Only by compensating her physical strength, her chances of escaping will be higher.
Nangong Baiye walked to the dark red double bed and rested for a while. She was about to get up when she suddenly felt the bed shake. He who had disappeared had already put one hand beside her head and sat on the bed.
He didn't stand up completely, his upper body was tilted, just above her body.
The long silver-white curly hair fell along the side of his face, making his features look colder and more beautiful.
He was very close to her.
The cold breath he exhaled hit her face bit by bit.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of her black hair. There seemed to be something ignited in those narrow eyes. Under the straight and straight bridge of his nose, his thin lips parted slightly: "I'm going out and I'll be back soon."
Nangong Baiye didn't speak, and it was obvious that the other party wouldn't give her a chance to speak. In the blink of an eye, smoke filled the air, and she was the only one left in the house.
Nangong Baiye was very happy that the devil left, because it helped her escape better.
After all, his existence is a strong sense of oppression...
Wow!
The sound of the river churning.
Emerging from the dim River Styx in Beiminglian City, his long silver-white hair was dyed with pitch-black ink, hitting him wetly. The dyed water droplets not only did not affect his handsomeness, but also added a touch of wildness to him.
of charm.
Sheila stood on the shore, her robe overflowing, her thick eyebrows slightly twisted.
Although His Highness loves this river the most, he hates getting even a little bit of river water.
Today I went down to the river myself, as if I was looking for something.
Probably looking for a soul.
Because there is nothing else in the River Styx except souls.
"Your Highness." Silla handed the black towel she had prepared long ago in front of Beiming Liancheng, raised her hands slightly, and lowered her eyes slightly.
Beiming Liancheng didn't answer, letting the river water spread over his robe and mix with the blood on his chest.
Not found.
There is no soul of her here.
"Your Highness." Silla's eyes fell on his chest, her thick eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Your wounds need to be cleaned."
Beiming Liancheng walked past him, his long black robe hanging straight to the ground, like a European nobleman from the ancient century, his voice was cold and cold: "No need."
Silla didn't say any more, holding the cleaning tools in both hands, and followed Beiming Liancheng respectfully.
He knew that no one could change His Highness's decision.
Snap...
Nangong Baiye listened to the sound of the window lock. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he was about to jump out.
The wooden door behind him opened.
Beiming Liancheng stood there, looking at her wetly. After understanding what she wanted to do, he raised his thin lips and said, "You want to run away?"
His voice was low and deep, like an echo coming from deep underground.
Although he did not become furious, and his attitude was even polite to the point of elegance, Nangong Baiye could still clearly detect the cold anger hidden in his steady voice.
At this moment, the aura around him was no longer gentle, but contained an icy coldness.
He is a smart and noble man, with a frown and a pursed lips, full of nobility.
Finally, he even raised his thin lips in a half-smile.
Nangong Baiye looked into those deep and intense amber pupils, and the transparent and dusty feeling in the past disappeared, replaced by a coldness that pierced the flesh and bones.
The look in her eyes that could not be ignored or escaped was like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, making her unable to move.
Seeing that handsome face that could charm so many women slowly approaching him, Nangong Baiye froze uncomfortably...