Beiming Liancheng's clenched fingers suddenly stiffened, and his back became a little stiff.
After Bei Mingxun finished speaking, he walked upstairs.
In the vast white mist, Beiming Liancheng suddenly smiled. He looked at Beiming Xun's back, the corners of his mouth curved an evil arc, and his fingers with black gloves slowly slid across his thin lips, letting that smile
Becoming even more cold and bewitching...
As if he realized something, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the window.
When someone caught him peeking, Nangong Baiye didn't avoid him. Instead, he smiled at him ruthlessly, almost whistling to tease him.
I always think this man is too good-looking.
With his face as delicate as an ice sculpture, even the heavy snow flying in the sky did not bury the nobleness on his body. Instead, it gave people a visual impact, just like an ancient god. Even this city was regarded as
Set off his background.
In particular, the black robe he wore had a bit of the flavor of an English earl, making him look like a real aristocrat, elegant, indifferent, and aloof.
Nangong Baiye couldn't help but rub his chin and thought, how much money would he have to sell for a night if he wanted to be a waiter?
"What are you thinking about?" A gravel-like low tone slowly passed by his ears.
Nangong Baiye blurted out without thinking: "I was thinking about how much money that man could be sold for. Hey, it must be very expensive."
After saying that, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Then, he turned around suddenly.
No, nothing...
"It's so dangerous." Nangong Baiye let out a long breath, because it was the man who just spoke to her, and this joke was really not very fun.
"I heard it all." The voice rang again, with a unique arrogance and coldness: "Are you thinking how much money I can sell for you? Junior sister, when you regain your memory, I will bite your head open.
Look, what’s inside, is it dregs of tofu?”
Nangong Baiye suddenly turned around and looked out the window again, with a shrewd look in his eyes: "Can you transmit sounds through the air?"
"Yeah." Beiming Liancheng responded casually.
Nangong Baiye became interested: "How did you do it?"
"Come down and I'll teach you." Beiming Liancheng's voice lowered.
Nangong Baiye raised a nice eyebrow: "How can I be sure that you won't do anything to me?"
"Afraid?" Beiming Liancheng chuckled.
Of course, Nangong Baiye heard the contempt in that, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "The method of provoking generals is useless to me, why don't you tell me how you can transmit sound through the air?"
"Just adjust it to be consistent with your thoughts." Beiming Liancheng obviously didn't think there was anything good to say.
Nangong Baiye smiled playfully: "It sounds like a wireless phone."
but……
"Did you just call me junior sister?" Nangong Baiye picked up a cup of hot tea. If you listen carefully, you can find that her voice is a little louder now than before.
Beiming Liancheng took off the blood-stained glove on his left hand and put it aside. His amber eyes reflected the snow crystals in the snow: "You go around here just because you want to ask this? Ha, that's right, you
She is my junior sister."
"But I don't know you." Nangong Baiye searched for the figure of the man in his mind, only to feel that his chest was empty for a while, and there was nothing else.
The sound in his ears stopped, and just when Nangong Baiye thought that the other party would not speak, a low and hoarse voice came over: "You are so stupid that you have lost your memory. There is nothing you can do about it."
The corner of Nangong Baiye's mouth twitched: "Has anyone ever told you that you really don't know how to chat!"
"Yes." Beiming Liancheng's word sounded like a sigh.
Nangong Baiye looked like I knew it, gloating: "Who speaks so viciously?"
"You." Beiming Liancheng threw the word over.
Nangong Baiye:......
If I had known better, I wouldn't have said the word "poison"!
Did this man do it on purpose?
No more chatting!
"Why aren't you talking?" The man's voice still sounded so indifferent and lazy.
Nangong Baiye: ...If we continue talking, I will be pissed off by you!
"Okay, I won't say you are stupid, just start talking." At this point, the man paused, and there seemed to be a hint of self-deprecation in his smile: "Or are you not even planning to talk to me now?
"
Nangong Baiye didn't know if it was her own illusion. She always felt that the voice that sounded graceful and luxurious on the surface was actually extremely lonely?
She opened her mouth and was about to speak...
Bei Mingxun opened the door and walked in, covered in wind and snow, holding a lantern in his hand.
The lantern was in the shape of a plum blossom and looked very beautiful. It was filled with oil and the soft light cast it down, making it look very warm.
"Here you go, I bought it when I came up." Bei Mingxun put the lantern in Nangong Baiye's hand.
Nangong Baiye looked at the falling snow on his shoulder and said thanks with a light smile.
Bei Mingxun sat down, his eyes fell on the black feathers on the table, his pupils narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.
Nangong Baiye shook the lantern a few times and asked, "Do I have a senior brother?"
Originally, she thought the other party would answer no.
Unexpectedly, Bei Mingxun nodded: "Yes, yes, he is standing outside now."
"Then why didn't he come in?" Nangong Baiye expressed confusion about the current situation.
Bei Mingxun looked at her and chuckled: "Because you gave the order to retreat."
"Really." Nangong Baiye put down the lantern in his hand, and his tone was calm as if he was explaining a fact: "I don't remember anything."
Bei Mingxun paused and said, "Some things are better not to be remembered."
"Why did I lose my memory? Is it really because of the carriage? But there is no wound on my head." After Nangong Baiye asked, he frowned, "And I can't feel any pain."
Bei Mingxun laughed: "You did not lose your memory because of the collision of the carriage. You were taken advantage of, and you lost more than just your memory."
"Then what else?" Nangong Baiye asked hesitantly. She didn't know if it was because she used the two words to stab a certain point, but she always felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Bei Mingxun stretched out his finger: "Your heart, you lost your heart to him, but that person was trying to deceive you from the beginning. In order to make your soul appear here, he even controlled time and space. But it's a pity.
Well, even he can only use such a spell once."
"Who is he in your mouth?" Nangong Baiye lowered his eyes and glanced at the figure outside the window intentionally or unintentionally: "It can't be my senior brother, right?"
Bei Mingxun nodded: "It's him."
"Ha." Nangong Baiye laughed softly, then stood up and stretched: "Since you have used me, let's stop here..."