Vampire cute baby tomb robber

139 The Seventh Highness's Anger

In the dense mist, the magic palace was as silent as ever, and two small reflections appeared on the black marble floor.

This time, although the vampire bats were all drowsy, they looked more evil than last time, and their half-opened red eyes were staring at the center of the hall.

Nangong Xiaomiao held Hei Si's hand, and stared at the man half-lying on the black wooden chaise longue with her big cat's eyes. Her back was straight and she had a somewhat elegant posture. As the saying goes, you don't lose if you lose , he must overwhelm the opponent in terms of aura!

When he was looking at Beiming Liancheng, Beiming Liancheng was also looking at him.

However, compared to Nangong Xiaomiao, Beiming Liancheng seemed much more careless, propping his face lazily with one hand, looking down at His Highness, with a hint of amusement brewing in his long and narrow peach blossom eyes.

"Come here." He hooked his index finger towards Nangong Xiaomiao.

Nangong Xiaomiao snorted heavily!

Beiming Liancheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he stretched out his hand, several bats soared into the air, with the little man's clothes in their mouths, and picked him up from the ground...

Nangong Xiaomiao watched her two calves leave the ground, her face was stunned.

"Your Highness!" Hei Si raised the spear in his left hand, and grabbed the little man's ankle with his right hand. The invisible martial energy shook the bats to one side. In front of him, there was no disturbance at all.

Nangong Xiaomiao showed her small fangs: "Bad uncle, you are a bad uncle! My mother told me that no educated man would embarrass a child!"

"What do you want to cultivate?" With a wave of Beiming Liancheng's long sleeves, Nangong Xiaomiao's small body was pressed on the imperial concubine chair by him.

Nangong Xiaomiao stood unsteadily, and said in a childish voice, "Cultivation!"

Beiming Liancheng pinched his chin and smiled evilly: "What is that, can it be eaten?"

Nangong Xiaomiao drooped her eyelids, completely defeated by the shamelessness of His Highness the Seventh Prince.

Beiming Liancheng touched Nangong Xiaomiao's sharp fangs with his fingers, and the little Highness in Xiaobakou should be referring to him...

But when and where did I create him?

Why is there no impression at all?

Beiming Liancheng was thinking in his heart, and wanted to turn the little man over in his hands and take a closer look.

"Forget it." Nangong Xiaomiao sighed for a long time, as if I don't care about you, young master, she took out a roll of paper from her pocket with her little hand: "This is for you."

Beiming Liancheng raised his good-looking eyebrows, took the roll of paper with his left hand, and pushed it away with his fingertips, his beautiful and deep eyes were suddenly frozen to the extreme!

The fingertips wearing black gloves froze abruptly in mid-air, and the handsome face that exudes elegance suddenly cracked.

It was just a piece of ordinary paper, but at this moment, he felt his hand feel a little heavy.

The heavy feeling spread from the fingers to the limbs, pulling the nerves abruptly.

The paper was flat, with a line of beautiful ink script clearly written on it.

He thought that after the completion of the contract yesterday, the two had reached a consensus.

She is his exclusive food.

Until the moment she went, no matter whether it was body or soul, only he was qualified to touch it.

However, he forgot that she is a human being, and it is very likely that she will belong to another person one day through a form different from a contract...

The sudden tightness in his chest made his Adam's apple move with difficulty.

Beiming Liancheng stared at the script in regular script, his slightly squinted pupils glowed evilly, and the countless vampire bats behind him seemed to have been stimulated by something, all of them widened their bloody eyes and let out ear-piercing screams , The entire palace was buzzing!

Hei Si raised her eyes slightly, and couldn't help being a little startled when she saw Shang Beiming Liancheng's ruthless and cold face.

That expression is really terrifying!

Although His Highness is cold, he has an expression like today.

It was the first time seeing Hei Si.

Such evil horror.

Like an emissary from hell...

However, he actually laughed at this moment, crushing the piece of paper with his fingers.

After a while, the rolled paper was shredded and only a pile of ashes remained. He blew on the palm of his hand, and the sound was so cold that it could pierce human bones: "Recruit a husband? What do you mean? Huh?"

Nangong Xiaomiao was not afraid of him, she straightened her collar, jumped off the imperial concubine chair, and raised her small hands: "It literally means, my mother is going to recruit a husband, so I came here to inform the bad uncle! "

"Whose idea is this?" Beiming Liancheng asked heavily, his eyes locked on Nangong Xiaomiao's face.

Nangong Xiaomiao shrugged her shoulders like a little adult: "Of course it is my mother's. She has always wanted to find a handsome and wealthy husband! But there are too many people who pursue her. It is difficult for her to make a choice. It has been decided to hold a husband recruitment conference. At that time, my mother's favorite Mr. Qu and His Highness the Third Prince will all be there, meow."

(Hei Si: ...Obviously the post has just been sent out, so it's not sure if it's received or not...)

"Okay, very good!" Beiming Liancheng stood up and casually walked down the steps step by step. Under the long black fur robe, every time he took a step, a thin crack appeared on the ground.

The creaking sound made all the creatures belonging to the night tremble. Even the vampire bats hanging upside down on the tree tremblingly raised their wings and did not dare to move.

This time, their supreme Highness was really angry...

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The sunlight outside the window is getting thicker and thicker. Unlike the gloomy night, the streets and alleys of the capital during the day are full of noisy pedestrians.

There were official ladies who came to buy rouge, and there were fruit vendors with stalls. A few children held candied haws in their hands and wore thick red cotton jackets. They ran up and down the street, having a good time.

But soon, she was dragged to her side by her own mother and reprimanded severely, just because she was worried that the children would get lost again.

A series of missing cases in the capital these days has made the common people feel panic, and even their lives have become cautious.

Normally, the sugar hawker would always be surrounded by a group of tiger-headed children, but now it was deserted, and it took a long time to sell a few.

Nangong Baiye walked all the way, originally wanting to ask these children who often play in the street, if they feel anything strange recently.

What is distressing is that whenever she gets close to the child, someone will rush over and take the child away.

It is a good thing to have a sense of prevention, but it also affects her efficiency too much...

"Huh..." Nangong Baiye was lying weakly on the wooden table of the tea shop, just when she was at a loss what to do, she was suddenly caught by something strange not far away...