Outside the window, there is a mist that cannot be cleared away.
In the Buddhist hall of Nangong Garden, wooden fish tapped one after another.
"The Jiang family's case is not over yet?" Su said as she knelt down and worshiped devoutly.
Nangong Rui'er stretched out her hand to help the person up, with poison in the corners of her eyes: "Don't worry, mother, it's almost over."
Su patted the back of her hand: "Take care of these trivial matters as soon as possible. The old man doesn't like you to waste your time on this."
"My daughter knows." Nangong Ruier smiled and leaned into Su's arms: "This time, that bitch will definitely be ruined!"
Su showed a satisfied look: "So sure?"
Nangong Rui'er nodded, and raised her red lips meaningfully: "My daughter has grasped her weakness..."
Squeak, squeak...
A gloomy wind surged outside the house, blowing through the bare tree trunks, and the entire Nangong Garden was shrouded in mist.
At noon, the fog dissipated and was replaced by the scorching winter sun.
In the bottomless devil's palace, not even a single ounce of sunlight can penetrate.
Standing vertically in the ground were bottles and bottles of black wooden coffins.
The coffin is carved with complex patterns that are criss-crossing.
Beiming Liancheng walked over, his long silvery hair hanging down at his feet, and the flying black robe was full of evil energy that was difficult to resist.
The coffins seemed to have a sense of touch and opened with a loud bang.
One after another, handsome-looking vampires with Western outlines walked out of it, then knelt on one knee, put their left hand on their shoulders, and looked at Beiming Liancheng with eyes full of admiration and excitement...
Except for Wang, no one has ever given them such a strong sense of obedience!
Who is he?
Beiming Liancheng stood there, with the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, holding a cup of red liquid in his hand. His aloof figure made all the vampires breathless.
Behind him were a group of bloodthirsty bats, hanging upside down on the wall, their sleepy eyes turning horribly red because of the smell of blood.
But they didn't dare to scream because they were afraid of the man standing in front of them!
"Your Highness." A figure in a black cloak fell on the ground: "Someone moved the cemetery in Beihai."
Beiming Liancheng smiled, and his face that could not be seen clearly blended into the darkness: "Ah...stupid human beings."
The vampires who had just woken up, because of these words, their sharp fangs poked out, and their blood-red eyes were full of murderous excitement.
Beiming Liancheng's mouth curved and he glanced back lightly.
The figure in a black hood immediately pushed several rosy-faced showgirls to the front.
The vampires smelled the scent of prey, transformed into the most psychedelic men, took the hands of the beautiful women, kissed them, licked them, and then bit the crazy blood vessels.
"Well……"
A sweet moan sounded.
Some people have said that when being sucked by a vampire, you will not feel any pain, but will feel a numbing pleasure.
The tender breasts and warm blood made the vampires, who had not tasted sweetness for so long, even more crazy.
He couldn't wait to pierce his fangs into the tender skin, making a slurping sound.
Beiming Liancheng put his robe in one hand and shook the liquid in the cup carelessly with the other. He was like a high-ranking god, arrogant and lazy, and said in a casual tone: "Remember, be gentle and don't dirty my palace."
Such a magnetic voice imprisoned them from the deepest part of their blood.
The vampires couldn't help but stop their movements and slowed down the "kiss" on their lips.
Beiming Liancheng put down the porcelain cup and leaned slenderly in the huge coffin. He half-supported his face with one hand, his elbow casually resting on his slightly bent long leg, and his shining fingertips turned the black jade on his index finger.
…
Scarlet eyes, like glowing gems, were dotted around him.
But no blood dared to touch him.
He just lay there in the middle, becoming the king of the night.
Such a picture is full of ascetic and bloody beauty...
The Seventh Prince, who is obsessed with cleanliness, has never allowed himself to sleep in a place where there is such a thing as a corpse.
Therefore, the show girls were not sucked dry, but seemed to have a rippling dream.
The clear sky is not suitable for vampires to go out, but it is suitable to enjoy the dessert before going to bed. It is not until the blood on the fingertips is licked that the black coffin is quietly closed, as if it has never been opened.
The Demon Palace is still the most mysterious place in the imperial city. Even the emperor will not easily enter...
But the inn under the bright sun was bustling with many people.
Nangong Baiye was blocked just as he wanted to go to Jiang Mansion.
The one who took the lead in blocking people was Nangong Hongyan. She held up a long whip in her hand and stared at Nangong Baiye with vicious eyes, refusing to give in.
If it weren't for this bitch, my grandfather wouldn't be angry.
I don't know why my grandfather was in a bad mood last night, so he made her kneel outside all night.
Later she heard that her grandfather had lost something he had brought from Persia.
Then he brought up the matter of the martial arts test, and gave her a gentle scolding, saying that she was worse than the trash who was kicked out of Nangongyuan.
Although her grandfather's expression didn't look displeased, she could hear the chill in it.
If she can no longer win against this bitch, her status in the palace will be in jeopardy in the future!
Thinking of this, Nangong Hongyan tightened the whip in her hand. She has always been the most beloved youngest in Nangongyuan.
This bitch just learned some martial arts casually in Qingcheng Mountain, and then came back to show off her power and make her so miserable.
Nangong Hongyan wished she could rush out and have another fight with Nangong Baiye last night, but sister Rui'er kept asking her to endure it.
Now, she can't bear it anymore!
"Nangong Baiye!" Nangong Hongyan shouted with red eyes!
The person who was yelled at just stretched casually: "Is something wrong?"
It is her careless attitude that is the most irritating! Nangong Hongyan gritted her teeth and was about to speak...
A snow-white sedan fell in front of him. Accompanied by the faint fragrance of medicine, Bei Mingxun opened the curtain of the sedan, with a reassuring smile on his handsome and god-like face: "Miss Seventh is here too?
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"Three..." Nangong Hongyan looked at the people around her, and without being too stupid, she replaced the word "His Highness" with: "Young Master."
Bei Mingxun coughed softly a few times, and his voice was as gentle as water, with the deep and majestic tone unique to the royal family: "Seventh Miss is not going to investigate the case? Is there a clue?"
"Yes, Hongyan has already grasped some clues." Nangong Hongyan couldn't help but blush when she replied, her head half hanging, a little shy.
General Murong already has sister Rui'er, and she can't spy on him.
But the Third Prince is different. If she behaves better, she might be able to become His Highness's concubine...
"What clues do you have?" Bei Mingxun walked closer, but his eyes were not looking at her, but fell on the corner of Nangong Baiye's mouth, and then smiled slowly, his eyes were deep and charming.
Seeing this, Nangong Hongyan's anger became even more intense. This bitch actually dared to seduce His Highness the Third Prince. It was simply abominable!
She sneered and glared at Nangong Baiye unwillingly: "Hongyan can't say anything yet, but I will definitely solve this case!"
Seeing such confident Nangong Hongyan, for some reason, the uneasiness hidden in Nangong Baiye's heart became more and more serious...