The figure slowly walked over, his black hair dyed with moonlight mercury, sliding across his handsome and evil profile, hanging down on both sides.
He tilted his face, picked up Nangong Xiaomiao in the formation with one hand, and put it in his arms. He looked at Nangong Rongguang opposite with cold eyes, and the light from the white snow scattered on his face in pieces.
His perfect outline is outlined in depth or shallowness, which is the ultimate temptation and danger...
In an instant, the copper wires wrapped around Nangong Xiaomiao's body turned into a thick jet black.
The Onmyojis opened their eyes wide and looked at the things in their palms in disbelief, with an unknown fear welling up in their hearts...
There has never been a demon that could attack under the triple exorcism array!
Even high-level demons can't stand such a formation!
This man, who is he?
"Your Highness..." A flash of light flashed across Hei Si's paralyzed little face.
Your Highness?
Those onmyojis who had never seen Beiming Liancheng froze when they heard this title.
Only Nangong Rongguang's eyes darkened, and a layer of white light rose in his indifferent black eyes.
He had long noticed that there was a demonic aura in the capital, but he never guessed that the person exuding such a strong aura would be the Seventh Prince in the palace who ignored the secular world...
The onmyojis did not dare to act rashly anymore, as if they were waiting for Nangong Rongguang's order.
Nangong Rongguang's eyes were half-squinted, and his white fur robe was overflowing. Before he could figure out the formation to besiege Beiminglian City.
Just under his feet, a tiny crack had opened in the blue stone road, spreading slowly and slowly, like a small stream of black blood flowing crookedly under the ice.
In the cold wind, Beiming Liancheng's delicate and stern face had an evil spirit that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. The pure black robe reflected a ghostly luster in the moonlight, making it look like a bird flying through the air.
The ghost of the night, whose narrow amber eyes reflected the panic of human beings on the verge of death. The golden circuit flowing in the pupils illuminated his fair profile, full of a charming feeling, like some kind of powerful
The power, the most beautiful miracle...
The cracks in the ground are getting bigger and bigger, and the black mist is swallowing their ankles. The onmyojis feel an unprecedented coldness, as if they are trapped in hell and cannot escape!
Amidst the screams, Nangong Rongguang jumped up, with cold needles brewing in his palms, and pierced Beiming Liancheng's body like lightning!
"Seize the soul!" After seeing this move, all the onmyojis sighed and breathed a deep sigh of relief for their situation. They... were saved!
Soul-catching is the most profound soul method among the Yin-Yang methods. It allows the Onmyoji to have more powerful soul power than demons. Most people can't understand the mystery, let alone use it.
No, I shouldn’t say ordinary people.
But in the whole world, only Nangong Rongguang can use such a soul method.
No matter whether it is a high-level demon or the god of death in the underworld, they can only be captured in front of Soul Capture!
But what they didn't know was that the person who was really afraid was Nangong Rongguang.
When he thrust his soul power into Beiming Liancheng's body, his soul power that was supposed to bind Zhongbeiming Liancheng disappeared without a trace the moment it entered his body!
In comparison, the soul power contained in Beiming Liancheng's body was like an endless ocean, rolling huge waves wantonly towards him, like boiling water, but extremely cold.
It's like countless sharp knives are flying and cutting inside the body...
Nangong Rongguang withdrew his hand in shock, with a pale and solemn expression on his face.
He couldn't believe what happened in just a few seconds. His soul power seemed to be swallowed up by a huge monster whose size could not be estimated. What was even more frightening was that if he did not take back his hand in time, the soul power in his body would definitely be destroyed.
It will be swallowed up completely in an instant.
Even his years of cultivation will be destroyed in one day!
Beiming Liancheng... what kind of monster is he...
Although the onmyojis didn't know what happened, looking at Nangong Rongguang with a solemn expression in front of them, as if they had seen a ghost, their worries were raised in their throats again!
Beiming Liancheng just smiled, and approached Nangong Rongguang like a charm. Golden lines appeared in his eyes, and his huge soul power surged into huge waves, and his long legs were slightly raised!
Nangong Rongguang's eyes flashed, and with a "swish" sound, he jumped backwards, then turned over in the air and fell, kneeling on the ground with one foot. The ground under his knees cracked countless gaps, and the wind blew his holy
The robe was billowing endlessly.
Nangong Rongguang could no longer resist the surging airflow in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat.
The onmyojis gasped, their eyes filled with deep fear.
Nangong Rongguang's ability in the Yin-Yang world is obvious to all, and it has been difficult to produce such a talented Yin-Yang master for decades.
However, he, who had never been defeated before, actually...lost!
The onmyojis raised their heads and looked at Beiming Liancheng, who had a calm and cold face. His eyes were constantly swaying, and his hands and feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.
No demon has ever given them such a strong sense of oppression.
The strangest thing is that Beiming Liancheng's body has a touch of cleanliness that ordinary demons don't have.
clean?
How can a sinful devil be clean?
Nangong Rongguang shook his head, resting his palms on the cold white snow, his vision began to blur...
Just when Beiming Liancheng raised his hand and wanted to take away his life.
A smiling voice suddenly sounded from the darkness: "It's best not to let meow smell the blood now..."
Beiming Liancheng paused with his fingers, and looked behind him with his thin lips slightly hooked.
Under the swaying shade of the tree, Boss Pei is dressed in a pure white Tang suit with a Chinese stand-up collar, and a black fur collar cloak, giving people the feeling of an ancient scholar, with an elegant and dusty atmosphere, and smiles lightly
.
Beiming Liancheng raised a nice eyebrow: "Pei family?"
"Your Highness has good taste." Boss Pei walked over.
Beiming Liancheng spoke calmly: "The Pei family is easy to recognize."
"Oh? Why?" Boss Pei's face showed rare interest. He wanted to hear why the Pei family was so easy to recognize.
Beiming Liancheng placed Nangong Xiaomei in the creaking nest and said in a cold voice: "It smells like copper, so it's easy to recognize."
Boss Pei:......
"Haha." Boss Pei reached out and dusted the non-existent dust on his sleeves.
The parrot sitting on his shoulder had its fur all over its body. He was angry. He must be angry!
The scariest thing about him is that he doesn't show it when he's angry, and he still smiles softly. It's so abnormal and terrifying!
"If Your Highness wants to suppress the demonic nature in Xiaomei's body, come with me." Boss Pei said a word and disappeared into the night...
This may be difficult for ordinary people to track, but for Beiming Liancheng, it is a piece of cake.
The Rosemary Tower was left far behind, and two figures, one black and one white, moving as fast as meteors, pulled a blur of light between the ancient streets and alleys.
Hei Sihu stood there with a small face, and at his feet lay a dozen onmyojis.
When the witch led a group of boys and girls over, they saw this scene.
The boys and girls were stunned for a moment, then their noses moved.
"It smells like His Highness."
"Your Highness is back!"
"Don't lie, there is no sign of His Highness anywhere!"
"His Highness must be back. If you don't believe me, ask the young master of the Hei family!"
When Hei Si heard someone talking about him, his dark eyes shot over.
The chattering boys and girls shut their mouths instantly, feeling somewhat breathless from the invisible pressure.
"Do you know anyone named Pei?" Hei Si, always smart, asked the answer he wanted in a concise and concise manner.
But when the boys and girls heard the surname Pei, they all exploded.
"The Pei family? That exorcist family that enjoys killing ghosts!"
"Oh! I don't want to hear that last name!"
"The Pei family especially likes to hunt us. It's very wrong! It's not friendly at all!"
"The Pei family is very evil, don't mess with them!"
Bang!
Hei Si took the wooden stick and stabbed it hard on the ground. He was full of martial energy: "I just want to know the location of the Pei family. If you talk nonsense again, we will fight!"
When they heard the word duel, the boys and girls didn't dare to say anything anymore, and obediently reported a list of addresses.
The night was dark, and large flakes of snow fell from the air, falling on the dilapidated signboard. The signboard was made of sandalwood, but it was so dilapidated that it often made people worry that it would not be able to hold up and fall from the door...
…
Inside the house, there are countless jewelry, calligraphy and paintings dazzlingly displayed. In the center is a fine mahogany square table, with four or five lotus-shaped blue and white porcelain tea cups placed on the table.
Boss Pei picked up one of the bottles and slowly played with it on his fingertips. The corners of his mouth curved slightly: "It seems that His Highness has recovered his memory and his soul and body have become one."
Beiming Liancheng hummed softly, leaned lazily on the wooden chair, and casually lifted the cloak off the little man's body with one hand.
Nangong Xiaomiao is still sleeping, or it could be said that Beiming Liancheng put him to sleep.
If he continues to lose his consciousness, Xiaomiao will most likely turn into a massacre and kill everyone in Beijing.
Many underage vampires and demons will always drink continuously when they go berserk.
They won't make you feel scared, and even when they smile sweetly, they can bite your throat out and then suck it greedily.
They are just hungry children. In their eyes, those humans are like bottles filled with milk, just for drinking.
Their appetites are even greater than those of adult demons and vampires.
Because they have no concept of good and evil, let alone the reason to suppress their instincts.
Just like the little meow now, leaning softly in Beiming Liancheng's arms, with his thumb in his mouth, his white little fangs sticking out, he is so handsome and flawless, sucking his thumb from time to time, a pair of
A little creature waiting to be fed.
Beiming Liancheng frowned slightly, holding him with one hand with a cool look on his face, very much like an international dad.
Of course his actions were not very gentle.
To His Majesty the Seventh Prince, gentleness and all that are irrelevant. Only by posing handsomely and elegantly is it in line with his aesthetics.
Boss Pei looked at him and smiled again, with a hint of sinisterness in his smile: "In other words, Tou Ye gave his heart to His Majesty, which is really touching..."
Beiming Liancheng raised his eyes and glanced at him slowly.
Boss Pei took a sip of tea and continued: "However, I guess the current Tou Ye will not love anyone anymore."
Suddenly, Beiming Liancheng's amber pupils narrowed and he looked at him with an evil smile: "You seem to know a lot of things."
"As a human being, I do know more about the world than Your Highness." Boss Pei's slender fingers clasped on the porcelain cup: "A person without a heart cannot love anyone anymore. She will lose all memories about you..."
Beiming Liancheng's fingers hidden under his long sleeves slowly clenched.
But Boss Pei smiled: "His Highness has subconsciously taken advantage of Tuiye from the very beginning. This was originally a trap set by His Highness, wasn't it?"
Beiming Liancheng's eyes turned completely cold.
Boss Pei seemed completely unaware of the atmosphere around him. Although all the celadon and bronze wares around him were floating in the air, he still drank the tea in his cup calmly.
Beiming Liancheng's profile was as sharp as a knife without any ripples, but his chest felt like it was being pulled back and forth by invisible threads, making it painful.
"These are silver earrings that have been splashed with holy water." Boss Pei took out an exquisite earring from his arms and placed it on the table: "However, this can only temporarily suppress the demonic nature of Xiao Meow's body. The one who came from the capital recently
The miasma is getting worse and worse, and the evil dragon should have successfully conceived. Soon, she will release the demons and monsters sealed under the earth's crust to cover her up, so that she can successfully escape the devil's night. The miasma will definitely affect her by then.
Little cats, not just little cats, even vampires will be affected. Good ghosts will become evil ghosts, and evil ghosts will devour humans even more crazily..."
Beiming Liancheng stretched out his hand, twisted the sleeve of his right hand, and smiled evilly with his thin lips: "It sounds good, the feast of exorcism and dancing is coming soon. I think that by then, no one will say that Xiaomiao is
Monster. After all, when everyone becomes the same kind as you, there will be no aliens."
Boss Pei:...Is this how we should understand it?
Beiming Liancheng ignored the other party's gaze and fastened the exquisite silver earrings on the little cat's pointed ears with his slender fingers.
Then he took his hand back, and his ring finger ran over his thumb, giving it a crisp slap.
Snap...
Nangong Xiaomiao groaned and rubbed her sleepy eyes vigorously with her two little paws.
Then, he slowly faced Beiming Liancheng's face.
"Evil daddy!" Nangong Xiaomiao grabbed his collar, showing her fangs: "You always tell me where you abducted my mother, meow!"
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