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148 The Former Seven Palaces Have a More Mysterious Identity

The constant boredom made him want to tear everything into pieces.

It has been almost 100 years, when he opened his eyes again, he has never been so angry like today...

At that time, he was not yet the prince of Dahuang, he lost all his memory, and was floating in the world like a wandering soul.

He would often be in the cemetery, watching the sun slowly set, and then dye the eastern sea in blood.

Because only when there is no sunlight, can he come out of the cave and enjoy the residual warmth after dusk.

That's his favorite thing to do, lying on the grass, holding the dog's tail grass in his mouth,

Watching the herdsmen driving flocks of cattle and sheep home.

However, he was also the one who destroyed his favorite village...

He hadn't had time to learn how to disguise himself as a human, with silver hair, golden pupils, and sharp fangs.

Those villagers held torches, chanted monsters, and wanted to expel him.

They cornered him, punching and kicking him.

He still remembered that he almost tore apart the entire village with his bare hands that day.

The hot blood made him feel an unprecedented warmth.

His fingers slid across the silky stickiness, dyeing his pupils red bit by bit.

It's just that no one knows that the warmer it is, the colder it will be afterward...

The village was in flames, and he didn't know where to go or what tomorrow would look like.

He even forgot who he was.

All he knows is that he is a demon, a demon who feeds on souls.

So he started game after game, and that was the only thing that seemed interesting to him.

From the confusion at the beginning to the killing and abuse later, he was the one who conquered the world of Da Huang.

The invincible Seventh Prince, heh...that was just one of the identities he forged in the world.

Gradually he got tired of this game.

Isn't it very boring.

stupid humans...

If you are powerful and beautiful, you can get everything easily.

Whether it is a lover who loves life and death, or a sister who is a brother and sister,

In the face of eternal life, they will all become insignificant...

Not everyone has the courage to sell their souls to demons in the form of contracts.

If it wasn't tough enough, if it wasn't dark enough, he wouldn't just show up so easily.

He thought that all human beings were alike.

But she always does something unexpected.

He is obviously an exorcist, but he only loves money and disdains exorcising ghosts.

She's not kind, not even cute or ladylike.

He doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't know how to please others, so he loves to order him.

On the contrary, he has good eyesight, seeing that he will wilt when he is unhappy, and when he gets up, he is not afraid of anything, always smiling.

She was not bright, and the evil aura emanating from her body almost made him want to taste her soul when he saw her for the first time.

But there is cleanliness in that evil, like the twilight after sunset, the magic hour between darkness and day.

Unexpectedly warm.

However, this warmth does not belong to me...

boom!

The wood under his hand turned into powder in an instant.

The black horse stretched its neck in shock and let out a cry.

Countless vampire bats soared into the air, and several black and enchanting figures flew across the treetops at the speed of light, and landed on one knee in front of the carriage, with a respectful expression: "Your Highness!"

"En." Beiming Liancheng replied lightly, the voice was so cold that the scalp of the kneeling person felt numb.

Your Highness is in a bad mood today?

The handsome vampires looked at each other in blank dismay, and the sharp fangs under the moonlight not only did not give people a sense of terror, but were inconceivably beautiful.

"Your Highness, someone has been checking the stores and inns we manage recently." One of the vampires reported in a low tone, dutifully.

The other vampire smiled, and licked his thin lips with seven points of confusion: "Are we still afraid of humans? It's ridiculous."

"It's not human." It was still in the same tone without the slightest ups and downs.

The evil vampire frowned slightly.

Beiming Liancheng's face was calm, and his words were indifferent: "The other party's identity?"

"Reaper." The vampire lowered his eyes, and his long golden hair hung by his hand: "It seems that something strange happened on the other side of hell. They thought it was us who wanted to wake up the king and created chaos."

Beiming Liancheng sneered: "When did Death become so stupid." As he said that, he narrowed his pupils and looked up the tree suddenly. His long black hair moved without wind, and his bones were clearly defined. Wrapped in black gloves, there is a piercing coldness in the nobility and elegance.

A loud bang!

The thick tree trunk folded in half, and countless snow powders rose up!

A black figure soared up from the falling snow, slowly revealing its prototype.

He was wearing an ancient black Tang suit, his whole body fit perfectly, and he was neatly trimmed.The shoulder line is straight, the chest is broad and flat.The feeling of the Tang suit has also hardened, "clean and crisp".

Strict, tidy, and abstinent, but the most provocative.

He holds a writing brush in his left hand, and a black scroll book in his right hand, which is the legendary Book of Life and Death.

And he is the god of death who leads the soul into the underworld.

Of course, in the East, people prefer to call him black and white impermanence.

"You're not Cain." Death's tone was just like his handsome face, without any ups and downs.

Beiming Liancheng played with the black jade wrench on his fingertips with a half-smile, but his eyes turned to ice.

Reaper reached out and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face: "I misunderstood, please leave."

Bang!

Another bang!

A tangle of shrubs obscured Death's path.

The death god's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at Beiming Liancheng: "Your Excellency's hospitality needs to be strengthened."

"Heh." Beiming Liancheng bent his thin lips and put one hand into the pocket of his fur coat. Even in the face of death, the innate aura of king has not weakened at all: "Wait, don't be like rats!" After you've been sneaking around like this, come talk to the main hall about how to treat guests."

Note, he's talking about you, not you!

Whoa!

Another god of death in the bushes finally couldn't hold it anymore, and jumped out from the side of the road with a big rubber leaf on his head: "Who do you call a mouse!"

"Take a leaf as a camouflage in winter, the IQ of your god of death is really beyond my expectation." Beiming Liancheng smiled with obvious sarcasm.

"He's just an exception." The god of death floating in the air pushed his glasses again, his voice cold.

Standing by the bushes, the Grim Reaper pursed his thin lips disdainfully, carried a two-meter-long sickle on his shoulders, pulled the green leaves on his head, and his long silver-white curly hair was dazzled by the brilliance of the moonlight: "It's not easy, it can Be aware of the existence of the two of us at the same time, except for Cain, I really can't imagine anyone with such great power!"

"He's not Cain." The Grim Reaper, who was suspended in mid-air, was obviously helpless to his companion, stretched out his hand to his forehead, and looked at him with the eyes of a fool.

"Huh? Is that so?"

"nonsense!"

"Then who is he?"