Private pet of the reborn Duke

The old man was excited and talked a lot in one breath.Mingling was dumbfounded when he heard this, never knowing that there is a bright side here, and why Ming? Ye made special arrangements for these blood races, but at the same time let himself suck the blood of the people before destroying the corpses.

He didn't think about it at all, if it wasn't for him not wanting to see Ming? Ye sucking blood, how could Ming?

But Ming Ye didn't say anything at all, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Ming Ling.In Ming Ye's mind, Ming Ling does everything for his own good, unlike himself who only knows about expanding and sucking blood, and rarely thinks of better enjoying the young human body when he is awake.

Both of them stood there in a daze. Although the vampires in the manor didn't understand, they still dispersed quietly, leaving them a quiet space.

And those vampire bats flew away one after another after hearing Ming Ye's arrangement, as if they were a little scared of Ming Ye.

The blood moon was hanging in the air, and Ming Ye came back to his senses and looked at Ming Ling with a bad smile: "Do you want to go up there again to admire it?"

Mingling rolled his eyes and wailed: "I don't want to be frozen to death, and I don't want to be half-dead by a certain adult who the vampires here praise..."

Surprised that Ming Ling's words became more and more bold, Ming Ye hooked his chin, the smile in his eyes faded a little, and the whites of his eyes seemed to turn pink: "Mr. Earl, you seem to think more than me? Oh, it's time to call you, my lord, I am no longer the Duke of the Empire, am I?"

Satisfied to see Ming Ling blushing, Ming Ye stretched out his empty hand behind him, and while kissing his lips, he secretly stretched his membranous wings, fluttering and slowly lifted into the air amidst the kiss, with an uneasy feeling. The way of affecting Mingling's feeling quietly boarded the blood moon.

Ming Ling was still shivering from the cold. Originally, Ming Ye was a cold guy all over his body. Coupled with the strange low temperature environment of Blood Moon, he only felt that this kind of romanticism would indeed kill people. Is it black and white?Ming? Ye is still kissing him!

"Pa" Ming Ling weakly hit Ming Ye, signaling that he was about to freeze to death.

Ming Ye summoned Ming Huo, and looked at Ming Ling who was trembling on the ground, laughing: "Mr. Earl is stronger than I imagined. I thought you would faint from the cold when you first came up."

He floated Minghuo around the two of them, then approached Mingling to surround him, then wrapped the two with the membrane wings behind him, grabbed a handful of dust from the blood moon, and watched it fall between his fingers.Ming Ye smiled and said, "Look, such red soil is actually icy cold. It has a very peculiar texture." While speaking, Ming Ye's hand grasping the soil was already black from the cold, and it was only under the high heat and warmth of Ming Huo. Slowly back to white.

It took Mingling a while to speak: "Can you take some of these back? I think they seem to have some strange effect."

Curiosity flickered in the black eyes, as if he had forgotten the bone-chilling cold around him.Ming? Ye looked at Ming Ling like this, and suddenly remembered a piece of deja vu, but it was elusive.He was searching carefully in his consciousness, when he heard Mingling say again: "I don't want to use it for other things, I just think their temperature is so low, it should be useful for bartending. And, it's also good for you. usefulness."

"I didn't make these mirrors to use them for other things. I just think they should be useful for you to manage the entire universe." Such words flashed in Ming? boy, what is he holding in his hand?Who is the man with silver hair and white robe in front of him?Why can they hug so naturally without any desire?

Ming Ye's settled consciousness lingered in the broken memories, unable to wake up for a long time.He didn't even know that Mingling had called him several times, let alone that Minghuo had been extinguished because he lost his control.

Ming Ling felt that he was really about to freeze to death. Although Ming Ye's body temperature was a little higher than the dust on the blood moon, Ming Ye would not last long after the fire was extinguished.He concentrated all his strength in his throat, and yelled fiercely at Ming Ye, but it was just like a kitten screaming: "Xuan Ming!"

Ming? Ye Rumeng just woke up and realized the predicament in front of him. While summoning Minghuo again, he secretly blamed himself for not being satisfied. The person he obviously liked was in his arms, and he was still thinking about how to repair some things that he didn’t know existed. fragments of memory.

Picking up Mingling and leaving the surface of the blood moon, let the temperature of Minghuo recover as soon as possible, the blood on the two of them was so cold that it could hardly flow, Ming? Ye apologized: "Mingling, I'm sorry. I was distracted, and then, I forgot to control Minghuo..."

Ming Ling has recovered a lot at this moment, and blinked his eyes when he heard Ming Ye's words, distracted?What's worth thinking about so much?He didn't dare to ask, for fear that it might be related to blood race and bloodthirsty, or it might be related to himself.But squeak anyway, "Yeah. Then I nearly froze to death, I understand. So, now, right now, get me some dust and take me back."

Ming? Ye did as he said.The two returned to the castle soon, looking at the red brilliance sprinkled by the blood moon in the sky, they couldn't figure out why they couldn't feel the cold on the ground.

On that day, Ming Ling secretly insisted on staying in the study, and asked Ming Ye not to leave his room at will.

Ming? Ye thought it was strange, but he still agreed - when he is not hungry, he is usually easy to talk.Mingling thinks so, even though he doesn't know, he is just the only exception.

Ming Ling took out the small bottle that had been hidden for several days, which contained Ming Ye's blood.He looked at the dried blood and thought for a while, held up the bottle and roasted it on the candlestick for a while, then spread the little blood moon dust given to him by Ming Yeye on the paper on the desk, and put the color The blood bottle with a temperature similar to that of ordinary people was placed on the paper, wrapped together with the dust, and placed in his wooden box, and then he started to open the classics again.

Ming? Ye certainly didn't know that Ming Ling was doing a low temperature experiment with his blood.