Private pet of the reborn Duke

Ming Ye planned all the way, and all the way he remembered what Lilith said to him the night before: "My dear, now you are a blood emperor. No one can stop you casually. But Satan and God have been waiting Look at your joke, they asked me, if I want to keep my current position and the status quo of the blood race, I will arrange that young man to go to your side. It was a simple young man, but he was baptized by the bishop of God, and he was deeply immersed in the light A pious child in the teachings of God is like a pure white silk fabric that has been deliberately splashed with mud and water, which is both beautiful and dangerous."

Ming Ye just laughed at that time, but Lilith looked worried: "They all said that you have an old relationship with that boy, and you are destined to sink into the depths of that child like a porcelain doll."

Later, what Lilith said was not important anymore.Because, Ming Ye already understood that this is a game between the three races. Satan is a neutral person, but he wants him to win. God doesn't know why he expects himself to lose so much?

Just as he was thinking, he heard the rolling of wheels, the sound of horses' hooves, and the yelling of coachmen hurrying on their way.

"Hehe, this is really an unusual coincidence." The corner of Ming Ye's mouth curled into a sneer, and he slid silently to the front of the carriage not far from the field of vision, lying on the ground pretending to be injured and unconscious.

In the temple, under the huge cross, the milky white light of the God of Light is slightly emitting from the body of God.Standing beside him are thirteen battle angels, all of whom are birdmen with three pairs of wings, looking very respectful.God looked at the mirror like a jade plate in front of him, and said with a smile: "Ming? Ye is too calculating. I really don't know how much Satan taught him. If the Taoist saw it like this, he would definitely not believe it was true. It’s the kind and gentle creator god Xuanming back then.” As he spoke, his face immediately turned frosty: “I don’t believe that he still has a way to escape from this gambling game!”

At this moment, one hand held God's tightly clenched fingers in the palm of his hand, pinching them lightly and then heavily, as if playing with mud, but it made God's handsome face flush, and he immediately turned into a gentle look: " You're back so soon?"

Satan laughed loudly, nodded and pulled God into his arms, and sat with him on the throne of the God of Light, not caring about the existence of the thirteen battle angels around him, while bowing his head and kissing the earlobe of the person in his arms, he walked away Said: "Come on, let's enjoy this game slowly."

At this time, the coachman on the carriage saw a person lying on the ground.He wanted to rush over in a hurry, but found that the man was wearing extraordinary clothes, either rich or expensive, so he reined in his horse and said to the car: "My lord, there is a man lying on the ground in the middle of the road ahead, looking like A nobleman."

Mingling was simple-minded, he didn't care about being expensive or not, only heard that someone was lying on the ground, thinking that something must have happened, and didn't care about the bumps when he reined in the horse, he just got out of the car and ran to Mingye Ye Kneel down and pat him gently: "Sir, are you all right?"

Ming Ye still closed his eyes tightly, his face was deliberately pale, but he didn't know when he got a trace of blood on his hands.Against that pale skin, although rare, it looked shocking.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mingling wanted to turn him over and carry him back into the carriage. At this time, Ming Ye groaned cooperatively, turned his head to Mingling's direction, and slowly opened his eyes: "Nearby, there is a wild Wolf, be careful."

Then he buried his head very resolutely and did not move any more.In fact, I was laughing out loud at my own prank.But how did Mingling know so much, he just thought that this person was probably injured so badly that he passed out again, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The coachman came down quickly at this time, and said to Mingling: "Master, let's go back. This gentleman said that there are wild wolves nearby, and there is blood on his hands. It is safer to take him back first."

Mingling nodded hastily, and said yes repeatedly, so with the help of the coachman, Mingling carried the first generation of Blood Emperor Duke into the carriage and brought him back to his villa.

Ming? Ye closed his eyes, but he kept thinking of countermeasures.At first he just wanted to pretend, but he didn't know that this young man was really more delicate than a porcelain doll, his mind was so simple that he could see through it at a glance, and he still had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.Because of this sense of familiarity, Ming Ye couldn't help but want to get close to him, and did such a boring and dangerous thing, which made him farther and farther away from the manor, and the chances of revealing his identity and facing God's conspiracy became greater and greater.

When getting off the carriage, Ming Ye pretended to be jolted awake, struggling to say that he would go back to the manor and wait for the count to attend the ball.Shocked, Mingling took him into her room, explaining that she was the culprit who was late and caused the Duke to look for the injured.He also babbled about using holy water to wash the wounds of the leaves.Scared? Ye was in a cold sweat and even said no, and lied that he had learned certain medical and martial arts skills, so he was just a little dizzy from hunger after waiting for a long time.

Fearing that Ming Ling would not believe it, he quickly reached out his hand to wipe away half of the blood, indicating that he hadn't suffered much damage and didn't need treatment. The ray of light fixedly looked at Mingling: "Look, Mr. Earl. I'm fine. I just need some water and food."

Ming Ye's voice was gentle, but with a strange majesty. When Ming Ling nodded involuntarily, Ming Ye approached him and whispered: "As for Mr. Earl, who came to the manor so late, why didn't you send someone to send a letter?" Tell me, so I can take care of you? If the person bitten by wild wolves is a young talent like Mr. Earl, what should I do?"

A few strands of his long silver hair fell down and swept over Mingling's face. For a moment, Mingling didn't know what to do. He only felt that the Grand Duke was gentle and polite, but his eyes were as charming and unfathomable as the starry sky. Tilting his head slightly, lowering his eyes, he said, "I was in a daze last night and didn't sleep. I didn't wake up until night, so I was late and caused you to be injured. Ming Ling will listen to how the Duke will punish you."

He himself didn't know why, but he didn't dare to look at Ming Ye again.The words were obviously spoken in a serious manner, but it seemed that there was something wrong, and even his face was a little hot.

There is a bug scratching in Mingling's heart: Why, this person feels so familiar?

Ming Ye couldn't help laughing out loud, and put one hand on Ming Ling's shoulder, "Your Earl is just as rumored, upright and kind." Then he squeezed Ming Ling's shoulder deliberately, "And he's a A handsome young man who blush easily."