Vampire cute baby tomb robber

144 The Outbreak of the Seventh Highness

Beiming Liancheng quietly looked at the two people embracing in front of my sedan chair, his lips were tightly pursed, the lines of his face were stiff, although there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, there were pieces of ice in his eyes.

Hei Si followed his gaze, and silently pulled Nangong Xiaomiao back.

Nangong Xiaomiao was very puzzled, her big eyes blinked and blinked

The young and mature Heisi pressed his callused fingers on his thin lips, and made a hush motion with no expression on his face.

Nangong Xiaomiao looked interesting, raised her small hand, pinched the face of the young master of the Hei family that had not changed for a hundred years, and seriously taught: "You have to have expressions, and only with expressions can you have a sense of mystery..."

The two little people standing beside him said something to each other, but Beiming Liancheng didn't seem to hear it, with one hand in his pocket, his eyes were cold.

Just as he was about to walk over, he saw those two talking about something again, Nangong Baiye didn't pay attention, tripped and almost fell down.Fortunately, Bei Mingxun's eyes were sharp, and he immediately reached out to support her. Nangong Baiye couldn't control his forward leaning body, and threw himself into his arms!

Bei Mingxun stretched out his arms to embrace her, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and as black as ink, he looked down at her and smiled slightly.

Beiming Liancheng has never hated his own distinctive eyesight like now.

He could clearly see a trace of uncomfortable shyness on her fair face.

Is that the unique first love of human girls?

Every movement is magnified and slowed down, so slow that it is almost dazzling.

It seemed that something was leaving him quietly, that kind of thin and continuous emptiness wrapped around him tightly, the air around him seemed to be sucked out suddenly, even when he was breathing, his chest became dull stand up.

Something might be out of his control, he wasn't sure.

Maybe one day the little ruffian will come to him with a smile and tell him which man she fell in love with...

If so...

If so...

Would she also run to the kitchen when the man was suffering from the cold, and get all dirty, just to cook a bowl of ginger soup?

Thinking of this, Beiming Liancheng's puzzling pupils were stained with a faint cold light, and he realized that the picture was not beautiful at all!

That's right... very ugly!

It felt like someone had taken something from his body, his stomach was empty, even a little nauseated.

I don't know how to describe that feeling.

It's never been like this.

As long as she was out of his control, his chest would be faintly empty, and he wanted to swallow her, including her soul and soul, several times when it was empty, so that she could be completely belongs to him...

Perhaps, he really should do that!

Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes and smiled, his black hair covered his pupils, his sexy thin lips were slightly bent, and the mottled ancient bluestone road under his feet cracked a few fine lines. The originally sunny sky suddenly turned cloudy When he came down, there were dark clouds, and big snowflakes floated down, hitting his straight and thin shoulders. Such a lonely and beautiful back was almost unreal.

It attracted the frequent glances of many young women on the ancient street.

"Look at that man, which family's son is he? He's really handsome."

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, but isn't the person next to him the young master of the Hei family?"

"Is he from the Hei family?"

"Improbable, the Hei family only has the young master who is handsome, and the rest of the young masters, I heard that all of them look like Master Hei, like bears!"

"Could it be that the son of the Nangong family is back?"

"Probably not, but he looks really handsome. I've never had such a handsome man."

Everyone around is talking about Beiming Liancheng, saying how elegant he is, how expensive he is, how extraordinary his bearing is,

But no one knew that his hands with black leather sheaths were so stiff that they lost their previous flexibility...

Outside the sedan chair, Bei Mingxun gently lowered his head and asked Nangong Baiye: "I was too hard just now, did I twist my foot?"

"It's okay, I'm not that delicate." Because he was too close, it seemed that he could touch his own bangs as soon as he lowered his head.

Nangong Baiye intuitively felt that this posture was too intimate, so he let go of his hand first, and thanked him politely again, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Beiming Liancheng!

The side face of the man was flickering against the lights lit up in the inn, his pair of dark eyes were stained with an inexplicable smile at this moment, one hand was casually half hanging by his side, his pale thin lips slightly Squeeze, it becomes a little transparent, beautiful sharp teeth protrude from inside, implying cold air, like European nobles in ancient centuries, elegant, noble and dazzling.

However, the servants who are familiar with him know that the more angry he is, the more obvious his smile is. It's not that kind of cold smile, nor is it the usual kind of evil smile, but the kind of very forceful and elegant smile.

Strength and elegance are inherently contradictory, but he perfectly combined the two, which makes people shudder...

Nangong Baiye was stunned for a moment, his eyes were focused on the man's fangs, his lips seemed to be bitten open, beautiful snowflakes hit the thick eyelashes, slightly icy cold.

His gaze was as usual, indifferent, arrogant, fierce, domineering, and even had some incomprehensible emotions...

Like lonely?

Nangong Baiye's heart twitched, and he wanted to get a closer look.

Bei Mingxun stretched out a finger, shook it slightly in front of her eyes, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "What are you looking at?"

"Senior brother..." Nangong Baiye frowned.

Bei Mingxun paused, looked towards her, with a smile in his eyes, like water, flowing slowly, although warm but not losing strength, he said: "Seventh brother, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he naturally took Nangong Baiye's hand and led her out of the sedan chair.

As early as when she saw Beiming Liancheng, Nangong Baiye's thoughts were a little sluggish. Now she only feels the warmth and dryness of the palm of her hand, so she can't help being a little dazed.

Beiming Liancheng's pupils tightened, and his eyes were placed on the intersecting hands. All the elegance and calmness were burned out at this moment!

slap...

The cracks in the ground are completely opened!

He strode across the street, and the snow came rushing down.

"Hey, isn't this the seventh master? Why are you willing to leave the palace? Do you want to compete? I've practiced well recently." Qu Luo, who didn't know the situation, came out of the sedan chair with an evil smile, and wanted to put his hand on Beiming. On Liancheng's shoulder: "I heard that you are going to get married soon, before you get married, let me defeat you first!"

If it was normal, Qi Ye would have kicked her firmly!

How can I give this guy a chance to talk nonsense.

But this time, he didn't respond, he didn't even look at Qu Luo, he flew straight past, the black windbreaker flapped, and there was a gust of cold wind...