Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Beiming Liancheng had a cold handsome face, his lips would only touch the bathed human beings when he was smoking, and he had never been touched at any other time, let alone a kiss

If this person is not the soul he is looking for, he can't help but spit it out, but even so, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

Very good, this lifeless little thing ruined my appetite again...

Beiming Liancheng touched his lips with his fingertips, and the temperature in his eyes became colder and colder.

Nangong Baiye laughed at the happy Huya, Xiao Mian, thinking that the people of Tangmen are so delicious, even the one who was eaten will disgust you enough, and then die!

"Come here." Beiming Liancheng didn't even call out to his junior sister, he pressed his palm on her waist, and his thin lips drew a cold arc: "You didn't rinse your mouth, did you?"

Nangong Baiye had a bad feeling: "What are you doing?"

"Senior sister is so sloppy, senior brother can't bear to see it." Beiming Liancheng's beautiful peach blossom eyes twitched, and evil spirits were brewing.

Nangong Baiye reached out to touch the exorcism knife on his waist...

"Be honest!" The man pressed her on the soft couch involuntarily, and the tip of her hanging hair hit her face, which was numb, and he smiled: "Junior Sister, you want me to do it myself! Shower up!" Mouth, or obediently wash your mouth clean, huh?"

Nangong Baiye smiled: "Don't bother senior brother, you have a cleanliness addiction."

"You got dirty anyway, so it doesn't matter if you do it again." Beiming Liancheng smiled coldly with his lowered lips.

Nangong Baiye's ears drooped: "I was wrong."

"Good boy." Master Liancheng withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and pointed to another jug ​​of real wine on the sandalwood table with his transparent fingertips: "Use it to clean yourself up."

Nangong Baiye frowned: "Blood?"

"It's Yulu aged wine." Beiming Liancheng casually straightened his cuffs, put his elbows on the table like a nobleman, and looked at her sideways.

Nangong Baiye analyzed the situation, he didn't have a tool in hand, he couldn't beat him, so he should rinse his mouth with wine.

After taking a sip and spitting it out, Nangong Baiye felt something was wrong: "How much is a pot of this wine?"

"Why are you asking this? Don't stop, keep going." Beiming Liancheng yawned as he spoke, his appearance was just like that of Tang Shao who commanded the battle.

The more Nangong Baiye thought about it, the more something went wrong. Yulu aging wine...couldn't be the Yulu aging wine that the master spent 100 taels of silver, and the brewery didn't give him a cup... Judging by this man's weird consumption concept, it is very possible.

"Why don't you wash up?" Beiming Liancheng glanced at her lazily.

Nangong Baiye hid the jug back, and earnestly educated a certain highness: "Such a good wine is a waste of rinsing your mouth. Later, I will help senior brother find a buyer. After selling it, we will each share half of the money."

"You seem to love money?" Beiming Liancheng twirled the transparent porcelain cup, his tone unhurried.

Nangong Baiye smiled frankly: "One must have a hobby. Silver is such a strong thing, so I naturally love it."

"Compared to that ex-husband of yours?" Beiming Liancheng laughed like a seductive demon.

With a heartbeat, Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes: "There is no comparison between the two."

"Really." Beiming Liancheng took her reaction in his eyes calmly, and his thin lips were tinged with coldness: "Junior Sister, why don't we make a deal?"

Nangong Baiye smiled slightly: "What deal?"

"I can avenge you, or give you a lot of money, as long as... you give me your soul."

The man's low voice is very alluring, like a poppy that attracts people to commit crimes. It's nothing when you take a sip, but if you take too much, it can make people irreversible.

Nangong Baiye looked directly into those golden eyes, and said bluntly, "I refuse, as I said, I like to do things like revenge with my own hands! Also, senior brother, your hypnotism is useless to me."

"Heh..." Beiming Liancheng stretched out his hand to embrace her, and his fingertips rested on the heart of her left chest: "What a cunning human being, you really don't want to try that kind of taste, huh?"

Nangong Baiye held his hand and smiled nicely: "Don't think that I don't know what you are planning. If your soul is gone, is that still a person? Brother, do you think that I am very ruthless and boring? I To this day, I rely on money and hatred. I like the feeling of killing the enemy with my hands, inch by inch. I am not afraid of retribution, and it is okay to go to hell after death, but I have people I care about, so I must pay attention to principles when doing things You vampires look down on someone like me who is afraid of death, right?"

"You think I won't eat you if you say that." Beiming Liancheng sneered: "Don't be so naive that day, just keep rinsing your mouth."

cold blooded!Nangong Baiye directly defined a man, holding the wine jar, reluctant to vomit.

When Nangong Xiaomiao nodded her toes and stretched her neck to look inside the carriage, what she saw was this scene. At that moment, His Highness the Seventh Prince had regained the appearance of a black-clothed scholar, with half-drooped eyes and thick eyelashes casting a shadow. It seemed a little unhappy that way.

Nangong Xiaomiao didn't know why this rich uncle was unhappy, so she saw his mother put the jug in his hand: "This is 100 taels of Yulu aged wine, and I sold it .”

"Mother, where did you get such expensive wine?" The little man tilted his head and shook the pot, only half of the sound was left. With his mother's stingy character, how could he be willing to drink it.

Nangong Baiye sighed deeply, "I got it by selling my appearance."

Nangong Xiaomiao suddenly felt that the jug in her hand was a bit heavy!

Beiming Liancheng listened with an evil smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved: "This time your mother is only prostitution, next time she plans to prostitution..."

Nangong Baiye's outstretched legs froze and almost fell off the carriage. Sure enough, she was not shameless enough.

Nangong Xiaomiao was still standing there, looking at her mother and then at her rich uncle with round eyes, feeling... weird.

"Son." Nangong Baiye got off the carriage and hurriedly asked about business: "How is the Jiang family?"

Nangong Xiaomiao wobbled and followed her with the jug in her arms, and said with some difficulty: "Hei Xiaosi and I have been watching there according to mother's orders, and nothing happened."

Beiming Liancheng stood behind the little guy and supported his back with his legs.

"Thank you, uncle." Nangong Xiaomiao was very polite, and started to walk forward again. After walking for a while, she stared at the flagon floating in her palm in disbelief, and turned her eyes brightly: "Uncle, are you How did you do it?"

Beiming Liancheng bent down with an evil smile: "Want to know?"

"Mmm! Mmm!" Nangong Xiaomiao nodded a second time as it was not enough.

Beiming Liancheng pointed to the guide palace Baiye: "Ask your mother to sell her soul to me, and I will teach you."

"Uncle." Nangong Xiaomiao raised the corners of her mouth and began to count with her little fingers: "My mother is greedy for money, stingy and loves to bully people, especially men! The worst thing is, she even messes with other people's hairstyles." , you saw my watermelon head, it was cut by her, it ruined the image of a handsome man too much meow!"

Beiming Liancheng raised a pretty brow: "Let's get to the point."

"She doesn't taste good, you can change it, Xiao Miao will catch it for you immediately!" The little guy patted his little chest while talking, as if he would give it to me and you can rest assured.

Beiming Liancheng smiled, and walked around with his hands together, waiting for him here.

"I just fell in love with your mother." Beiming Liancheng pointed his slender index finger on the tip of the little man's nose, and licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue.

Nangong Xiaomiao's expression changed immediately, her pupils narrowed into a thin golden line, and her sharp fangs were exposed: "Then you have to ask me if I want to!"

"Heh, finally he looks like a kid." Beiming Liancheng touched his teeth with his fingertips: "It's not bad for drinking milk."

Nangong Xiaomiao's cheeks turned red immediately: "I haven't grown up yet, when I grow up, I will be stronger than you!"

"Stand firmly before we talk." Beiming Liancheng glanced contemptuously at his short legs dangling back and forth, and hugged the villain.

Nangong Xiaomiao laughed immediately, curled up in his arms, and asked after a while: "Uncle, can I ride on your head?"

"Do you want to die?" Beiming Liancheng looked down at the glutinous rice dumpling in his arms.

The corners of Nangong Xiaomiao's mouth collapsed, and she began to sniff: "When Xiaomiao was shopping yesterday, she saw something

Many children are carried on their heads by their fathers..."

Beiming Liancheng listened expressionlessly, without any reaction.

The little man chattered for a while, and finally couldn't continue, raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Uncle, why don't you feel sorry for me at all."

"Hehe." Beiming Liancheng sneered, mockingly said, "You think I'm that little human surnamed Hei?"

"Okay." Nangong Xiaomiao spread her hands, "It's really not cute."

This man is too difficult to fight, my mother will definitely be devoured by him, what should I do meow...

The little man's troubles came, he leaned against Beiming Liancheng's arms and rubbed back and forth.

Nangong Baiye didn't know what the old and the young were muttering, and looked at the young master of the Hei family who was still looking at Jiang's house seriously and asked, "When did Jiang Xin go in?"

"Jiang Xin?" Hei Si frowned sternly, "We didn't see Jiang Xin."

Nangong Baiye was shocked, his eyes flickered, as if he was talking to himself: "He came out of the yamen in such a hurry and didn't go home, where did he go?"

Hei Si didn't speak, he always said very little.

Nangong Xiaomiao took the jug in her hand and asked, "Hei Xiaosi, is your house short of wine?"

"Not lacking." The young master of the Hei family didn't even turn his eyes.

Nangong Xiaomiao acted as if she hadn't heard it: "Sell this wine to you, I'll give you a discount, 1000 taels for half a pot."

"No." Hei Si was young and young, but she still had some momentum.

Nangong Xiaomiao didn't waste her words, and gave him the jug: "Hey, you've already touched this wine, bring the money tomorrow."

Heisi: ...

***Nangong Xiaomiao, what else can you do besides buying and selling by force!

Nangong Baiye watched the two villains pushing back and forth, and suddenly stood up holding the exorcism knife!

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Nangong Xiaomiao shouted after her.

Nangong Baiye grabbed the small backpack in his hand, with a serious expression on his face: "Something happened to the Jiang family."

She forgot the most important point.

That nine concubine who vowed to die but suddenly married into Jiang's family!