Private pet of the reborn Duke

Mingling squatted by the stream in the grove and washed his face.After the stains on his face were removed, Mingling saw his clothes in rags and thin from the reflection in the stream, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be aggravated by ink, hanging on the sunken eye sockets, making the skin even more emaciated. pale.

"This look is almost the same as when I was a child." Mingling stroked the not-so-long beard on his chin, and muttered to himself: "If he sees it, I'm afraid I will run into the palace and eat the bishop for dinner...but Should he not like the bishop's smell?"

Laughing at being thought of by himself, Mingling was stunned for a moment, he turned his head to look at Xuanwu lying not far away, and turned back again.

He felt an inexplicable strangeness, but he didn't dare to disturb Xuanwu who was resting.So I had to continue to take out some raw meat from the package, washed it in the stream water, and prepared to roast it on the campfire that was set up.

They have long left the familiar confines of the small town.Because of Xuanwu's injury, they walked extremely slowly. Although the medical skills learned by Mingling could completely heal the wound on Xuanwu's neck, the hard work on the way to escape and the lack of food made Xuanwu keep walking after being sucked by Ming Ye. Unable to obtain proper nutritional supplements, he fell into lethargy from time to time and lost his energy.

Ming Ling tried his best to heal Xuan Wu, and also tried his best not to think of Ming Ye again, don't have any chance to question his actions - even if Xuan Wu told him again and again, in fact, Ming Ye was deliberately slowing down. At the speed of sucking blood, he did not lose his mind to the point of killing himself. It is even possible that he deliberately lured Ming Ling to kill him.

But things didn’t go as planned, Ming Ling often lost consciousness while walking, and casually called out “Xuan Ming” but no one answered, but when he stretched out his hand, he found the sleeping Xuan Wu on his shoulder, the duke who accompanied him day and night might have disappeared even his soul They've all been reincarnated...

Shaking his head to withdraw his scattered thoughts, Mingling carefully observed every corner and every living thing around, guessing where the sudden sense of crisis came from.

Over the past few months, Mingling's vigilance has been tempered to a high level by being besieged by the Pope's chasing troops time and time again.

The decorative knight sword on his waist has already pierced the hearts of countless soldiers—every time he kills one more person, he will think one more time, how he stabbed Xuan Ming with the same gesture and force Chest, also because of this nightmare again and again.For this reason, Mingling gradually began to abandon the main road, taking long detours to remote woods and small villages from time to time.On the one hand, it is to escape from the pursuers, and on the other hand, it is also for Xuanwu, but in his own heart, he hopes to stay away from such similar memories-turning physical training into killing, and sending him into the possible rebirth .

Now Mingling has brought Xuanwu into the woods east of the imperial city, as long as he works hard for a few more days, he will be able to see the national border.

But what Mingling didn't know was that the location of the sacred mountain, the location of the Red Archbishop's Church, and even the location of the Temple of Gods and Demons were all on the mountain near the forest!

The surrounding area was obviously still quiet, but Ming Ling became more and more nervous, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he was surrounded by an unprecedented sense of crisis.

After a while, a familiar figure appeared not far in front of him, holding a pentagram cross in his hand!

"Son of rebellion, please follow me back to the mountain of light, and wait for the fate of the god king." The bishop—the current pope still had a look of compassion, but the disdain and greed in his eyes faintly revealed his true thoughts.

In Mingling's eyes, this old man is no longer so amiable. Although he taught himself some basics of reading and writing, and showed himself the bright side of the God of Light, he also brought himself away from a sinful manor. I fell into another abyss of evil, and made myself confused and made an act against my will that I didn't want to think about again!

Pulling out the knight's long sword at his waist, Mingling pursed his lips and assumed an attacking posture, completely ignoring the contempt in the pope's eyes.

"Hmph, a decorative long sword? Lost lamb, your soul has been invaded by that demon, you should just grab me and follow me obediently!" As he spoke, the pope raised the cross in his hand, and murmured the Holy Spirit. Optics.

"The holy light technique is useless to me, hypocritical lord pope." Mingling sneered, putting all the regret and pain on the wretched old man in front of him, "Don't be fooled by your own words, I am not some demon, my body is just human!"

As the words fell, Ming Ling's figure disappeared before the pope's eyes.When the whole body became cold, the pope was so frightened that even his coat was soaked in sweat. He backed away in a panic, and at the same time shouted: "Pious crusaders, wipe out the rebellion in front of you!"

As the Pope screamed in panic and backed away, there was a "Pu La" sound at the same time!Ming Ling suddenly appeared behind him on the left, and pierced his clothes obliquely with a sword, but couldn't pierce his back!

"Holy armor?" Ming Ling's voice was cold, but he had no intention of retreating.

There is no need to retreat anymore, at this time hundreds of fully equipped crusaders have already surrounded!

They held cross spears in their hands, swords around their waists, and they were all dressed in pure white mithril armor. On this sunny spring afternoon, they looked so dazzling...and ironic.

"More than 100 people, catch one, ahem, an old man who is dying, and, ahem, a young man? Hahaha, ahem, cough..., this is the funniest joke the old man has ever seen in his life. Cough, cough..." A series of coughs and taunts sounded out, and Xuanwu was woken up by the pope's cry.He tried his best to sit up, moved himself to the big tree not far behind, and looked at the Pope, coughing and laughing, his eyes full of disdain.

When had the pope been so humiliated?Except for the King of Light, who is not respectful when they see him?

Flushed with anger, the well-dressed old man waved the cross in his hand and shouted loudly: "Crusaders, shoot to kill!"

At the same time, Mingling quickly stabbed the Pope with a sword again, wounding his left hand holding the cross, then turned around and ran back to Xuanwu, with a look of wariness on his face: "Sir, can you go?"

Xuan Wu shook his head with a smile, barely stopped coughing and said, "Master Mingling, I can't go anymore. However, I still have a life-saving talisman here, don't I?"

Then, in the surprised eyes of a group of people, a bright light flashed, and Xuanwu disappeared in place, leaving only Mingling standing there in a daze: "Could it be that that talisman can only let Mr. return to the fairyland alone?"

Amidst the roar of laughter, Mingling came back to his senses, and seemed to be talking to himself: "This way, isn't it just for me to make up for the mistakes I made?" As he spoke, the smile on his face gradually widened, and he even put his hands together. The sword on his head was knocked off by the Crusaders, and he seemed to be unconscious...