Vampire cute baby tomb robber

125 The devil who never understands love.

He didn't know how long he hadn't been angry.

Ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?

His memory has always been bad, and he has long forgotten the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys that belong to human beings.

All he needs is a clean soul.

He likes to ruthlessly tear apart the human body with his black fingertips, enjoying the scorching blood.

Only at that time, will I feel that I am alive...

But today, she really angered him!

He endured her everywhere, he had raised so many souls, he had never been so patient with anyone.

She also played fairy dance for him!

do not like?

Heh... He wants to kill this woman, even if the soul has not been bred to the most delicious time, it is the same!

But, damn it, he actually softened his heart!

how ridiculous...

Beiming Liancheng curled his thin lips, no, he is not soft-hearted, how could he be soft-hearted?

He didn't have a heart at all, he didn't do anything, just because he wanted to get a more vivid soul...

But why is the chest so empty.

It's like breaking a hole you can't find.

By the way, he has no heart, so he will feel empty...

He hadn't hunted for so long that he even forgot the rules of hunting.

How could a demon be manipulated by a human being?

"Hehe..." Beiming Liancheng laughed coldly, a demonic red light appeared in his eyes.

The night wind blows quietly.

In the dark shadows, Beiming Liancheng still stood where he was, with an elegant posture, a straight back, a head that never bowed, and a slight movement of his black-gloved fingers.

The storm is coming!

He was standing in the blizzard, his black robe fluttering.

The night is fading.

Darkness fades away.

A dark red rose to the east.

The wind was getting colder and colder, the tip of the grass was stained with morning dew, Beiming Liancheng stood there silently, the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared.

He stood there silently, gradually, dark red stained his body...

knock!

Because of his restless mood, Nangong Baiye didn't sleep all night, sat on the wooden chair and let himself go, until after dawn, he rubbed his eyes and wanted to wash up, but there seemed to be some slight noises outside.

Nangong Baiye frowned, opened the wooden door, and saw the little devil in a cloak standing outside with an expressionless face.

He seemed to have stood for a long time, with snow on his shoulders, and even his long eyelashes turned white.

Nangong Baiye's heart twitched, and he quickly pulled him into the room, holding his hands in both hands, only to realize that his whole body was inconceivably cold...

Snapped!

The little devil shook her hand away without saying hello, and walked towards the bed with a cold expression.

Nangong Baiye was stunned, followed him, and patted the snow on his head with a light smile: "Are you in a bad mood? Go lie down on the bed, the bed is hot, I'll cook a bowl of ginger soup for you, don't I have a cold."

The little devil didn't speak, pulled the quilt and buried himself.

Nangong Baiye touched the bridge of his nose, added some firewood to the stove, even lit the incense, grabbed money and went to the back kitchen of the inn.

In fact, she is not very good at cooking. If it is a modern kitchen, she can still play with it. This kind of pure natural cooking tools in ancient times made her scratch her head.

In real life, she is a very manly person, can't handle pots and pans, never eats breakfast, and the other two meals are either takeaway or spent in restaurants.

Standing in the kitchen with a knife and cutting ginger like now, it's really... Huhu.

Fortunately, the knife skills are quite good, and the shredded ginger is neatly cut.

She just said, there is no way a hand that can kill can't deal with a piece of ginger.

only……

Starting a fire is a problem!

It was too early to get up, and there was no one in the kitchen.

Nangong Baiye didn't use the money either, he lit the oil paper with a flint and added wood to the stove under the pot.

Then, I got down on my stomach and blew hard...

Where is the usual handsomeness.

"Huh? It's done!"

Nangong Baiye's eyes lit up, and he wiped his face with his hands behind his back. He didn't care about getting stained with dust. He first turned on the water, and when the water boiled, he put in shredded ginger.

The next thing is much simpler, wait for the ginger soup to come out, and carry it into the room where I live.

"Little devil, get up, drink something before going to sleep." She stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt away.

The little devil tilted his head, as if ignoring her.

Nangong Baiye held his head and turned it over: "You can only sleep after drinking, be obedient!"

"You..." The little devil just wanted to get angry, but after seeing the blackness on her face, his thick eyebrows frowned: "What is that on your face?"

"Huh?" Nangong Baiye took out a mirror, looked at it back and forth, and then grinned: "I made it when I first lit the fire, let alone, it looks pretty cool on my face."

The little devil said coldly: "I don't see how handsome he is."

"This is a sign of love, do you understand?" Nangong Baiye held the little devil's hand, and the corner of his handsome mouth curled into an arc: "It's the first time for me and your sister to light a fire and cook like this, so you can be content."

The little devil sneered again: "There is nothing to be proud of if you don't know how to make a fire."

Nangong Baiye: ...

Hey, hey, you little brat, will you die if you don't choke?

"Bring it." The little devil stretched out his black gloved hands with a calm expression.

Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "What are you taking?"

"Ginger soup." The little devil seemed to be speechless to her, with his fingers resting on his forehead, but the corners of his mouth were half-curved, and his voice was deep: "Idiot..."

Nangong Baiye rubbed his head, picked up the ginger soup, and said with a wicked smile, "Shall I get you a piece of candy?"

"You think everyone is like you." The little devil sneered.

Nangong Baiye really thinks that he is not cute at all!

The little devil took the soup spoon and delivered the soup from his thin lips again and again.

Nangong Baiye has never seen a child like him, who pays so much attention to dining etiquette, even drinks ginger soup, and behaves like a British nobleman, isn't he tired?

Looking at him like that, he looks more and more like her senior brother.

Nangong Baiye wanted to hold it in his hand to make fun of it, so he hugged the little devil forcefully into his arms.

The little devil was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Hug, can't you?" Nangong Baiye looked at him angrily.

The little devil was silent for a while, then rubbed against her, raised his eyebrows with an evil smile: "Of course."

Well?Why did this kid give her a feeling of being molested.

Also, why does he always rub against his own place...

Nangong Baiye lowered his eyes to see the little devil's bright and innocent smile like an angel.

She must be thinking too much. A child knows what molesting is, probably due to a lack of maternal love. I heard that even the devil has no relatives, so she should be generous and let him have sex.

Nangong Baiye patted the little devil's back while thinking, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The little devil buried his head in her embrace unceremoniously, his thin white lips curled up and moved back and forth, the shape of his mouth seemed to say: idiot...

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