Nangong Baiye had heard about it a long time ago. It was said that he was handsome in life, had a cold temperament, and regarded the world as nothing.
"The people in Mo are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world."
This is probably the type of man I'm talking about.
Nangong Baiye lowered his eyes and saw that the moonlight was shining faintly on the man, and his perfect body shape was outlined in depth or shallowness, both righteous and evil, shaped like a knife and an axe.
Those eyes were both ruthless and affectionate, making people look at them again and again, as if they were in the abyss, hopeless.
Really handsome.
But why did the old man accept a vampire as his disciple?
This doesn't make sense.
Although the master has never mentioned it to her, no one in the world knows that the exorcist master has only one disciple, and that is His Highness the Seventh Prince in the palace.
Could it be that the old man didn't know his identity?
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes.
Speaking of which, if Xiaomiao hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have noticed anything wrong with this man.
The other party's Taoism is too high, beyond my imagination...
If that's the case.
Didn’t he know Xiaomiao’s identity?
After all, mortals cannot intervene in the interaction between vampires.
Nangong Baiye thought deeply. She didn't understand why this man could still remain calm after seeing through Xiaomiao.
Finally, she came to a conclusion.
That's because this man is too enigmatic.
Not only is he inscrutable, he also has a vicious tongue!
"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking so happily, huh?" The cold breath blew behind her ears, bringing a familiar chill.
When Nangong Baiye went back, the man's arrogant and bewitching eyes were half raised, with a strong sense of oppression. Coupled with his sharp white teeth, it was easy for people to think of the word devil.
"I was thinking that if I just take a walk, I could meet my senior brother." She smiled, very endearingly: "What a fate."
Beiming Liancheng also laughed, but compared to Nangong Baiye's clear smile, it was more cold: "Junior sister, do you think I will believe what you say?"
Nangong Baiye didn't say anything, he turned around and ran away, showing his excellent Qinggong.
Beiming Liancheng was not in a hurry. He watched her fly up, then stretched out his ivory-white hand, grabbed her ankle, and pulled hard!
Nangong Baiye fell completely into his arms, his posture was very ambiguous.
Beiming Liancheng smiled lowly, and his fangs rubbed her neck, bringing out the slightest tingling: "Now that we have met, we should keep in touch and strengthen our relationship, don't you think? Junior sister."
"Why don't you, senior brother, put away your teeth first? We will contact you slowly." Nangong Baiye put his backhand against his heart, still using the exorcism knife.
Beiming Liancheng smiled, with an evil spirit brewing in the corners of his eyes.
I don't know when those bats flew away.
The thick fog also lightened up.
Beiming Liancheng let go of his hand and resumed his aloof and elegant posture. His black robe did not attract any dust.
Nangong Baiye also put away the dagger, his dark eyes were half-curved, and he still looked like he shouldn't be smiling.
She loves to laugh.
Normally, no matter how beautiful a woman is, only men like her.
But Nangong Baiye was different. Those narrow eyes were warm and smiling, three parts handsome and one part gentle.
Regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, he will probably feel relieved when he sees her for the first time.
However, this does not include His Highness the Seventh Vampire.
He reached out and poked Nangong Baiye's cheek again.
"Senior brother, what are you doing?" Nangong Baiye had long wanted to ask what was wrong with this man, poking her like a stuffed toy.
Beiming Liancheng's thin lips were half-curved, and he lazily spit out three words: "Test the food."
Nangong Baiye:......
"The skin is not smooth enough." He was still disgusted!!
Nangong Baiye smiled with a dimple and showed a middle finger very gracefully!
Dry!
Beiming Liancheng smiled evilly: "What does this mean?"
"Oh, no, it's our first time meeting you. I would like to greet you." Nangong Baiye said it sincerely.
Beiming Liancheng said with a gentle expression, "Really?"
"Yeah." Nangong Baiye looked calm.
Little did I know.
The next second, the man also stretched out his hand and made the same gesture towards her!
"Greetings to you." Beiming Liancheng's thin lips were slightly raised, standing in the fog, elegant like a noble prince.
Nangong Baiye's mouth froze slightly:...Greetings to your sister!
Seeing her like this, Beiming Liancheng stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked her sexy thin lips.
For such a soul, the blood must be very sweet.
However, he didn't plan to suck her dry right now.
A good soul should be raised slowly.
Wait until the moment when she is moved, that feeling will be the most wonderful...
It's been too long since I've hunted.
Just make a special case for this little thing.
Who made her his "junior sister"...
"Senior brother, you know if you smile like this, it will give people a bad association?" Nangong Baiye looked at the man with clear black and white eyes.
Beiming Liancheng curled his lips: "What association?"
"You want to kill me." Nangong Baiye said bluntly.
Beiming Liancheng stretched out his hand and twirled her long hair with his fingertips. His posture was very lazy, like a royal family who had just woken up: "Don't I love you very much now? Little Junior Sister."
"Then I'm really flattered." Nangong Baiye took his hair back, his eyes flashed suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and like him, poked the man's face.
Beiming Liancheng pushed her away with overwhelming anger: "I remember I said, don't touch me with your hands that have been stained with corpses."
"Huh?" Nangong Baiye looked at the figure who turned around and was about to disappear into the thick fog, and asked knowingly: "Brother, we haven't finished communicating with each other yet. Why are you leaving so early?"
"Go take a bath!" The night wind sent three cold words, as hard as iron.
Nangong Baiye smiled and raised his thin lips. As expected, this man had very strict requirements for cleanliness...
However, the feel of that face is so fake!
Is it human skin?
Is this man wearing another human skin?
No wonder I have to be afraid of the sun, it turns out I have taken measures.
Nangong Baiye smiled bitterly, Master, what kind of senior brother did you accept for me?
It's just killing people.
The murderer was still behind. As soon as Nangong Baiye returned to the inn, a man in a black cloak knocked on her door.
The visitor held a bowl of iceberg and snow lotus respectfully in his hand, and at his feet was a box of rose petals.
There was no expression on his face, filled with black mist: "His Highness said, let Miss Bai Ye take good care of her skin and wash it clean."
"Go back and tell your Highness that I am grateful to his whole family." Nangong Baiye closed the door with a smile, his action was very polite.
Nangong Xiaomiao came over wearing little slippers and said, "Mom, someone gives you flowers, why don't you want them?"
"He wants to fatten me up so that he can bite me." Nangong Baiye put his hands behind his head, lying on the bed with his legs crossed, and his expression was quite leisurely: "I will take care of you, mother."
Put it to his mouth yourself, stupid."
Nangong Xiaomiao lay on her body, played with it for a while, and said to herself: Hasn't it already been brought to her mouth?
"Mother." The little man's voice was small.
Nangong Baiye answered confusedly: "Huh?"
"Xiao Miao will protect you." The little man promised, patting his chest.
Nangong Baiye patted his little head: "Be good."
"Then can I raise a Hei Xiaosi?" The little man began to put forward his true intention.
Nangong Baiye yawned: "What are you raising for?"
"eat!"
Nangong Baiye:......
…
The night outside the window fell as the mother and son talked, in a heated Buddhist hall in Nangong Garden, a hundred meters away.
A woman wearing a white fur coat and an jade bracelet on her hand was none other than Nangong Rui'er's biological mother, Mrs. Su.
She knocked on the wooden fish with a calm expression. While knocking, she asked in a faint voice: "I heard that the girl is back?"
"Yes, mother." Nangong Ruier smiled and handed over the hot tea in her hand.
Su didn't answer: "I also heard that she has a martial spirit and made a bet with Yan'er."
"Don't worry, mother, my daughter already has a plan." Nangong Rui'er's eyes darkened: "Not only will she not win this time, she will also suffer a big fall!"
Su nodded, put down the wooden fish, and took the tea: "What are you going to do?"
"Start with the people around her!" Nangong Ruier laughed coldly: "The scholar in black is a good target."
"Very good." Mrs. Su stretched out her hand and stroked Nangong Rui'er's long hair with a smile: "Rui'er, just remember to play with her casually. You will be a noble concubine in the future, so don't get too much on your hands.
There is so much blood, Nangong Baiye is here to train you, your eyes must still be on His Highness Seventh, he will be choosing a concubine soon, you must protect this opportunity, do you understand?"
Hearing the words His Highness Seventh Prince, Nangong Rui'er's face turned slightly rosy: "My daughter understands..."