Private pet of the reborn Duke

Mingling went to the silver coffin and squatted down, gently stroking the exquisite carvings on the cold coffin lid, and stood up after a while.He ran back to the master bedroom where he and Ming Ye stayed together for countless days and nights. The echo of his footsteps echoed in the manor, and it seemed that there was no one here anymore.

He searched for a long time, and finally found the pictures that Daoist gave him and Ming Ye.They were carefully stored in the cabinet next to the bed by Ming Yezhen, and they were packed in a small and exquisite box—the same box that Xuanwu used to give him the piece of jade.

Mingling felt his nose was a little sore, and when he saw these things again, he felt a little dazed, feeling like he was in another world.He carefully took the box in his hand, found another wooden box that could be held in both hands, put the box in and covered it, and then ran out holding the wooden box.

Out of breath, he ran back to the villa after a long time. He went straight to his bedroom, ignoring the screams and shouts of the followers behind him. He familiarly opened the cabinet next to the bed, found the small box where the letter had been placed, and saw The five-pointed star cross given to him by the current pope.

That voice seemed to ring in my ears again: He is still suffering while alive, you might as well kill him, it would be a good thing to end his life.You think again, look again.

Mingling's eyes were blurred, he unknowingly picked up the cross and stuffed it into his clothes pocket.Only then did he put the letter into the big wooden box and hurried to Mr. Xuanwu's residence.

The entourage shouted behind him: "Son of God! The Pope issued a decree, please go back to the palace immediately!"

Ming Ling seemed to have never heard of it, and ran with all his might, and arrived at the destination in a short while.

"Sir! Sir!" He slammed on the door vigorously with one free hand.

The door opened with a creak, and Xuanwu greeted him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Earl, my lord, what can you do?"

Ming Ling froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.He only looked at Xuanwu anxiously.

Xuanwu frowned, pulled Mingling into the door, closed the door carefully, and asked in a low voice.

Mingling choked his throat and said all the things, and asked Xuanwu to contact Qilin and Daoist immediately to come up with a rescue method to save Ming Ye's life.

Xuanwu sighed several times, and shook his head: "Shangshen Qilin has long been in seclusion, Dao Zun has not yet awakened, and I only have a spell to return to the fairyland in my hand. They are all staying in the Qilin realm, how can I find them?" Got it."

Mingling stood there in a daze, looking at Xuanwu sighing and shaking his head, and heard him muttering to himself: "No wonder when my lord came here and sat all night just sighing, but didn't say a word. I also said that he Sighing too much will only make you sadder, but I didn't expect it to be a prophecy!"

"Nonsense!" Mingling put the wooden box on the counter, and wiped away the moist feeling in his eyes, "Don't talk nonsense, sir! Xuanming will be fine!"

Xuanwu frowned and looked at him: "Don't you understand? Why did you come back and take such a big box after you don't understand? Don't tell me that you only have books in it."

Seeing Mingling's head drooping, Xuanwu pulled him to sit down again, "It's not that you don't know what he's thinking, you just pretended not to know, just stubborn and persistent. Even if he hurts you, don't you Didn't care about it? If you hurt him, how can he care about you?"

Ming Ling sat there quietly, thinking about everything since meeting Ming Ye without saying a word.

Xuanwu lit the shredded tobacco in the pipe again, leaned on the small chair and smoked one puff after another, humming an ancient oriental poem in his mouth: life and death are inseparable, talk to Zicheng.Hold your hand and grow old with you.Yu Kuo Xi, do not live Xi.Yu Xi Xun Xi, do not believe me.

The low voice and the faint candlelight kept drifting into Mingling's heart. He didn't quite understand but felt a little sad, so he couldn't help but look at Xuanwu: "Sir, you never told me that these ancient poems from the far east are all What means?"

Xuanwu shook his head, took a puff of cigarette, and replied with a smile: "It's my own lament that I can't go back. The meaning is far from the experience of my old bones, so it's okay if you don't understand."

But Mingling's persistence still got the answer.When Mingling fully understood this passage of poetry, the night was almost over.

Ming Ye woke up soon, and the feeling of emptiness in his arms made him very uncomfortable.

"Are you going to run away no matter what?" He gritted his teeth, his silver eyes shining a little in the darkness.

After tidying up his clothes and dressing himself up as before, Ming Ye stepped silently through the teleportation array, flying in the low sky, looking for one prey after another.

There was no one on the street at midnight, and he flew to Mingling's villa almost consciously, but saw several servants sitting at the door crying loudly.They could be vaguely heard shouting: "Son of God, the Pope invites you to go back to the palace!" "Son of God, you have come back so easily, where are you going?" "Son of God, don't be fooled by the evil Duke anymore!"

Ming Ye felt agitated for a while, but he also knew that Mingling was not at home. Without any scruples, he rushed down and grabbed the two servants one by one, and sat at the door of the villa, tearing apart the servants amidst their screams. The throats of the two men gulped down their blood.

The remaining two scattered and fled in panic, but how could they escape Ming Ye who had recovered a lot of strength?

Not long after, the young Duke, who seemed to have returned to his former self, piled the four corpses together, lit the ghost fire and burned them all: "Son of God? Hmph. If I hear anyone say this word again, even if God said it, I will die." I won't let it go!"

He simply opened up his speed, walked all the way into the streets of the town along the path, caught the people he met, sucked up their blood, and then destroyed the corpses with dark fire, and didn't stop until Xuanwu's residence.

Ming? Ye's keen sense of hearing found Mingling, and he also heard the few lines of poems Xuanwu read. He couldn't help jumping to the roof, feeling in his heart that he didn't want to see the expressions on the faces of the two of them at this time.Lying quietly on the roof watching the sky gradually brighten, hearing the explanation of the poem, Ming Ye's face turned red, blood and tears flowed down his pale face, all the way to his neck.

By the time Ming Ling fell silent, the blood and tears on his face had already been wiped away.

"Can you go back?"

Ming Ling was not at all surprised when he heard the voice above his head. Ever since he learned the martial arts of the East, his senses have become much more sensitive than before, so he knew it when Ming Ye first came, and he also smelled the strong smell. bloody taste.

Mingling looked at Xuanwu, and said slowly and loudly: "Sir, I am going to say goodbye to you this time. Please wait for me to make you a few glasses of wine to take with you on the way, sir."