Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Late at night, in the imperial palace, the eunuchs stood outside the palace to watch the night, and they would inevitably gossip about the capital.

"Hey, have you heard that there seems to be an incredible character in the martial arts competition!"

"I know about this. I heard that the man didn't even show his martial spirit, and he won a total of 38 people."

"Yeah, he's still wearing a silver mask, do you think it's the master inside?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The elderly eunuch tightly covered the mouths of the two young lieutenants, and glanced at the dark hall anxiously, "You don't want your heads anymore?"

In the hall, the man leaning on the couch raised his eyes slightly, drank the red liquid in the cup, and said absently: "This martial arts competition is very lively?"

"Yes, master." Shadow danced happily: "I heard from people that there is a mysterious warrior who has won 38 games in a row this year."

After hearing this, the man's expression remained unchanged. He stuck out the tip of his tongue, rolled the red juice from the corner of his mouth into his thin lips, and said unhurriedly, "Go get the car ready."

"Gah?" Shadow was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to realize: "Yes!"

It would be a lie to say that he is not excited, his master has not been out of the palace for four years, and he has not competed in martial arts for ten years.

This time, maybe we can see him make a move...

Shadow hides his body with a face full of excitement, and prepares the carriage for leaving the palace.

Only then did the man stand up from the wooden couch, wearing a pure black tumbled cloak, luxurious in a low-key way, and a bit evil in a mysterious way.

The man walked slowly, the wind blowing his thousands of long hair, the long robe fell on the wooden floor of the palace, but it didn't seem to be stained with dust at all, the black robe gave him a kind of abstinence similar to that of a priest Feelings, evil spirits are concealed and restrained in the black robe, his eyelids are being raised from bottom to top, all the essence of moonlight seems to be concentrated in his pair of half-closed eyes, those eyes are not ordinary dark brown , but one circle of pupils surrounds another circle of pupils, and amber scars are densely covered... Indifference, evil, indescribable!

The silver mask lined the knife-like side face, and the sleeves were slightly raised. It was extremely cold, and no one dared to take half a step within a hundred meters.

The one who has such a fairy charm is not the Seventh Highness of the current dynasty, Beiming Liancheng, who else...

The next day, the weather was as good as ever.

Nangong Baiye was still dressed as yesterday, without a weapon in his hand, standing on the competition stage with fluttering clothes.

The discussion in the audience was like a tide, one after another.

"Silver mask?"

"Isn't this the master from yesterday?"

"He won again!"

"Oh my god, if you continue to win like this, won't you be able to fight all the way to the retest!"

Bang!

Wu Zhong rang, and the referee stood up from the wooden chair and announced loudly: "Contestant No. [-] wins and advances to the semi-finals!"

Player five...

Nangong Baiye looked down at the number on his clothes, bent his lips and smiled, three points evil, seven points handsome.

"This silver-masked man is really not simple." Qu Luo sat on the tea house less than one meter away, his eyes lowered with interest that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Standing behind him is a group of people who are the referees for this re-examination, including Nangong Rui'er, Mo Yan from the Hei family, and last year's champion of martial arts... Murong Shaofeng!

He looked down at the silver-masked man in white and frowned unconsciously.

It's strange, why he feels that figure from the back is very familiar...