Vampire cute baby tomb robber

316 His Pet, Her Beware

She never believed in any coincidences in this world.

If it wasn't someone who knew her deeply, she probably wouldn't know her preferences...

Nangong Baiye turned his eyes around, and the tear mole under the corner of his eyes was flying.

Even the way the devil in front of him crossed his legs was indescribably elegant.

"When it comes to eating, I put my paws away." He looked at her, propped his chin with his fingers, his laziness was luxurious, and his voice was cold: "It really fits your character."

Nangong Baiye frowned.

What does he mean by that?

Kind of like saying she's a pig.

And, what does his casual swipe mean.

Despise her?

It's best for this man not to open his mouth. Once he opens his mouth, everything that is noble and glamorous will be shattered.

If it was possible, she really wanted to turn him into a little guy and shake him a few times vigorously in her hand.

Ah, too poisonous tongue!

However, she just thought about this kind of thing.

Because relying on experience, Nangong Baiye can guess how dangerous this man is...

"Your Highness." Sheila walked over with her left hand on her right shoulder, like a butler in a cartoon, with a deadpan expression and thoughtful etiquette.

Behind him is an English-style dining trolley. The dining trolley is made of silver, covered with exquisite black cloth, dotted with chiffon black gauze and roses. A plate of boiled fish is really a waste of beautiful scenery.

With one hand behind her back, Sheila held the boiled fish and placed it on the long dining table.

Beiming Liancheng took the silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish naturally, and stretched it out in front of her.

There was an obvious sound of gasping in the hall.

Nangong Baiye frowned.

She often travels around the world and has met many Europeans and Americans.

If her memory served her well, neither the well-mannered English nor the romantic French would feed anyone.

Even if you usually eat at the same table, you won't give the food to anyone.

Only the closest lover would do this.

Could it be that the folk customs in the devil world have become so open that they don't care about these rules?

Nangong Baiye thought secretly, smiled, silently rejected this intimate gesture, and handsomely picked up the silver fork on the table: "Thank you, but here is a set of tableware, I use the fork well. "

The outstretched hand of Beiming Liancheng froze in mid-air, and after a pause, he put down the silver chopsticks, his amber eyes were as deep as water.

Nangong Baiye looked at his cold side face, and was a little puzzled. Could it be that demons are so uncertain?

"Eat." Beiming Liancheng raised his chin, rested one hand lazily on the back of the chair behind her, and put the fish meat in the other hand on the porcelain plate in front of her, his voice was so indifferent Happy and angry.

Nangong Baiye didn't say much this time, he buried his head in eating the fish, and just after finishing the fish on the plate, the chopsticks over there stretched out again.

Nangong Baiye stopped holding the silver fork for a while, and then continued to eat. Although she ate casually, she would not gobble it up. Even if she was extremely hungry, she still had a somewhat lazy and ruffian air.

But compared to him, she is a bit rough in the market.

If the posture of Beiming Liancheng holding silver chopsticks can be directly used to shoot western food advertisements.

Then she seemed to be eating at a roadside stall, filling her cheeks casually, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly when she tasted spicy food, like a happy meow.

They are obviously two completely different temperaments, but they are extremely beautiful.

He didn't seem to eat much, most of the fish was on her plate.

And Nangong Baiye noticed that the fish he brought her were all thorned...

Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes, with a silver fork in his mouth, he looked up.

He lowered his head and was picking out the fishbone. His thick black eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his porcelain-white face.

Nangong Baiye stretched out his hand and covered his chest, feeling very empty.

I don't know where, and I don't know why, it's empty...

Could it be that she is sick?

It does feel a bit like stomach acid.

Nangong Baiye took another mouthful of fish quietly.

The reason why she sits here and eats so defenselessly.

It is because she knows that this dish is safe and does not contain any toxins.

If a person wants to poison a person, it is impossible to pick her fishbone.

But even so, she can't always stay in the Demon Realm. Since the other party has no intention of letting her go, she can only support herself...

After eating a meal, all the demons in the hall, no matter if they were men or women, showed expressions of astonishment more or less, and even looked at Nangong Baiye with a hint of deep meaning in their eyes.

The witches held folding fans, covered their lips lightly, and whispered through the black veil on their faces.

But these, it seemed that Beiming Liancheng couldn't catch them at all.

His hands were still resting casually on the back of the chair where Nangong Baiye was sitting, as if he was a little absent-minded.

Nangong Baiye usually doesn't care what others think of him. After eating the fish, he propped his chin and continued to study the route in the hall.

Study for a while.

Eyelids began to sink, and he yawned lazily.

"Sleepy?" Beiming Liancheng turned his head, his voice was deep and deep, the metallic texture had a good hypnotic effect, and his amber eyes were brighter than the lights in the hall.

Nangong Baiye propped his chin with one hand, and smiled with his lips curled up: "A little bit."

Beiming Liancheng didn't speak any more, and beckoned Xila over, and then gave some instructions in a low voice.

Sheila nodded, stretched out her left hand, and said without any ups and downs in her voice, "Miss Bai Ye, please."

Nangong Baiye wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, then got up and followed Sheila. Before going upstairs, she glanced back in a strange way.

Only the falling black feather could be seen, and the devil's shadow was no longer on the carved wooden chair...

Nangong Baiye frowned, and followed Sheila into a room with a complete European classical architectural style, layers of black, purple and gold thread curtains, a velvet sofa with a large curved back, a bench with silver lacquer armrests, and a fireplace. The raging flames look old-fashioned and quiet.

The water-like silver moonlight poured down and shrouded the roses in front of the window, giving people a dark gorgeousness.

It is enough to see that the owner of this house has great taste.

"Miss Bai Ye, please feel free, according to His Highness's instructions, if you have anything to do, you can shake the silver bell on the bedside." Sheila's voice was very formulaic.

Nangong Baiye said politely: "Thank you."

Sheila looked at her, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but finally didn't speak, and walked out of the house.

Nangong Baiye was already tired, because she was in the Demon Realm, she had to raise her spirits to guard against everything.

The devil has the most exquisite acting skills in the world.

She wasn't sure if what she saw was real?

So, she can only be on guard...