How to catch a demon god? !

"Invitation reward?" Qiao Ping raised his eyebrows, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the little fox's gourd.

But Ling Fengmian only replied "I'll know when you come", and took his big hand out of Nanning Garden and walked in another direction.

The two walked quietly for four or five miles, and finally there was a scene around them other than hills and white snow.This is a capital city built on the hillside, and there is an uphill road inside the city gate.The more you go up, the more prosperous it is.Halfway up the mountain, an open flat land seems to be the busiest capital center of the Shangpai of the Linghu Clan. There are spirit foxes running small stalls to do business, with a constant stream of customers and a bustling bustle.And further up, the arrangement of houses became more and more sparse, Qiao Pingyang reckoned that further up, it should be the territory of the Shangpai aristocrat—Ling family.

As a nobleman of the Shangpai, what the Ling family did was really out of character.Even if the purpose of sending the daughter in was to contain the Ling family, but just because of the different surnames, they threw a helpless woman outside the capital and abandoned the child to fend for themselves.This is not the style of a famous nobleman.

Qiao Pingyang has not met the helm of the Ling family, and his impression of the Ling family has dropped below freezing point.

"Is the invitation to invite Ling's family?" Qiao Pingyang followed Ling Fengmian and stopped in front of the ancient building at the top of the capital.This place is obviously different from the houses in the capital. There is a handle at the door, and anyone who is not blind can tell that it must be the mansion of an important person.

Ling Fengmian let go of his hand and hissed: "After entering the door, don't talk."

Qiao Pingyang curled his lips and zipped his upper and lower lips.

Before Ling Fengmian approached, the guard at the door knelt down on one knee and waited respectfully: "Young Master Ling, please wait a moment, I'll report to you right away."

Ling Fengmian nodded slightly.

Since Qiao Pingyang came to the illusion, he has nothing to worry about, the only thing he cares about is this little fox.His eyes hardly moved away from the miniature version of Ling Fengmian.Therefore, none of the little boy's subtle changes could escape his eyes.

Ling Fengmian's blue eyes returned to the lifeless look when they first met.He seemed indifferent, cold and aloof.

The guard quickly turned back and said that the adults are welcome.

Ling Fengmian walked in with strides.There was no restlessness in his step.Even if he just lost the only person in the world he thought loved him.

Qiao Pingyang sighed in his heart.

What kind of growth environment can force the little doll to be like this...

Ling Fengmian turned around the corridor and entered the main hall.Qiao Pingyang followed in silently.

The straight-backed man on the seat who is not angry and majestic is no accident that he is the most powerful person in the Ling family.On his left was a woman with beautiful eyebrows but the corners of her mouth curled down. She looked mean and difficult to get along with.And on the lower right side of him sat a man and a little boy.The boy was about the same age as Ling Fengmian, with a tear mole under his left eye.

……Well.The culprit appeared.

Qiao Pingyang stood in Lingfengmian's enchantment and stared fiercely at the young Lingnuo.

Ling Fengmian was five steps away from the seat, her young body knelt down on one knee: "Father."

The man said "hmm", his tone was so cold that it was not his own son but the envoy from Fanbang who came to see him: "Why are you here today?"

"I have something important to report." Ling Fengmian didn't make any excuses, and went straight to the point.He took out the withered spiritual root from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"This is--"

Before the man finished speaking, the shrill voice of the mean woman beside him interrupted him: "Mian'er, isn't this your mother's spiritual root?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present showed expressions of joy rather than surprise.

The joy on the face of the man next to him could hardly be concealed: "But really?"

Even Ling Nuo opened the corners of her mouth.

Ling Fengmian calmly handed the spiritual root to the woman who reached out to take it, and replied: "Exactly. The eyeliner of the Yi family is dead, please be happy for me, father."

……

Qiao Pingyang's heart ached, but he obeyed the little fox's request without saying a word.

"My lord, look quickly, it's indeed the woman's spiritual root. It's all withered and dead, it looks like it's been dead for a few days." The woman held the spiritual root for Father Ling to see, covering her mouth with one hand and smiling softly several times.

It was the first time that Ling's father showed a gratified expression to Ling Fengmian who was kneeling down: "Get up. You have done a good job, and I will reward you very much!"

"My lord, I have already said that your blood runs in Young Master Ling's body, and he will never have any undue affection for the Ye family." The man next to him was flattering, and the flattery in his eyes was almost overwhelmed. Qiao Pingyang looked embarrassed, "Look, you didn't listen to me earlier and put Ling Shao so far away."

"Yes, it seems that I was worrying too much. Mian'er, you will come back to the mansion from today on."

Ling Fengmian got up, and replied indifferently: "Yes, father. It's just that the body..."

The woman yelled: "What does she do so much! The Ling family has no obligation to collect the body of the daughter of the Yi family."

"Auntie, you are right. It's just that the person sent by the Xi's family has passed away. If you don't do enough work on the surface to bury her, the sect will inevitably make trouble." Ling Fengmian continued to maintain a paralyzed face, and turned to her face. Ling's father said, "Father, bury people with dignity, so that the Yi family can't pick out the thorns so that they can stop their mouths. Since this small detail can prevent the two families from fighting each other, it doesn't matter."

"Oh, Young Master Ling really understands the truth. Nuo'er, you can learn a little bit!"

The way Ling Nuo looked at Ling Fengmian could already be described as enthusiastic.His eyes shone like tiny light bulbs.

……

Qiao Pingyang felt a chill.

It seems that Ling Nuo has been lusting after foxes for quite a long time, tsk tsk.It's really lucky that he can endure it for so many years.

Ling's father nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Ling Fengmian's eyes with a little more admiration: "Although you are young, you can achieve great things. You are right, and I think so. Your aunt is a woman after all, and her hair is long and knowledgeable. Short, don't be familiar with her."

"If you want me to say, you shouldn't have let the Yan family send people in in the first place!" The woman threw the spirit root on the table casually, and complained endlessly, "There won't be so many messy things. Keeping the bloodline pure is intermarriage within the same surname. How can there be such a reason for marrying a lower sect! The child born does not know whether it is for the Ling family or the Yi family, and it is a hidden danger to keep it! Ah, Mian'er, auntie! Not against you, just discussing the matter."

Ling Fengmian said indifferently, "Auntie, my surname is Ling, and I belong to the Ling family."

The man next to the seat persuaded: "Mrs. Xuan, please don't say that. The current strength of the Yi family is only a hair's breadth away from that of the Ling family. If we really want to fight, we may not be able to take advantage of it. If we can't fight, we won't fight." The best. Isn’t the marriage for the purpose of stabilizing the relationship between the upper and lower factions.”

"I understand the truth. It's just annoying those people in the Ya family. They are just sent down, and they dare to take aim at us nobles."

"It's useless to talk too much. Mian'er, you stay here, I will send someone to move the remains of your family. You don't have to worry about the burial, I will handle it properly." Ling's father beckoned Ling Fengmian to him, very He patted him on the head carelessly, "You are the number one heir of the Ling family, and you must obey the adults' teachings in everything in the future, and you will not be allowed to be willful. Also, since the daughter of the Yi family is dead, after the burial Don't mention her again. Having a mother with a different surname will only make you lose your head in Shangpai, and it will do no harm to your future."

Ling Fengmian said lightly, "I understand, father."

"Your aunt will arrange a room for you, and will also provide you with personal guards in the future. Go."

Ling Fengmian knelt down again, followed Mrs. Xuan out of the main hall.

"Mian'er, don't blame the Ling family for treating you badly these years. The Ling family also has the rules of the Ling family. As long as you put your heart and soul into the Ling family, your life will get better every day in the future." Mrs. Xuan brought Ling Fengmian to the At the door of a room on the right back side of the mansion, leave these words and leave.

After finally getting through until the two of them were alone, Qiao Pingyang let out a sigh of relief.It's really frustrating not being able to speak.He dragged the little fox into the room, closed the door, squatted down and looked into Ling Fengmian's eyes.

"So you feel good?"

The little boy didn't hide or hide, and looked back at him: "I have no choice. My mother is gone, and I still have to live."

He is too weak.It would be good to leave him outside the capital to fend for himself.I'm afraid that one day the Ling family will fear that he will grow up and can't tolerate him, then he won't even have room to resist, and it's up to the Ling family to decide whether to kill him or cut him to pieces.So in order to survive, he has to be attached to the Ling family, at least until he becomes an adult and becomes powerful, so that the Ling family cannot see him as a thorn in their side.It was a means of living, and he believed his mother would let him do the same.

It's not that Qiao Pingyang doesn't understand these things, but because he understands them, he doesn't want him to do them even more.

He hugged the little fox in a squatting position, his chin rested on his small shoulder: "Do you hate the Ling family?"

Ling Fengmian shook her head slightly, and said, "Hate also requires emotion, and I don't want to waste emotion."

That's right, you don't have much emotion in the first place.

Qiao Pingyang smiled and rubbed the little fox's head: "I can lend you my shoulder if you want to cry."

"Not yet."

"When will you think then?"

Ling Fengmian thought for a while, then replied, "I can't tell in the dead of night."

Qiao Pingyang smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely be by your side."

He was trapped in the illusion by Ling Nuo, but he was not in a hurry to find an exit to leave here.In normal times, he should now adjust his mental value to max and fire at full power to explore the breakthrough.But now he doesn't have time to think about himself, he just wants to consider the needs of the little fox with paralyzed face in front of him.Maybe the little boy still needs him, so he won't leave for the time being.Even if these were illusions, he felt it was worth it.

Ling Fengmian was on the way to the snow mountain in Cambodia.The Samoyed milk dog in his arms was soundly asleep and showed no signs of waking up.He raised his hand to push aside the gauze curtain, the sun was setting in the west, and Mo Ying seemed to have flown to the boundless whiteness.At this speed, when the sunset completely disappears, we should be able to reach the Cambodian Snow Mountain.

When he left with the turtledove that day of his adulthood, he never imagined that he would return to this place one day.

Whether it was the Ling family who let him and his mother to fend for themselves, or the Yan family who sent his mother into the Ling family as a prop, he felt disgusted.It's not hate, it's just physical resentment.

So what if the Ling family is in crisis?He is not interested.

Even if he really encountered a crisis, he would just drink coffee and watch a good show.

But Ling Nuo set his mind on his little wolf dog, which was to set a death flag for himself.It doesn't matter if he is an enemy of the entire Shangpai, and he doesn't care if he sees more blood, as long as Qiao Pingyang can come out of the backtracking incense box safely.

According to what Lingnuo said, the memories of his childhood are set in the retrograde incense box... Which memory is it?Could it be the days before and after my mother's death...

Has the little wolf dog met him when he was young?

Little wolf dog... what would he think when he saw him at that time.In order to survive, the young fox, who kills his emotions, closes his heart, and would rather live as a puppet, will make him feel shudder, will it make him feel resentful?Furthermore, when he was young, he was educated to treat human beings as prey, and he was not even sure how he would treat Qiao Pingyang at that time.In case of a heavy hand...

……

Ling Fengmian felt a little uneasy after thinking about it.

No, he wants to get the little wolf dog out quickly.Before the pup hates him, as soon as possible, right now, right now.

Although it has been more than a hundred years since he left the snow mountain in Cambodia, Turtledove still has eyeliners monitoring the movements of the Linghu clan.His so-called biological father, the ruler of the previous generation of Shangpai, is old and weak, and he is still in power but has long been unable to hold real power.As Ling's father's right-hand man, the old man of Lingnuo's family divided up a part of the real power, while his little aunt, Madam Xuan, held the other part tightly in her hands and refused to let it go.In essence, the Ling family has split into two factions in order to compete for the next heir.Originally, the talent pool was insufficient, and there was internal division. Of course, it was getting more and more unable to keep up with the development of the Pai family.

With so many moths, the Ling family has already been corroded into an empty shell.

Looking back, the incense tree is in Ling Nuo's hands——

So who will hold the key...?