Vampire cute baby tomb robber

The wound on his arm made it more difficult for him to breathe than the purgatory he had been through all the way.

It was a very clear tingling sensation.

Not because of anything or anyone.

It's just because of the little ruffian who kept saying that he would protect him, the way he looked at him was full of defense...

That deep knife mark was left on his arm, dripping with blood.

Nangong Baiye was stunned, looking at the man in front of him in confusion.

He has waist-length silver hair like the moonlight, lingering at the tip of her nose, and the faint sandalwood is cold.

Those charming amber eyes are extremely deep, as if you will fall into them if you look at them one more time, like a mandala blooming in the middle of the night, exuding a depraved beauty.

There was no trace of human warmth on him.

He was wearing the robes of the 17th century in England, or even older, with a silver mask on his face, like an aristocrat who had just attended a carnival ball.

He is like a silver moon hanging high in the sky.

Cool, expensive and elegant.

That kind of nonchalant, or extremely indifferent luxury and nobility that overwhelms everyone, makes people shudder, but at the same time, there is a kind of bewildered trance.

A holy existence that does not belong to the mortal world... This is Nangong Baiye's first feeling.

The second feeling is where is her son?There is no reason for such a high-quality man not to call her son out and show him.

The third feeling... She couldn't eat what he was watching her do while being so engrossed.

Wait, he seems to have fangs...

I wipe, what's the situation!

Is this person a blood race?

She robbed a vampire from a tomb?

What was he trying to do just now, suck her dry?

Nangong Baiye frowned, raised the exorcism knife subconsciously, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, showing a handsome smile. Her style is to be courteous before fighting: "Sir, I think we need to communicate first, I am not a bitch, blood It's also terrible, and... I'm afraid that when you eat me, you will knock your beautiful fangs, why don't we make a deal, you let me go, and give me some silver by the way, I'll buy it for you blood?"

The man just looked at her, his beautiful eyes were covered by his slashed bangs, his robe was rattling, without any movement.

Nangong Baiye couldn't see his expression, and she couldn't guess what the other person was thinking, but she knew that the man in front of her must be very scary when he started to fight. It would be great if he could make peace, if not, she could only use The knife speaks!

For a moment, the air seemed to stagnate.

Nangong Baiye's vigilance was obvious.

Beiming Liancheng frowned, his fingers half-bent stiffly, the cold wind stained his robe.

The mermaid is still singing.

His favorite manjusawa is blooming beside the raging Bian River.

He finally got his wish and was reborn from purgatory.

However, he forgot about the little pet he held in the palm of his hand...

Beiming Liancheng moved his Adam's apple with difficulty, as if he had tasted bitter blood. Suddenly, he pressed Nangong Baiye under his body, and his amber eyes overflowed with ice-like light.

Swish!

Nangong Baiye thought he was going to bite him, and almost subconsciously swung the exorcism knife in his hand.

But what she didn't expect was.

He didn't even hide.

The sharp blade passed through his left shoulder, pierced his robe, and penetrated his butterfly bone.

The blood soaked through his abstinence-like black holy robe at once, and because of the deep color, there was no trace of blood, but Nangong Baiye knew that she stabbed deeply with that knife.

Too late to think.

She was embraced by a cold embrace.

He hugged her tightly, as if he was going to crush her, put his forehead against her, and said in a low voice, "I said I won't eat you, put away your knife."

Nangong Baiye didn't believe it, it was her nature to be suspicious, especially in front of the cunning blood clan, putting down the knife meant letting others slaughter her.

As if he had seen through what she was thinking, he backed away a little, freeing his right hand with a black glove, and pinching her chin, with dark eyes, he asked, "You don't believe me?"

"Yes." Nangong Baiye never lied, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "I should have no reason to believe you, right?"

Beiming Liancheng hummed, as if he was extremely tired, and didn't say anything more.

Nangong Baiye didn't understand what he meant, but being crushed by a vampire like this is really not a very pleasant thing.

I had no choice but to struggle with my hands, but he gave him a warning look.

Nangong Baiye immediately stopped moving, obediently holding the corpse there.

It took her a while before she realized why she was afraid of him?

He is the one who is injured now, why is she so obedient?

When did her body become so strange that she would execute what others said?

Nangong Baiye twisted her willow eyebrows, and then calmed down. No matter what the situation is, she will analyze it rationally...

Aware of her gradually softening attitude, Beiming Liancheng raised his eyes, and looked deeply into Nangong Baiye's eyes.

That Zixing's eyes were clear and transparent, except for his reflection, there were no waves, he was still on guard and full of calculations.

She has always had a lot of small thoughts.

But none of them will be used on him...

It's different now.

She was telling him clearly.

She doesn't believe him.

Beiming Liancheng froze his tall and straight back, and then stood up gracefully, as if he could not feel any pain, blood dripped down his shoulders, but he just bent down, focused on using his cloak She wrapped it up, and then hugged it horizontally in her arms.

Nangong Baiye didn't show any surprised expression, just looked at him, and there was an interrogation in his long and narrow eyes: "Who are you?"

If this is a strange vampire, there is no reason to be so kind to her. Wouldn't it be easier to pierce her throat directly?

Or do vampires like to develop feelings before sucking people?

But, he actually looked at her with a stupid look, and then said to her indifferently: "The person you love."

The voice was deep, deep and almost transparent, clear and holy, but so flat that no emotion could be heard.

Although the man's well-shaped lips were slightly raised, his tone lacked the proper cadence, as if he was just stating a fact.

That ice sculpture-like delicate side face sets off the noble and indifferent transparent sound quality, which has an incredible reverberating effect...

Just, the person she loves.

Why doesn't she know it herself?

Also, why did she fall in love with such an attractive man?

She just wanted to pull him over, pinch his ears and give him a good lesson, okay?

That proud look with eyes reaching to the top of the head is too flat!

Nangong Baiye narrowed his shrewd eyes, just about to open his mouth, but was pressed into his arms.

The coldness of the thin lips touching his body was also thick with blood, which made her frown.

Beiming Liancheng kept pressing her head with his hand, he didn't want to hear her talking, especially he didn't want to hear her asking who he was...

He can indulge her in anything, but he can't always make her forget about herself.

He has never had any desire for anything or anyone, but he knows that he wants to keep watching every move of this person in his arms.

However, the feeling of regret is often formed unconsciously, lurking in the crevices of emotions like a virus, and when the infected person notices it, it has usually grown to the point where it can sting people.

The carnival of the Palace of Demons is still going on, an extremely long crimson hair pavement splits the road ahead, and at the end is a solemn city wall.

Demons in black servant uniforms stood guard in front of the gate, as if they were checking the people entering the hall.

Until I saw 72 black magic pillars standing on the flat ground.

Nangong Baiye's long and narrow eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth raised: "So you are not a vampire, but a demon."

As early as when she was reading the Bible, she had seen descriptions about the Temple of Demons.

But after seeing it with my own eyes, I was still shocked by the magnificent building.

Speaking of which, this is all thanks to Lucifer.

If not for him, such an elegant palace would not exist.

"Your Highness." Sheila came over, her eyes moved slightly when she saw Beiming Liancheng's wound, and then she turned her attention to Nangong Baiye.

Nangong Baiye smiled at him, with three points of politeness and seven points of ruffianism.

"You brought me here because you want other demons to devour me?" She moved close to his ear, with provocative eyes written in her eyes: "I remember that high-level demons like to raise souls. Could it be that in the demon world, this habit changed?"

Beiming Liancheng paused, looked down at her, his eyes were unprecedentedly cold: "Do you think I will let other demons touch you?"

Nangong Baiye was taken aback.

She was just guessing, why is this demon angry?

She smiled and said nothing more.

Beiming Liancheng seemed to be crushed by some huge stone on his chest, her attitude towards him was very strange.

In the past, she would play tricks in his arms.

Now she can only give him this kind of polite smile, which is just right...

Beiming Liancheng paused. As early as he came in, the carnival demons had already looked towards him, and even many witches boldly released their love and worship.

Although he had a silver mask on his face, his innate aura had already made many people guess his identity.

Their great and graceful lords.

There was a lingering taste in his eyes, every demon was excited, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of him.

There has never been any distinction of status in the devil world. They regard the world as nothing, and everything starts from their desires.

In other words, as long as the two are in love, no matter who the other party is, they can have ML.

Therefore, any witch here hopes that those golden eyes will fall on him.

But they didn't have the guts to go forward, because Beiming Liancheng's cold aura basically insulated everything long ago.

But that indifferent handsome face made people feel that he was full of abstinence and wanted his favor.