Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"You'd better take your hand back to me." Beiming Liancheng's thin lips slightly raised, his tone was full of warnings to the figure, and the black robe was rattling, tearing apart all the peace in the hall...

The figure looked up, his handsome face was exactly the same as that of Beiming Liancheng, the only difference was that there was more holy light on his face.

The amber pupils of Beiming Liancheng shrank, and his fingers stiffly hugged Nangong Baiye in his arms. The light in his pupils gradually condensed into one place, forming golden lines...

"Hehehe, this expression of yours is really interesting." The figure lowered his eyes, and a hoarse and deep smile burst out with his slightly trembling hair, with a slight mockery: "Don't say you forgot me? It's not like your style."

Beiming Liancheng glanced at the figure coldly, and said two simple words: "Get out of the way."

"Want to go to the seventh prison?" The figure raised his eyebrows, and with the same handsome face as Beiming Liancheng, he said to him: "Give me the soul in your hand, or... let me rule it."

Beiming Liancheng tilted his head and smiled, and paused every word: "I'll say it again, let's go!"

"Heh." The figure smiled lowly and leaned slightly: "You should be clear that when we get to this prison, one of us must win first before we can reach the seventh prison."

Beiming Liancheng narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The figure looked at him contemptuously: "You can put aside this crippled soul in your hand. Don't forget that I am the supreme archangel, and you are just a demon after falling from heaven."

Beiming Liancheng was not annoyed by the figure's words, his golden pupils were stained with indifferent blood.

"If you want, we can return to heaven, have the supreme power, and get the glory we have always wanted." The figure stretched out his holy left hand: "Give up your title of Beiming Liancheng. Lucifer is your real name. "

The blood in Beiming Liancheng's whole body burned hot as if he had been bewitched.

His greed is at work.

His selfishness beckoned him.

Just when he was about to reach out, the softness in his arms made him wake up suddenly.

She lay quietly in his arms, her pale face had long lost the original sternness, like an obedient puppet.

He had thought countless times to destroy her.

However, the moment she really lost all warmth, he felt an unprecedented emptiness...

She never let him live in peace.

Little ruffian likes to tease people.

She is very shrewd, like a cat, showing that she will watch you for a while, and will not approach you until you treat her well.

But later on, you realize that she is not a cat, but a canine.

Giving without expecting anything in return.

A look of complete trust.

And desperate stubbornness.

It's impossible for someone as smart as her not to be aware of his strangeness.

He could also hear the voices that echoed in her ears.

She was a suspicious person, but she gave him complete trust.

But in fact, among the memories he disappeared, included deceiving her.

He still remembers the dusk of the queen of the gods, he was in chaos for nine days and nights, and finally fell into the sky...

If he is not Beiming Liancheng.

What should she do?

Not once.

He would care so much about a person's status in the world.

This care was infinitely magnified when she saw her lifeless little face...

"Why are you still hesitating?" The figure was surrounded by holy light, and the eyes were gentle, compassionate, and sacred, and there was no reason to refuse.

But Beiming Liancheng smiled, under the splendor of gold and jade, he became more and more beautiful, and at the same time, he became more and more evil, just like Manzhushahua blooming in the demon world.

Beautiful and indescribable.

He raised his head slightly, the line of his mandible was like a quiet inlet, so cold and noble that people couldn't take his eyes off it.

Huge wings spread out behind him without warning.

The black feathers that symbolized sin, grayness, and greed fell one after another.

The devil's song played, and together with his wings, he flew up slowly, as if he could embrace the long-awaited stars.

He looked at the figure, with an evil smile on his mouth: "How can I be swayed by my former self in this world? I am Lucifer, and I am also Beiming Liancheng. I can be whoever I want to be, because I have never They are all omnipotent. This is a fact that not even Jehovah can control.”

The wind blowing from all directions filled Beiming Liancheng's black robe, and he stood there, refusing to be enslaved, aloof and cold, with an evil smell, filled with thick black smoke.

The figure was engulfed by the smoke, and in the end it became one with the darkness. Countless golden threads spread out and were absorbed by the wings one by one, becoming a part of Beiming Liancheng.

This is the real him.

There is the grace of distinction and lower demons, the charm of distinction and holy angels.

Both good and evil, handsome and extraordinary.

The unique existence in this world... the right wing of the gods!

squeak...

With the disappearance of the figure, the marble floor of the third prison, like shattered glass, was cracked one after another.

A faint and deep corridor appeared underground. The dim light on the wall of the corridor and the ancient paintings of Yingshi are the legendary Fourth Hell...

Bang!

Under the shaking of the tree shadow, the fallen angel leaning on the bone crushed the exquisite tea bowl that Bei Mingxun had just handed over. A pair of long and narrow pupils like splashed ink widened in disbelief. The pupils swayed back and forth, and even the thin lips became pale. Get up: "Do you feel it?"

"Yeah." Bei Mingxun also stopped drinking tea, and after Wen Ya faded away, his thick eyebrows tightened: "The door of the fourth prison was pushed open."

The fallen angel was obviously out of rhythm. He stood up from the bones, took a few steps to the left, and then to the right. Suddenly, he stopped walking: "This is impossible, no one can break through the first step!" Three Prisons!"

Fanny lay reclining on the gravel, lazily propping his side face with one hand, and twirling his long curly hair with the other hand, yawning lazily, then stretched his waist, shaking back and forth a few times, as if Doing radio gymnastics between classes.

Bei Mingxun looked sideways, and his eyes moved slightly, with puzzlement: "What are you doing?"

"Ready to fight." The corner of Fanny's mouth outlined a trace of arrogance, and he pressed his right wrist with his left hand, twisting it back and forth a few times, with a cool smile on his face: "It's rare to meet such a strong opponent." , if you can break into the fourth prison, you must be very good at fighting, and it would be good to practice with me..."

Bei Mingxun didn't speak, just looked at the teacup in his hand, a little absent-minded.

If the facts are as he speculated before, the guardian of the third prison is the clone of that person.

Then, the one who can break through the three prisons... can only be him, Lucifer himself!