Vampire cute baby tomb robber

311 Senior Brother, Don't Eat My Face When Eating Me

Entering the fourth prison, there is a sea of ​​flowers in front of you, in full swing, floating on a dark river, which is indescribably beautiful.

Beside the river, there was a small boat parked. The man who punted the boat was wearing a fluffy cloak, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

He supported the penny quietly and remained silent.

This river is called the Styx River, the river of life in the demon world, and the souls that cannot ascend to heaven float on it, like clouds and mist.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Beiming Liancheng looked down at Nangong Baiye in his arms, his eyes sunken like an ancient well.

She didn't open her eyes, but he could feel her voice.

"Where is this place?"

Beiming Liancheng smoothed her disheveled long hair, and there was a gentleness on the side of her face that she couldn't even notice: "The other shore."

"Where is the most beautiful place where Manjushahua blooms?" she asked.

Beiming Liancheng hummed, and her thin lips fell on her forehead.

That little face still showed no sign of waking up, nor was it sad, it was just very quiet, so peaceful that it was even smiling.

"You should like this very much." Her voice was clear and flat: "It is said in the Bible that Lucifer's favorite flower is manjusawa."

Beiming Liancheng paused, looked up at Nangong Baiye: "When did you know?"

"From the moment you entered the cemetery, you were very excited. At first I thought it was the resentment from the ground that affected you. When I got here and saw the statue, I almost understood...Your soul is less, so you have no heart, you It takes a human soul to bring itself back to life."

Everything she said was true.

It's only when she says it all in an almost calm voice.

Beiming Liancheng's black-gloved fingers sank tightly into his palms.

"Hush." ​​He stretched out his hand and pressed his finger on her pale thin lips: "Stop talking, sleep a little longer, and soon we will reach the seventh prison."

She smiled lightly, and sighed in a deep sleep: "Okay."

"Be good." He always treats her in the most pampering way, even before he is about to devour her, he treats her with the same tenderness.

Nangong Baiye couldn't see anything, and was trapped in a black mist, the only thing he could feel was his slightly cool fingers, circling her hand, and then the temperature of his thin lips, with a unique coldness, comforting pointing at the corner of her mouth.

He put her in his arms, wearing only a light robe, and the fur cloak that was originally covered outside has become her protection from the cold.

She doesn't want to sleep.

I want to say the last word to him: "Brother, when you eat me, can you not bite your face?"

Beiming Liancheng: ...

"I'm such a handsome person, it would be ugly to bite my face." Nangong Baiye was serious, but he couldn't hear his answer.

She, who could only feel the sound, stood blankly in the midair where the black feathers fell, unable to see the end of the darkness, she curled her thin lips, then sat on the ground, hugging her arms.

Looking at those memories from afar, drifting away.

Something important was disappearing little by little along with the blood flowing from his chest.

It was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time.

Empty and restless.

Nangong Baiye thought of her life in Chinatown.

There is a church there, which is her favorite place to go.

Because there is free bread to receive in the church.

Sometimes she would sit on the soft grass outside the church, listening to those believers singing to God, her heart was as calm as a breeze.

Yes.

calm.

When the emptiness is too long, everything will calm down and completely return to zero...

"I won't eat you."

After waiting for a long time, no answer was heard.

Beiming Liancheng clasped her fingers, and the golden light in his long and narrow eyes floated slightly. Then he hugged her horizontally and jumped off the boat. On the other side of the river bank was an increasingly enchanting sea of ​​flowers.

He walked inside with a tall and straight back, and his robe flew up, releasing countless petals.

"Your Highness."

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, there are countless men in black robes, with Sheila as the head, landing on one knee one after another, with their right hands on their left shoulders, showing absolute loyalty.

As early as the moment Beiming Liancheng left for the cemetery, Sheila knew that their highness would definitely be resurrected!

He admitted that he was guiding Nangong Baiye intentionally or unintentionally.

But he believed that this was also what His Highness wanted.

On the day he fell into heaven, he was thrown into the refining fire of hell and endured unbearable pain.

The falling of the soul fragments means that His Highness is planning to be resurrected one day!

Otherwise, he would not have left his soul in the third prison, let alone give the order to summon them.

When the third prison is broken, no matter whether it is a demon in the world or in the underworld, he will return to the fourth prison to welcome him after rebirth!

The real depravity begins from the fourth hell. Under ninety-nine or eighty miles, the yellow springs are falling, and the flowers on the other side are blooming.

This is a world of incomparable freedom.

When the black feathers soared, countless flames burst into huge fireworks, handsome and evil demons suspended in the air, and enchanting witches held light fans, each wearing hotter and sexier clothes than the other.

The big bird flew across, shuttled among the fireworks, raised its head and sang, and celebrated in its own way.

All of this is due to the arrival of Beiming Liancheng, revealing little by little the most wanton romance that should belong to the devil world!

The fireworks are getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is full of flowers.

Beiming Liancheng came from among the sparks, his long hair flying in the darkness, and the sound of his footsteps was the sound of the ground being crushed.

The devil world has always been tirelessly lively, whistle after whistle sounded, cheering for their ruler.

When the fallen angel arrived, what he saw was this scene. His heart was indescribably shocked, and his thin lips curled up: "It turns out that he really came back."

As he said that, he looked at Fanny who was standing beside him, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What? Do you feel that there is no fight anymore, and you are in a bad mood?"

"No." Fanny frowned, swept across Beiminglian City not far away, and muttered to himself in disbelief: "I didn't expect him to be that person..." As he spoke, he set his eyes on Nangong Baiye in Beiming Liancheng's arms suddenly tightened his red pupils, but his mouth was filled with mockery: "Stupid human beings, they don't even know they're being used."

The fallen angel looked at him strangely: "Since when did you care about whether human beings are stupid or not?"

"He's going to the seventh prison, won't you stop him?" Fanny asked without answering, with obvious impatience in his tone.

The fallen angel crossed his arms and shook his head with a smile: "You should know that if it's him, none of us can stop it."

"It's really cunning." A flame ignited in Fanny's palm, and he glanced into the distance again: "It's actually disguised as a devil."

The fallen angel followed his gaze, his eyes slightly brightened: "It should be for today's resurrection, he needs a delicious soul..."