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317 The Lost of the Seventh Highness

However, this did not affect her rest.

Only by recovering her physical strength will her chances of escaping be higher.

Nangong Baiye walked to the dark red double bed and rested for a while. She was about to get up when she suddenly felt the bed tremble. He didn't get up completely, his upper body was slanted, just above her body.

Long, silver-white curly hair fell along his side face, making his brows and eyes look cold and beautiful.

He was very close to her.

The cold breath he exhaled hit her face little by little.

Stretching out a hand to grab a piece of her black hair, something seemed to be ignited in those long and narrow eyes. Under the straight and straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips parted slightly: "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon."

Nangong Baiye didn't speak, obviously the other party wouldn't give her a chance to speak, it was just a blink of an eye, the smoke was everywhere, and she was the only one left in the house.

Nangong Baiye was very happy about the demon's departure, because it would help her escape better.

After all, his existence is a strong sense of oppression...

Whoa!

The sound of the river turning.

Floating out of the dark river of Styx in Beiming Liancheng, the silver-white long hair was dyed with jet-black ink, and hit him wetly. The dyed water droplets not only did not affect his handsomeness, but also added a touch of wildness to him. charm.

Sheila stood on the shore, her robes overflowing, her bushy eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Although His Highness loves this river the most, he hates getting even a little bit of water in it.

Today, I went down the river myself, as if I was looking for something.

It should be looking for the soul.

Because in the Styx, there is nothing other than the soul.

"Your Highness." Sheila handed the black towel she had prepared long ago to Beiming Liancheng, raised her hands slightly, and lowered her eyes slightly.

Beiming Liancheng didn't pick it up, allowing the river to permeate the robe and mix with the blood on his chest.

could not find it.

Here, there is no her soul.

"Your Highness." Sheila's eyes fell on his chest, and her thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "Your wound needs to be cleaned."

Beiming Liancheng paced past him, his long black robe hanging straight down to the ground, like a European nobleman in the ancient century, his voice was indifferent and cold: "No need."

Sheila didn't say any more, holding the cleaning tools in both hands, and respectfully followed behind Beiming Liancheng.

He knew that no one could change His Highness's decision.

slap...

Nangong Baiye tilted his ears, listening to the sound of the window lock, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, just about to jump out.

The wooden door behind him opened.

Beiming Liancheng stood there, looking at her wetly, and after realizing what she wanted to do, his thin lips slightly raised: "You want to run away?"

His voice was low and deep, as if echoing from deep underground.

Although he didn't get into a rage, and even had an elegant manner, Nangong Baiye could still clearly detect the cold anger hidden under his steady voice.

At this moment, the aura around him is no longer gentle, but icy cold.

He is a bright and noble person, his eyebrows are frowning, his lips are pursed, and he is full of nobility.

In the end, he even raised his thin lips in a half-smile.

Nangong Baiye looked into those deep and intense amber pupils, and the previous transparent feeling of dust removal disappeared, replaced by a piercing coldness.

The eyes that cannot be ignored, and that cannot be avoided are like poisonous snakes staring at their prey, making her unable to move.

Seeing that handsome face that could fascinate so many women slowly approaching him, Nangong Baiye froze uncomfortably...