Nangong Baiye didn't hesitate at all. She opened the curtain and was about to take action with the exorcism knife in her hand. However, she was stunned when she saw the scene behind the curtain. Her eyes swept over the props and fell on them.
On the only figure.
"Your Highness?"
Why is he here?
However, this man could actually stand up with the dignity of the British Church in a room overflowing with blood, which is really impressive.
The man wearing a cape with a sense of asceticism did not stand neatly, but leaned against the chaise longue, with his long legs touching the ground. He was indescribably elegant and noble. He also held a slender riding crop in his hand.
In his hand, this whip, which was originally used for training, suddenly took on the dignity and dignity of a conductor's baton.
Nangong Baiye couldn't help but be stunned.
But Beiming Liancheng just glanced at her lightly, his eyebrows were cold, and he casually gave her two words: "It's so slow."
Nangong Baiye was not annoyed and smiled angrily: "I forgot, His Highness should be able to teleport, right?"
"Yeah." Beiming Liancheng responded lazily, frowning at the sunlight that was not shining in outside: "Pull down the curtain."
Nangong Baiye looked at him, then looked at the sun outside, and put his finger down: "I thought demons were not afraid of the sun."
"It's not that I'm afraid." Beiming Liancheng slowly dusted off the non-existent dust on his body.
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "Since you came out of the demon world, you rarely appear during the day. You only jump back and forth at night. Isn't it because you are afraid?"
Beiming Liancheng looked at her deeply, then took a step forward, lifted up his black cloak, and exposed his fingers where the sunlight could shine.
hiss……
Nangong Baiye could almost hear the sound of his fingertips burning.
Subconsciously, she reached out her hand to cover his!
Beiming Liancheng looked at her movements. He was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, and then said seriously: "It's not because I'm afraid, it's because I'll get burned."
Nangong Baiye:......
What is the difference between that and fear!!!
Your Highness, are you telling a cold joke now...
Just when Nangong Baiye's eyes twitched slightly.
Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes, and his beautiful fangs poked out of his thin lips, with an unspeakable evil aura: "Sunshine is the only thing that can kill me."
Nangong Baiye pointed his fingers and murmured: "Lucifer will die too?"
"Since I fell into heaven and abandoned my identity as an angel, I can no longer enjoy the sunshine." Beiming Liancheng stretched his body without caring: "You have to know that Jehovah loves to do this kind of thing, ha, curse...
"
Nangong Baiye chuckled. The only person in the world who could say the name of God in a mocking tone was probably the man in front of him.
"So the sky in the demon world is all about you..."
Before Nangong Baiye could finish speaking, Beiming Liancheng interrupted her in a low voice: "Yes, it's an illusion created by me."
"What else do you want?" Nangong Baiye asked curiously.
Beiming Liancheng looked at her, one hand casually inserted into the pocket of his windbreaker, his angular jaw slightly raised, and his thin lips curved in an evil arc. The originally simple gesture made by him had an air of condescension.
The coldness: "I can do anything."
At that moment.
The sentence he had heard since childhood suddenly flashed through Nangong Baiye's mind.
"Always tell yourself, I can do anything!"
This is Lucifer!
Never has it felt so real as now.
The man in front of her is indeed the right wing of the god she has long admired, the most perfect Seraph...Lucifer!
"Let's have a fight sometime!" Nangong Baiye clenched his fists and suggested enthusiastically.
Well, this is a unique way for children to worship people o(□)o
However, Beiming Liancheng just looked at her clenched little fist, stretched out his hand, wrapped the child's hand, then pulled it over and stuffed both of them into his windbreaker pocket. His voice was neither calm nor calm: "Stop dreaming, it's time to go.
Already."
Nangong Baiye:......
I really can’t communicate with His Highness!
but……
"How many people know that you are afraid of the sun?" Nangong Baiye paused.
Beiming Liancheng raised a nice eyebrow and said in a graceful voice, "It's not that I'm afraid."
"Okay, okay, it's not fear." Nangong Baiye moved his hand and grasped the slender fingers tightly: "I mean, who knows about this curse?"
If you ask this question, it should be okay, right?
Nangong Baiye observed Beiming Liancheng's face and saw that he slightly raised his thin lips and smiled with bright eyes and white teeth, as if he was just happy because she had changed her words...
"Two." Beiming Liancheng's eyes were light: "Aside from Jehovah, it's you."
Hearing this, Nangong Baiye's back stiffened, and she couldn't describe what it felt like.
He exposed his greatest weakness in front of her.
Very early on, she heard Mr. Tang say that if a person dares to show his back to you, it can only prove one thing, that is, he believes in you more than he believes in himself.
He believes that you will never hurt him...
Nangong Baiye paused slightly, hesitating to speak, looking at the man's delicate profile like an ice sculpture, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips...
Beiming Liancheng let go of her hand and said in a cold voice: "The sun is still very bright outside, you go first."
"I'm waiting for you." Nangong Baiye smiled and raised his thin lips: "Anyway, you can teleport instantly, and it will be faster than me walking by myself."
Beiming Liancheng glanced at her, and after a while, he walked over and said in a slow tone: "Hold my waist."
"Hold your waist?" Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Don't you know magic? Can you teleport instantly?"
Beiming Liancheng said with an unchanging expression: "During the day, my body is relatively weak."
"Weak? Then how did you get in through the eyes of a group of moths just now?" Nangong Baiye whispered in disbelief.
Beiming Liancheng didn't say anything, just raised a nice eyebrow: "Do you want to walk back by yourself?"
"No." Nangong Baiye quickly raised his head: "I want to use teleportation." She has not tried this spell before.
Beiming Liancheng looked down at her and said in his usual commanding tone: "Then hold my waist."
"Oh." Nangong Baiye stretched out his arms, hugged the person firmly, and tightened his strength.
Beiming Liancheng caught the person who was throwing himself into his arms, and clasped Nangong Baiye's waist with his black-gloved fingers, his chin just enough to rest on her hair.
The two people's heights match each other very well, and it is very convenient for His Highness to move around.
He lowered his eyes slightly and gently kissed Nangong Baiye's head. With such a slight force, there was a tenderness and... loneliness that even he himself was not aware of.
He never thought that one day, when he wanted to hug her or kiss her, he would have to find such a reason.
It's something he doesn't understand to cherish, the way she clings to his waist and acts so naughty and dishonest.