Love Addiction: Raising an Apprentice as a Pet

Chapter 250

Ling Yue watched the mist dissipate slowly, and felt a little depressed. Although he knew that this had something to do with Long Chuan's death and his own luck, but in the end he died in front of his own eyes. Care, it's really fake.

However, he slightly rolled his lower eyelids, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with a layer of dull gray and white. It is a pity that this Longshi Mountain and River is not exhausted. If it is directly destroyed, more people may be displaced and displaced.

"Master, what are you thinking?" Ling Luping suddenly embraced Ling Yue from behind him, wrapped his hands around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and asked softly.

"It's nothing." Ling Yue didn't know how to tell Ling Luping these things, if he talked too much, he might disturb his tranquility, besides, it had nothing to do with them, it was nothing more than other people's business.

Ling Yue's thinking was simple, but Ling Luping didn't think so at all. He felt that it was very bad for Ling Yue to keep things from him.

Does this mean that the master has not fully trusted me?This kind of understanding made Ling Luping feel suffocated and aching, but he didn't continue to ask Ling Yue, because he didn't want him to feel that he was a jealous person.

"It's fine if nothing happens." Ling Luping pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth, then closed his eyes slightly, and then continued, "Master, since this Sikong is dead, it is actually very beneficial to us .”

It is indeed beneficial. After all, Sikong is the first heir to the throne and was also the former prince. There are not a few people who form parties with him. I was thinking about how to smoothly dispel all the people from these parties. Now, this Longxuan God himself helped.

However, thinking of the disgusting and obscene eyes that Emperor Longxuan looked at him, Ling Luping felt uncomfortable all over his body.

"It's really beneficial." Ling Yue's voice was extremely soft, and when he mentioned Sikong, he naturally thought of Long Chuan, that poor soul who was still whining, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity in his heart.

Of course, he also knows that the situation in front of him is really beneficial to Changkong, and naturally it will greatly shorten the time for Pinger to fulfill his promise to him, which is probably a blessing in disguise.

"Master, tell me, after this matter is over, we will swim all over the mountains and rivers, okay?" Ling Luping rubbed Ling Yue's neck, with a coquettish taste, and continued, "Master also said, There are other planes and spaces, so let's go and see them as well, okay?"

Two questions in a row made the corners of Ling Yue's tightly pursed lips lighten a bit, and he raised a faint smile. He followed Ling Luping's words and imagined the scene at that time. He thought, maybe he also excellent thing.

"Okay." However, the premise is that he will continue to improve Ping'er's strength. If he has not reached the level of a god, even if he wants to travel to other planes, it may be difficult.

"Master, will you be with me forever?" Ling Luping asked again, with hope, but also with subtle tension. He knew that if he kept asking this question from time to time, it might make the master hate it. , but he really cared.

"Naturally." Ling Yue's eyes darkened, thinking, does Ping'er still feel insecure?Then, after thinking about it, it was also true that he hadn't completely confessed to him, so he would naturally have worries and doubts.

Thinking of this, he lightly patted Ling Luping's hands that were directly hugging his own, and continued, with comfort and relief, "Ping'er, you should have more faith in being a teacher."

Although Ling Yue's voice was still ethereal and cold, the faint concern and tenderness revealed were genuine. Hearing what he said, Ling Luping's heart warmed up, and he hugged him tightly again, and buried him deeply. His shoulder socket, no longer speak.

Master, if you say so, I am enough.

After Sikong's funeral was over, the unfinished martial arts arena resumed on the second day. This may not be a big deal, after all, the dead are dead, and the living have to live their own lives.

But what made Chang Kong most regrettable was that on the same day, even the white cloth in the Prince's Hall had been removed, and there was no trace of sadness and grief. Could it be that when a person dies, there is really nothing left?

This is probably what Zhangkong wanted to ask Emperor Longxuan the most, but he didn't dare and had no chance to ask him, because since Sikong's death, Emperor Longxuan has changed his bedside servant every day, enjoying himself at the best of times, and having no time to indulge. Dao, it is probably such a scene.

However, this has little to do with him, he'd better finish the contest in front of him first, and let the rest take its course, maybe it's fine.

The following contest went very quickly, which may be related to the greatly reduced number of people, or it may also be related to the fact that everyone has changed their strategies. In short, the entire process of the contest was completed within two days.

Not surprisingly, the Canglong Sect, Yuhua Pavilion, and Qianyulou, the three largest forces in the Jianghu, won the final victory, and of course, they also got the opportunity to enter the emperor's tomb.

However, perhaps only Changkong knows that such an opportunity, sometimes, it is better not to have it, after all, you have seen those things, and you have to live to enjoy them, right?

However, he would not tell them, not only because the matter was irrelevant, but also because he felt that Sikong's idea was correct, and before the next emperor took office, he would first wipe out all these restless forces, You can rest assured that you can control the entire rivers and lakes in your own hands.

This is the way of the emperor, and it is also a necessary means for the entire empire to survive smoothly.

After submitting these lists, Changkong said to Emperor Longxuan, "You can handle it at your own discretion." ’, he continued to carry on the following matters, although damn, he didn’t want to care about it at all, because he didn’t want to enter the emperor’s tomb.

However, until now, he had no choice but to bring those three sects in together, hoping that by then, he would still be alive.

Changkong shrugged his shoulders, smiled helplessly, turned around and came to the quiet courtyard of Wankong, and lay down in the small pavilion on the lake, lazily and powerlessly.

"Fourth brother, it's just the emperor's tomb, so you don't have to care about it so much." Wankong walked slowly to Changkong's side, said with a pun, and there was a trace of deep meaning in his eyes that Changkong couldn't understand.

"Brother Three Emperors, why do you say that?" That is the emperor's tomb, not any other ordinary tomb, how could he not care?After hearing Wankong's words, Changkong suddenly lifted his spirits. He straightened up and looked at Wankong.

For some reason, Wan Kong, with his hands behind his back and a leisurely attitude, suddenly seemed to be a different person. After all, this Wan Kong was only low-key and restrained before, but he didn't have this fairy spirit that lingered all over his body!