Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Aunt Jiu under the bed pulled her stiff lips, and a sinister arc formed at the corner of her mouth.

Nangong Baiye continued to walk forward as if he didn't notice.

Aunt Ninth's hand had already touched her clothes, and the coldness that came to her face seemed to be able to penetrate into the bones. She rolled her eyes, and her posture was indescribably weird: "I caught you!"

But what she didn't expect was that instead of panicking, Nangong Baiye grabbed her wrist too hard, and said casually: "My dream is for you to come and play wild?"

Just after she finished saying this, her eyes fell into darkness again...

In reality, the jailer was still smiling sinisterly, his eyes fixed on Nangong Baiye, who had fallen asleep, and the muscles on his face moved back and forth: "I was lifted up by Ye Mei just now, and the yang energy is already low." Poor, you still dare to provoke me, you are looking for death! Hehe, keep dreaming with the endless fear I created for you, hahaha!" As he said that, the jailer turned around: "Next, it will be you! "

It turned out that Nangong Baiye had never left the prison, and the Jiang residence she saw was just a dream created by evil spirits to take people's lives...

Master Zhang doesn't care about dreams or not, the most important thing now is to save his life!

Without even thinking about it, he got up and ran towards the door on the other side of the prison!

There was an iron lock hanging on the prison door, and he couldn't escape at all, so he could only shake the iron lock with his hands constantly, and the cold sweat on his forehead was covered layer after layer!

The jailer had already come to him, with the corners of his mouth raised, as if he was smiling, but his smile was too weird!

It was so weird that Master Zhang took a big step back, his fat body pressed against the cold iron door, and even his lips trembled.

In the dim light, he saw the jailer holding a human head in his arms, and that head was himself!

The head smiled at him, and the jailer also smiled...

The scene was horrific.

However, even in such a gloomy atmosphere, Bei Minglian City's expression was still as indifferent as ice. With one hand inserted in the black robe, he seemed to have a natural abstinence temperament, which always aroused a wave of anger wherever he went. The cold air flow, placed in modern times, is simply a portable natural mobile air conditioner!

The jailer didn't seem to expect that there would be someone who wasn't afraid of him, his neck turned around stiffly, and his bluish-white lips parted sinisterly...

But the man didn't even look at him, he maintained the movement just now, his slender legs didn't move for half an inch, he just leaned forward slightly, his waist bent ninety degrees, and with his fingers in black gloves, he poked On Nangong Baiye's face, he said slowly

: "Junior Sister, how long are you going to sleep?"

The light fragrance lingered in the nose, but Nangong Baiye didn't even blink his eyelashes, leaning there quietly, a strand of chestnut black long curly hair slipped down, sticking to his ears docilely, making that palm-sized The little face is smaller and more proud.

"Heh..." Beiming Liancheng tilted his head and smiled, pinched her chin with his fingers, and slowly raised it upwards. Following his movements, the porcelain white wrist was exposed again, like fine jade, It still exudes a beautiful luster: "You really don't plan to wake up?"

Nangong Baiye kept his face motionless, but muttered in his heart, he shouldn't know that he was pretending to pass out, he must be testing himself, and vowed not to wake up, otherwise, if he missed this opportunity, how would she think he made a move?

Suddenly, I heard an extremely impatient tongue-smacking sound in my ear!

The man's hand suddenly clasped her wrist, and pulled her into his arms together with the person. His voice was low and pleasant, and the man's unique sandalwood breath sprayed on her face, and his big palm clasped her waist, as if holding her. The whole person hugged him and pressed against his lap.

"It's a pity." Beiming Liancheng did hold "food" in his arms. Such a posture is pampering and intimate, like hugging a kitten or hugging a puppy. Anyway, no matter what you hug, it doesn't matter. Like hugging a woman.

He bent his thin lips, as if he was regretful, and evil poured out of his eyes: "If you haven't fainted, you can see how that ghost killed Mr. Zhang, um...he's about to wring his head off .”

Depend on!

Nangong Baiye stopped pretending, opened a pair of clear eyes, put one hand on the ground, turned his wrist, and stood up from the man's arms.

Her movements were beautiful and swift, and as soon as she stood up, her long and slender legs slashed towards the jailer!

Swish!

Strong enough to cut through the wind!

The jailer didn't expect her to wake up, and she was kicked and slid out more than one meter!

Nangong Baiye turned sideways, kicked and swept over with one leg.

The heel stepped on the jailer's arm exactly, and the eyes were bent into a line with a smile: "Although I don't like being stepped on, it feels good to step on others."

The jailer opened his big black mouth, and let out a beast-like whimpering sound from his throat: "How could it be? How could you be fine?"

Nangong Baiye smiled, and twisted out a piece of talisman paper in his hand...

The jailer glared at her viciously, only then did he realize that there were four such talisman papers pasted all around the prison, no more, no less, a total of four pieces were pasted on the four corners of the southeast, north, east, and west respectively, and only now did they emit a faint floating light. .

The jailer laughed sinisterly: "It turns out that we have made preparations in advance."

"It's not just as simple as preparing." Nangong Baiye shook his bloody index finger: "Although I have lost my yang energy, I can't use the exorcism knife, but... I can accept you with these talisman papers!"

As the words fell, those talisman papers seemed to have a sense, hanging in the air and surrounding the jailers in the center of the prison!

The jailer finally showed a look of fear, his face was struggling, as if he wanted to escape from this body!

However, his chest was still being stepped on by a white shoe with talisman paper stuck on it, and he couldn't move at all!

"Tell me, what are you looking for?" Nangong Baiye asked in a deep voice, "Is that thing still on Jiang Xin's body? Or is it somewhere in Jiang's house?"

Just as the jailer was about to speak, his body twitched uncontrollably, and a slight muffled sound came into his ears: "I hate betrayers the most..."

"No!" The jailer hugged his head, and black mist began to appear on his face!

The mist turned into a whirlpool, clearly trying to wrap around Nangong Baiye's feet!

Beiming Liancheng's figure flickered, and he brought him to a safe place in the blink of an eye. He looked at no Yifu, turned into a black mist of sewage, his eyes were dark and cold...

Jiang Xin is dead, and now even the jailer is dead.

The only thing I didn't guess wrong was that someone was indeed looking for something?

Nangong Baiye squinted his eyes, put the exorcism knife behind his waist, turned his head to look at Mr. Zhang who had fainted on the ground, and then raised his eyes to look at his stalwart senior brother, which clearly meant to say, show off your gentleman qualities The time has come!

Beiming Liancheng was not polite, and stood there cleanly: "What are you looking at?

Haven't lifted people out yet. "

"Heh, heh..." Nangong Baiye laughed twice, "Brother, don't you think men should do things like lifting people?"

Beiming Liancheng stopped in his tracks, looked back at her, and said lightly, "I don't think so."

Nangong Baiye: ...

This day is over!

"Hey... Hey..." Nangong Baiye dragged Mr. Zhang forward with great effort, regardless of whether the fat man's head was hit or not, he was a little out of breath when he reached the door.

Beiming Liancheng followed behind her, her abstinent black robe fluttering in the wind, her long legs were walking unhurriedly, as if she was taking a leisurely stroll after a meal.

As soon as Qu Luo arrived at the yamen, what he saw was this scene, and he blinked evilly: "Hey, how does it feel to drag people?"

"Yeah." Nangong Baiye let go of his hands, and smiled brightly, "The only feeling is that your Seventh Highness is too shameless."

Qu Luo grasped her hand: "My confidant!"

Beiming Liancheng's gaze turned lukewarm, and the bottom of his eyes was frosty.

Qu Luo trembled, and his hands tightened even more!

"Qu Luo, cough cough, you should refrain from your playboy behavior, and don't forget the identity of Miss Bai Ye." With the sound of coughing, the faint scent of medicine floated over, Bei Mingxun's handsome face was filled with Warm smile.

Nangong Baiye was curious: "What is my identity?"

As if thinking about it again, Bei Mingxun coughed a few times, his face was also stained rosy, and he didn't answer her question directly, but said in a rustling voice: "General Murong is asking Father to give you a marriage. ..."