Vampire cute baby tomb robber

The little man obediently put his hand in her palm.

Nangong Baiye dragged his son up with a tug, put him on the floor properly, and wrapped him in thick fur.

The little man showed a delicate little face, and looked around with big eyes: "Mother, let's bring all the things we can bring, the things from Daddy's place, a cup is worth a lot of money."

Nangong Baiye nodded, and began to search the palace for carpets, picking out expensive and easy-to-reach things and stuffing them into the robes, with first-class techniques.

After Beiming Liancheng discussed the matter, what they saw was this scene...

He leaned against the door frame with a cold face, his two long legs that made him jealous were slightly crossed, and the light was reflected in his amber eyes. This posture made him look extremely handsome and full of abstinence.

Beiming Liancheng did not make a sound.

Just waiting for the big and small ones to feel that the things are almost stuffed, and when they are extremely embarrassed, they will speak slowly: "Dinner is ready, the main dish is boiled grass carp, the side dish is spicy short ribs, and there is also a side dish. There's cumin roti."

Nangong Baiye paused, and subconsciously wanted to turn around.

The little man grabbed her: "Mother, don't listen to him, he is tempting you."

"Fifty black pearls, one hundred tomatoes." Beiming Liancheng didn't even move, just put one hand in his pocket and stood up straight.

Nangong Xiaomiao bit her thumb vigorously: "Mother..."

"Don't listen to him, he is trying to seduce you." Nangong Baiye patted the little man's head and threw away what the little man said.

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The two mother and son just stared at each other for a second, then turned their heads in unison, and said in unison, "Where is the thing?"

The black-clothed servant who was waiting on the sidelines coughed heavily, not knowing whether to admire His Highness's superb means, or to admire the capriciousness of His Highness and Madam o(□)o

Beiming Liancheng can be regarded as a snake hitting seven inches, hitting the point inch by inch, no matter how much effort it takes, and turning around coolly, the big and small will follow up spontaneously.

While walking, he comforted himself there.

"Son, I'm definitely not giving in to him. Only after eating and running can I have the strength to escape, right?" Nangong Baiye said seriously.

Nangong Xiaomiao nodded her head heavily, and held her fingers with her small hand: "We can take out one of those black pearls as travel expenses, and we must take advantage of it before leaving!"

Beiming Liancheng didn't bother to look at their sympathy for each other, he leaned back in the wooden chair gracefully, crossed his legs, looked at the servants behind him, and signaled that it was time to start the meal.

Nangong Xiaomiao obediently sat down on her small wooden chair. When she climbed up, she still took a little effort, but he didn't need anyone to help him. He picked up a small spoon and fork, and started to attack the tomatoes.

Nangong Baiye was already hungry, and had already digested the wine he drank, and now seeing a table of his favorite dishes, he buried his head in eating.

Beiming Liancheng didn't eat these, and shook the transparent glass in his hand, occasionally adding a few chopstick dishes for the two of them.

That means, nothing more than keeping pets.

One big and one small are raised together.

After Nangong Baiye was full, he put the corpse on the chair for a while, and then began to sway to sleep.

Nangong Xiaomiao was even more straightforward, with her small face lying in Beiming Liancheng's palm, her small hand tightly holding the black pearl, snoring slightly, her small mouth opening and closing.

Beiming Liancheng directly picked up the little one and threw it to the serving servant, saying in a deep voice, "Send the little highness to rest."

"Yes." The butler who came out of the Demon Palace was always different. He turned around and disappeared into the thick fog.

Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes, looked at Nangong Baiye for a while, then bent down, and hugged him horizontally.

Nangong Baiye had a good meal this time, plus she was too lazy to move her fingers after drinking alcohol, the familiar sandalwood in her breath was reassuring, she didn't open her eyes, she felt very comfortable all over.

Feeling something sticking to the side of my ear, it was numb and numb, like a series of tiny electric currents, spreading all over the body, the limbs became softer, I couldn't use any strength, and I seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping. Focus on.

Looking at it from the perspective of Beiming Liancheng, that always cold face was stained rosy, with a fragility that made people want to be bullied severely.

He chuckled lightly, brushed the long strap of her nightgown with his slender fingers, held out her neck with one hand, and kissed her inch by inch...

demon.

if he wants.

He can make any girl happy as if she is in heaven.

Nangong Baiye resisted, the numbness was about to overwhelm her, but she still got rid of this strange feeling, and after realizing something was wrong, she suddenly opened her eyes.

However, it's too late.

Something abruptly broke into the soft place, and entered the deepest part without resistance.

Then came the stormy attack.

She didn't have time to react at all.

The only support is him behind him.

Passively accept it all.

The scene in front of me was shaky as if separated by a layer of mist.

"Oh, I'm still so nervous." Beiming Liancheng clasped her waist tightly, and his low laughter was hoarse, so magnetic that it was fatal.

His callused fingers stretched in from the hem of the robe, and slid around her waist recklessly...

Nangong Baiye only felt that it was on fire, burning from the face, and the chest seemed to be getting more and more swollen and itchy under the friction of the cloth.

He didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

He only stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and moved wantonly, becoming more and more numb, and his mind went blank.

Curly chestnut hair intertwined with long silver-white hair.

Liuhai was wet with sweat, making her young and beautiful face even more fragile.

Beiming Liancheng's eyes were deep, and he dragged her up. The cold robe on her body brushed her slightly hot face, which made people lose all reason.

At first, she thought she was finally relieved, but who knew that she just cursed the bastard in a low voice.

He started again, and the graceful and luxurious voice hit her ear: "It seems that you like it very much..."

Then, what was it, Nangong Baiye could no longer remember.

He only listened in a daze to someone's report from outside.

"Your Highness, there are people from the Hei family who want to take His Highness back to Chaoyang Palace."

There was no joy or anger in Beiming Liancheng's tone: "Go back to him."

"Yes." The black-clothed servant didn't enter the door at all, and he didn't dare to enter the door. He just retreated respectfully and walked into the thick fog.

Outside the door, the young master of the Hei family was wearing a black cloak, the fox-white fur set off that small face, and the transparent skirt...

Message to readers: I don’t know if I can pass this chapter. I almost deleted a thousand words, and only five hundred are left... None of them will stop the Seven Temples' methods of lightning and thunder, you know, good night, okay.