Aunt Jiu, who was under the bed, pulled down her stiff lips and formed a sinister arc at the corners of her mouth.
Nangong Baiye seemed not to notice and continued walking forward.
Mrs. Jiu's hand had already touched her clothes, and the coldness that hit her face seemed to penetrate into the seams of her bones. She rolled her eyes and her posture was indescribably weird: "I caught you!"
But what she didn't expect was that instead of panicking, Nangong Baiye grabbed her wrist too hard and said casually: "My dream is to let you run wild?"
Just after she said this, her eyes fell into blackness again...
In reality, the jailer was still smiling sinisterly, his eyes fixed on the sleeping Nangong Baiye, and the muscles on his face moved back and forth: "I was just touched by Ye Mei, and I already have less Yang Qi.
Poor, you dare to provoke me, you are just looking for death! Haha, keep dreaming with the endless fear I have created for you, hahaha!" With that, the jailer turned around: "Next, it's you!
"
It turns out that Nangong Baiye never left the prison, and the Jiang residence she saw was just a dream created by evil spirits to take people's lives...
Mr. Zhang doesn’t care about dreams or not, the most important thing now is to save his life!
Without thinking, he got up and ran towards the door at the other end of the prison!
There was an iron lock on the cell door, and he couldn't escape at all. He could only keep shaking the iron lock with his hands, and the cold sweat on his forehead was covered with layers!
The jailer had already arrived in front of him, with the corners of his mouth raised as if he was smiling, but his smile was so weird!
It was so weird that Mr. Zhang took a big step back, his fat body pressed against the cold iron door, and even his lips trembled.
In the dim light, he saw a human head held in the jailer's arms, and that head was none other than his own!
The head smiled at him, and the jailer also laughed...
That scene was terrifying.
However, in such a gloomy atmosphere, Beiming Liancheng's expression was still as cold as ice. He had one hand in his black robe, and he seemed to have a natural ascetic temperament, which always aroused a sense of indifference wherever he went.
The cold air flow, in modern times, is simply a portable, natural mobile air conditioner!
The jailer seemed not to have expected that there would be someone who was not afraid of him. He twisted his neck stiffly and grinned his blue-white lips sinisterly...
But the man didn't even look at him. He maintained his previous actions. His slender legs didn't move for a moment. He just leaned forward slightly, bent his waist ninety degrees, and poked with his black-gloved fingers.
On Nangong Baiye’s face, he said slowly
: "Junior sister, how long will you stay asleep?"
The light fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, but Nangong Baiye didn't even blink an eyelash, and leaned there quietly, with a strand of long chestnut-black curly hair sliding down and sticking to her ears, making her palm-sized face stand out.
The little face is smaller and prouder.
"Ha..." Beiming Liancheng tilted his head and smiled, pinched her chin with his fingers, and slowly raised it upwards. Following his movements, the porcelain white wrist was exposed again, like fine jade.
It still exudes a beautiful luster: "You really don't want to wake up?"
Nangong Baiye had an expressionless face, but she murmured in her heart that he shouldn't have known that he was pretending to faint. He must be testing himself. He vowed not to wake up, otherwise he would miss this opportunity. How could she see him taking action?
Suddenly I heard an extremely impatient smacking sound in my ears!
The man's hand suddenly clasped her wrist, and he pulled her into his arms. His voice was deep and pleasant, and the man's unique sandalwood scent sprayed on her face. His big palm clasped her waist, as if to pull her into his arms.
The whole person hugged him and pressed him on his legs.
"What a pity." Beiming Liancheng indeed held "food" in his arms. Such a gesture was both doting and intimate, like holding a kitten or a puppy. Anyway, no matter what he was holding, it didn't matter.
It's like hugging a woman.
He curled his thin lips, as if he was regretting, and there was evil in his eyes: "If you haven't fainted, you can see how the ghost killed Mr. Zhang, well... he is about to twist his head off.
."
Depend on!
Nangong Baiye stopped pretending, opened a pair of clear eyes, put one hand on the ground, turned his wrist, and stood up from the man's arms.
Her movements were beautiful and neat. As soon as she stood up, her long and slender legs struck at the jailer!
Whoosh!
Strong enough to cut through the sound of wind!
The jailer didn't expect her to wake up and was kicked hard enough to slide more than a meter away!
Nangong Baiye turned sideways, kicked, and swept over with another leg.
He stepped on the jailer's arm with his heel, and his eyes formed a line with a smile: "Although I don't like being stepped on, it feels really good to step on others."
The jailer opened his big black mouth and whimpered like a beast from his throat: "How could it be? How could nothing happen to you?"
Nangong Baiye smiled and twisted out a piece of talisman paper in his hand...
The jailer stared at her fiercely, and then he realized that there were such talisman papers posted all around the prison, no more, no less, four in total, one at the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and east, and then there was a faint light.
.
The jailer laughed sinisterly: "It turns out that we were prepared in advance."
"It's not just preparation." Nangong Baiye shook his bloody index finger: "Although I have lost my yang energy and can't move the exorcism knife, but... I can still capture you with these talismans!"
As soon as the words fell, those talismans seemed to have a sense of resonance, hanging in the air and surrounding the jailer in the center of the prison!
The jailer finally showed a look of fear, and his face was struggling, as if he was trying to escape from this body!
However, his chest was stepped on by a white shoe with talisman stuck on it, and he couldn't move at all!
"Tell me, what are you looking for?" Nangong Baiye asked in a deep voice: "Is that thing still on Jiang Xin's body? Or is it somewhere in the Jiang family?"
The jailer was about to speak, but his body twitched uncontrollably, and a slight sound penetrated his ears: "I hate betrayers the most..."
"No!" The jailer held his head, and black mist began to fill his face!
The mist turned into a whirlpool, clearly trying to wrap around Nangong Baiye's feet!
Beiming Liancheng's figure swayed, and in just the blink of an eye, he brought the person to a safe area. He looked helpless and turned into a black mist of sewage, his eyes were dark and cold...
Jiang Xin is dead, and now even the jailer is dead.
The only thing I guessed correctly is that someone is really looking for something?
Nangong Baiye squinted his eyes, inserted the exorcism knife in the back of his waist, turned around to look at Mr. Zhang who had fainted on the ground, and then looked up at the tall senior brother. He clearly meant to say, show your true qualities as a gentleman.
The time has come!
Beiming Liancheng was not polite and stood there neatly: "What are you looking at?
We haven’t carried the person out yet.”
"Hehe, hehe..." Nangong Baiye laughed twice: "Senior brother, don't you think men should do this kind of thing?"
Beiming Liancheng stopped, looked back at her, and said lightly: "I don't think so."
Nangong Baiye:......
I can't live this day!
"Hey... Hey..." Nangong Baiye dragged Mr. Zhang forward with great effort. Regardless of whether the fat man's head was hit or not, he was still out of breath when he reached the door.
Beiming Liancheng was following behind her, his ascetic black robe rustling in the wind, and his long legs walked leisurely, as if he was taking a stroll after a meal.
As soon as Qu Luo arrived at the Yamen, he saw this scene and blinked evilly: "Hey, how do you feel about dragging people?"
"Yeah." Nangong Baiye loosened his hand and smiled with bright eyes and white teeth: "The only feeling I have is that your Seventh Prince is too shameless."
Qu Luo held her hand: "My best friend!"
Beiming Liancheng's eyes turned around with a lukewarm look, and there was a frosty light in his eyes.
Qu Luo trembled and held his hand tighter!
"Qu Luo, cough cough, you should restrain your playboy behavior, don't forget the identity of Miss Bai Ye." With the sound of coughing, the faint fragrance of medicine floated over, and Bei Mingxun's handsome face was filled with emotion.
A gentle smile.
Nangong Baiye was curious: "What is my identity?"
As if he was thinking again, Bei Mingxun coughed lightly, his face became rosy. He did not answer her question directly, but said in a rustling voice: "General Murong is asking Father to grant you a marriage."