Nangong Baiye sat down blankly, looking at his hands as if he couldn't believe it.
She...killed the Demon Girl?!
Nangong Baiye reached out and grabbed his long hair tightly, and his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.
The dark corridor was slightly twisted and looked like it was submerged under water.
A tall red lantern hangs at the corner, its wick swaying, making it indescribably eerie.
Nangong Baiye lowered his head, hugged his legs, and slowly retracted into the corner, his neck felt cold...
At this moment, a figure quickly flashed past the door!
Nangong Baiye raised his head, but there was nothing in front of him...
Bang!
The old English clock in the corridor rang suddenly, making an increasingly ethereal sound.
It's so dry, mute, and astringent that the listeners feel terrified.
Nangong Baiye turned around in shock, and all his attention was drawn to the shaking old clock.
However, what she didn't know was that right behind Nangong Baiye, a pair of narrow and sinister eyes were staring at her secretly, with greed and appetite flowing in the blood-red pupils...
The tip of the man's inverted triangle tongue came out and slowly swept across his thin lips,
Next to his ears, there was a faint chuckle.
Nangong Baiye seemed to hear a snake spitting messages, hissing and hissing, getting closer and closer to her...
That's it now!
"By my fate, call my name." Nangong Baiye, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse, suddenly raised her eyes, and wind-like coldness burst out from her eyes, with a faint cold light and shrewdness: "Beiming Liancheng
, I order you to appear in front of me immediately!"
The wind direction in the air suddenly changed, and the black mist that swept in made the figure who was trying to rip out Nangong Baiye's internal organs suddenly froze in place: "You... were not fooled by me at all!"
"Ha." Nangong Baiye stretched out her hand, and bright red blood slipped from her fingertips and fell to the ground, forming an ancient mark. She half-curved her thin lips with a sneer at the corner: "It's my nature to be suspicious."
The dream demon looked at the wound on her finger and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You deliberately cut your hand before falling into the dream, just to wait for me to appear and then summon your god-killing god?"
"They say that dream demons are cunning. How can they catch you without paying a price?" Nangong Baiye smiled at him, his eyebrows deep.
The dream demon lowered his eyes and stuck out the tip of his tongue: "You and your god-killing quarrel are also acting for me?"
Nangong Baiye's voice was calm: "That's true...but he is not my God-killer."
"It's not God-killing? Haha, what is that?" The Dream Demon smiled sinisterly and licked his black fingertips. No matter what they were, he would devour them completely!
Nangong Baiye looked behind him and slowly raised his thin lips: "Maybe it's better to let him tell you himself."
The dream demon was startled. He followed her gaze and looked back. He saw a tall and straight figure walking out of the thick black fog. He was wearing a black robe and an ancient cloak, and the corners of his robe were covered from all sides.
The wind blew loudly, and feathers fell from his side one after another, slowly falling into the darkness. Countless mandala blossoms bloomed, rendering the entire corridor of the ancient building.
The dream demon's fingers froze slightly, then he burst out laughing, his handsome face slightly distorted: "Hey, he is another demon who serves humans in order to feed their souls."
His voice became a little trembling as the figure approached. Until he saw Beiming Liancheng's face clearly, the dream demon froze on the spot, and unprecedented fear welled up in the depths of his eyes, as if
The disbelief reached the extreme, a pointed tongue poked out from the corner of his mouth, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably: "You, you are..."
Beiming Liancheng still has a pale face and pure black clothes. The whole person seems to be born out of the ice and snow, cold and flawless. The ice-like face has no cracks, with an ascetic evil temptation and no emotion.
leaked out.
The dream demon's pupils tightened, and the sudden surge of soul power from his body caused the temperature of the entire room to drop instantly. The surrounding air was filled with an increasingly murderous aura, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking out at any moment.
However, Beiming Liancheng turned a blind eye to this. He gently half-squinted his eyes, and the corner of his mouth was half-smiling: "Long time no see, Dream Demon, you should know how much I hate it when others touch my soul."
He walked over with a handsome face, his flowing silver hair was looming in the moonlight, and he behaved as elegantly as a royal family.
However, the dream demon felt that what was coming was a bottomless black hole...
That indescribable feeling of fear and awe tightly wrapped his heart, as if pulling it toward the infinite depth of the earth and causing it to fall heavily...
You can’t go wrong!
He, he is...
"Pfft!" Unable to bear the impact of the huge soul power any longer, the Dream Demon held his chest, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He was going to tell Nie Long that the man had woken up, which was undoubtedly the worst for them.
But the news!
Sensing the rolling eyes of the dream demon, Nangong Baiye smiled and flashed over. Countless exorcism knives hung behind her, shining with golden light: "Want to escape? You made me have a nightmare like that, don't give up.
How can the price be paid?"
The dream demon squinted his eyes, and slashed hard at Nangong Baiye with his black claws filled with poisonous intent!
But before he could move, someone blocked his view. Beiming Liancheng looked at him coldly, pressed his black-gloved fingers on his arm, and then curled the corner of his mouth...
The dream demon saw that the person who was standing behind him immediately appeared in front of him, and his wrist was held by his fingers. He only heard a crisp "click" sound in his ears!
The bones and joints in his wrist are misaligned!
The dream demon's face twisted for a moment, and instead of retreating, he quickly changed direction, and his black claws went straight towards Beiming Liancheng's throat.
Beiming Liancheng didn't panic, just shook.
Before the dream demon could react, he followed the same pattern and grabbed his other wrist.
Click!
Just hearing that sound made Nangong Baiye feel pain.
The Dream Demon laughed, then collapsed on the ground with his cheek against the floor. His voice was hoarse and coughing: "Your Highness, if you kill me, the soul you are interested in will sleep in this dream forever...
…I didn’t expect that our great and noble Highness would actually make a contract with humans, hahaha, how ridiculous this is!”
"I really can't kill you." Beiming Liancheng slowly squatted down, looked at him with his eyes, and smiled evilly: "But I have thousands of ways to make your life worse than death..."
The dream demon's smiling mouth froze.
Beiming Liancheng's handsome face slowly approached, and his tone was unhurried: "Remove the dream, or I will pick out the meridians on your body one by one..."