Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Bei Mingxun turned his head sideways and looked at the fallen angel who made the sound. His pupils were as deep as an ancient well, and a black glow emerged: "The third prison?"

"Hmm." The fallen angel sat up straight, her slender legs were half-bent, and she propped her chin with her fingers as if she was meditating: "The intruder this time is a bit interesting, and he managed to persist until now."

Bei Mingxun took a sip of his tea and didn't speak.

The fallen angel laughed, and slightly raised his thin lips: "However, he can only break into the third prison, because even if the archangel comes, he may not be able to break through that prison."

"Why?" Fanny jumped down from the treetops, his red robe fluttering with the wind, indescribably arrogant: "Isn't it the third prison, what's the problem? It's not me and Xun who are guarding it. "

The fallen angel glanced at him, and narrowed his eyes meaningfully: "Fanny, don't underestimate the guardian of the third prison. Although he can't fight without you, none of the people who entered that prison can fight." Come out. The deepest part of this prison is that... there is no entry but no exit."

"What do you mean?" Fanny frowned his thick black eyebrows, and his handsome profile was full of puzzlement.

The fallen angel stopped talking, and just smiled at him, that smile was full of evil and playfulness.

Bei Mingxun lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes fell down, forming a thick shadow.

The third prison...

The extremely dark corridor, with the flickering oil lamps, was a bit dark.

Compared with the openness of the previous two prisons, the light in this prison is very dark.

When they reached the center of the hall, it was bright for an instant.

In the gorgeous and ethereal palace, you can vaguely see the wall of flowing water at the end, and the clear water with a little green light pours down from a high place

Along the relief on the wall, it flows into the pattern of countless angels soaring.

They spread their golden wings one after another, illuminating the dark hall.

They smiled, with the grace of heaven, earth and stars blooming on their faces, and they put their left sides on their right shoulders devoutly, as if they were praying.

The golden rays of light refracted through the crystal to reflect gorgeous awns, and hit Beiming Liancheng's black robe in spots.

He still wore the pair of black gloves full of abstinence, and the texture of the gloves made his hands more slender and stronger.

Nangong Baiye in her arms fell asleep peacefully, except for the blood on her chest, she couldn't tell that she was in any pain.

Apart from Beiming Liancheng's footsteps, there was no sound in the hall.

This place is like a holy place away from the hustle and bustle, it looks so peaceful and peaceful.

There is only one point, which makes Beiming Liancheng's thick eyebrows slightly frowned.

This place has no door!

The halo lingers around, and someone can vaguely hear singing.

The glass is transparent, reflecting the remaining red, within reach...

……

In the distance, above the desert.

Bei Mingxun put down the blue and white porcelain tea bowl in his hand, glanced at the cloudy Fanny, and said in a calm voice, "Think about it carefully, have you ever seen the guardian of the third prison?"

Fanny was stunned for a moment, and there was a strange look in his evil eyebrows: "It's really strange to hear you say that. We've been together for a long time, hundreds of years, and I really haven't seen him once. How about you? Have you seen it?"

"No." The other fallen angel shook his head, raised his eyes, and looked at the bright red sky, "That's why I said, he's not easy to deal with at all."

Penny curled his thin lips: "What's going on?"

"The guardian of the third prison doesn't exist at all." Bei Mingxun's expression was as gentle as ever, but the coldness that flashed through the depths of his eyes made it impossible for anyone to ignore it.

Fanny frowned: "Doesn't exist? How is this possible?"

"Oh, of course it's possible." Bei Mingxun raised his thin lips, and said in a lukewarm tone: "As long as it's something that person wants to make, it can definitely exist."

Fanny's eyes flashed: "You mean, the guardian of the third prison is related to that person? No, isn't he in the seventh prison?"

"I'm just guessing." Bei Mingxun picked up the purple sand teapot on the side with his slender fingers, clasped the handle with his slender fingers, and there was no wave on his face: "After that jihad, his soul was divided into pieces and fell He entered the world, but his body was buried forever in the Seventh Hell. But many gods of death said that there is no such thing as his most perfect spirit body in the world. I suspect that his most evil soul actually stayed in the prehistoric land. So even if we go to the human world, we can't feel any breath about him. Since he stays here, he must be guarding his own body, waiting for the day when the spirit and body will become one."

Fanny's fingers were slightly stiff, and he, who had always been on the sidelines, had never thought about it so much.

Bei Mingxun lowered his eyes and continued: "The palace only appeared after he fell into a deep sleep. There are seven floors, and there will be a guardian on each floor. And the guardian of the third prison only existed at that time. Yes. Before, none of us saw him. After that, he didn't show up once. Do you think it's normal for such a coincidence?"

unusual.

Abnormal from beginning to end.

Perhaps from the beginning, that person planned to come back.

In a posture that no one can imagine... Rebirth!

However, what Fanny cared about was another matter. How powerful would that person's most evil soul be?

Such unknowns made him squint his gem-like red eyes. He looked at the palace not far away, and the deepest part of his heart was an emotion that he didn't want to face...

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The sound of low footsteps echoed in the hall, and Beiming Liancheng walked in the center without knowing any doors, and even the outside of the windows was an illusion reflected by the glass.

Vaguely, a black shadow quickly passed behind him.

Beiming Liancheng moved his ear bones, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Not for anything else, just for the figure that appeared in front of him.

He was dressed in a holy robe with sleeves reaching to the elbows, revealing white gloves with silver chains, and on his chest were clusters of precious stones that jingled softly when he bent down.

There is a gold belt tied on his robe, which is mixed with the long hair of the same color, falling down his waist like flowing water, dazzling like gold.

There are beautiful six wings blooming behind him, that is the real holy light, as long as it unfolds, everything will lose its color.

His slender fingers stretched out from the rolled cuffs, and poked Nangong Baiye's face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, bringing out the yin that didn't match his face: "What a delicious soul..."

As he spoke, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his thin lips: "Unfortunately, it's not finished yet, but these won't affect her taste. I'm very happy that you can bring her back..."