Baiye shrugged disapprovingly, and took it as it came.
The Temple of Ten Thousand Demons is not an easy place to deal with.
She must think long and hard before she can escape.
I don’t know how Mr. Xiaomiao is doing now, whether he is obedient or not. He is like that. He invited ten masters, but he made nine of them go away in anger, and the remaining one didn’t even come o(
□)o
Recently, she has been wondering whether there was something wrong with her own education methods that caused the child's excessive precocity.
Um……
After she escapes, she must get rid of this problem.
Speaking of which, why did she want to rob the tomb this time?
Whose tomb was robbed?
Why is there no sign in her head?
My chest feels itchy and my stomach feels empty.
Are you hungry?
Nangong Baiye thought, his eyes did not stop, but slid through the layout of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace inch by inch, drawing a set of exquisite routes in his mind for action.
Beiming Liancheng held her in his arms and walked to the long wooden table. The table was covered with a black tablecloth and decorated with a few bouquets of red roses.
Unlike humans, what appears on the devil's table is not dishes and cakes, but buckets of blood and some fine wine.
He put her down, took one of the bottles of wine with his fingers, bit open it casually with his fangs, and leaned his enviably handsome back on the wooden chair. His thin lips were slightly raised, and there was a hint of resignation.
The delicate face like a doll added a hint of evil: "There is nothing to eat here, let's drink some wine to warm ourselves up."
Every time Nangong Baiye goes out, her son doesn't tell her anything else. He only tells her one thing: never drink.
At that time, classmate Xiaomiao was still wearing his little glasses. He was sitting on the wooden chair like a little adult, pushing up with his fingers, and his fangs were slightly exposed.
Although she is also very greedy for wine, there is a saying that says well, if you don't listen to your children, you will suffer the consequences.
This wine.
She still stopped drinking.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. It's a pity that I don't know how to drink." Nangong Baiye smiled with eyes that were neither humble nor overbearing.
It's not like Beiming Liancheng didn't notice her alertness.
He knew from the beginning that she was a cunning cat.
Anything she thinks is dangerous will be scratched by anyone who comes near it.
However, after being pampered by her like that, he actually felt that this claw was too painful to scratch...
In the past, she would never have plotted against him.
After drinking, he thought the stone pillars in the Demon Palace were him, stupidly hugging one there and then another.
But now, he is not in her eyes at all.
Beiming Liancheng felt his chest convulsing violently, and even his internal organs were turned into a ball. After a long time, he put down the wine in his hand and smiled lightly: "If you don't know how to drink, just drink it. I'll ask someone to give it to you later."
You make a boiled fish."
Boiled fish?
What is that?
The witches looked at each other in confusion.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
His Highness has always been indifferent and elegant towards others. When has he ever been so indulgent to anyone?
Nangong Baiye smiled and said nothing, but his pupils narrowed thoughtfully, why did this devil know that she likes to eat boiled fish...