Private pet of the reborn Duke

At this moment, Xuanwu laughed instead: "Thank you Xuanye for giving me the last glass of wine. Qinglong God really understands the way of wine. In fact, I am a little old man. I am deeply honored, but I have the opportunity to point out Lord Xuanming again, and lead him to die with my own example. Although I don’t know whether it is good or bad, I already feel that I have lived too much. If I am lucky enough to be reborn in the future , I just want to stay by the side of the two adults and be a little apprentice, and pay off the debt they called my master in just a few years in this life!"

He obviously said a whole bunch of words, but he died immediately after he finished speaking, and he couldn't die any more.The three present were all immortal gods in the fairyland, but none of them had time to stop him - he cut off his heart and died.

Dao Zun was speechless for a while, and finally raised his hand to put away Xuanwu's body, and sighed: "Although Xuanwu has been in the Western world for nearly 300 years, his morals are not necessarily inferior to mine, but it is a pity that he was killed by Mingling and Xuanwu in the end." Ming met, gave birth to a master-student relationship, but ruined his way to the fairyland..."

Xuan Ye didn't seem to be as afraid of Dao Zun as ordinary guardian beasts. He tapped the edge of the bed with his slender fingers, "It's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe he saw our Lord Xuan Ming's deep affection, and he felt nostalgia and love for emotions." Longing is the only way to do this. But... After all, his actions should be reassuring to you. Dao Zun, why don't you hurry up and save that black boy Mingling?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Dao Zun tugged at his long beard, jumped up and grabbed the unicorn, ran out the door quickly, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Xuan Ye picked up the finished teacup, and put it away as if he didn't care. He frowned, and muttered to himself: "Xuan Wu, you can give them your jade ring, if it wasn't because you don't know that the spell can only be given to you." When you come back by yourself, you should stay where you are and accompany Mingling to the underworld...? Hei boy, when you reincarnate this time, it seems that you have improved compared to before?"

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Ye! What are you doing?" A handsome young man rushed in excitedly, grabbed Xuan Ye's skirt, his face was flushed after exercise: "Aren't you Did you say you were going to pick me up from outside the city? Why didn’t I see you until I walked slowly into the room?”

Xuan Ye immediately changed into a very happy expression, put down the teacup as if he was a different person, hugged the boy who was no taller than his chest, and sat down on his lap, kissing his face indistinctly : "I was arranged some errands by the Qilin God, and I just sent them away... Mu Mu, next time... I will accompany you to see Xuan Mo, now, let me check and check, whether there is any damage..."

At the same time, the door of the room was hit by a cyan wind blade that Xuan Ye casually slashed, and it closed with a "snap".

Mingling felt himself being lifted up in a howling gust of wind. When he was in the air, he couldn't open his eyes to see where he was, and he didn't know what creature was carrying him away.But after leaving the siege of the pope and the crusaders, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and simply closed his eyes to regain some energy in order to deal with this unknown guy above his head.

It seems that not long after, Ming Ling felt that he was thrown onto a solid ground. He turned over neatly and stood up, looking at the guy who lifted him into the air and then dropped him, he was startled: "Dark Angel !why you?"

The Dark Angel looked at Ming Ling with a smile, and seemed to find a clean stone to sit down very easily: "Dear God of Darkness, why can't it be me? Do you know where this is? "

Ming Ling looked at him suspiciously, but before he could answer, he heard him ask and answer: "This is the middle between the entrance of the Dark Demon Temple and the entrance of the Light Temple on the mountain of God! Due to the prohibition of God, this place On the contrary, no one, no matter what happens, there will be no angels to come over to check, and there will be no little devils running up from under the demon palace at the risk of being slapped to death by the Lord Demon King."

Mingling frowned, and it sounded like he didn't know what this guy was up to.He began to look around while raising his vigilance, but after looking for a long time, he only felt that he was in a mountain, with a dark cave not far in front, and a seemingly endless green field not far behind, with mountain walls on the left and right, Even the top of the head is a line of sky!

If the dark angel hadn't lied to him, then if you go forward, you will find the Demon Temple, and if you look back, you will find the Temple of God. Mingling would not go anywhere, "If only he could fly..." he couldn't help thinking.

"You don't want to know, why did I bring you to this kind of place?" The dark angel let out a disgusting laugh, then suddenly paused, and roared fiercely: "It's all you! Without you, I wouldn't be so miserable !"

Mingling couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the dark angel who had been sitting on the big rock, he was just smiling evilly at the corner of his mouth, but now his facial features were wrinkled to one point, and even the wings on his back were stretched, black feathers They trembled one after another, as if they were in great pain.

"...Then tell me, I have learned some medical skills. But, you are not an ordinary human being, I don't know if it can be cured." Mingling was a little scared, and felt that he was a little pitiful, so he hesitated and took a few steps forward , talking falteringly.

The dark angel was stunned for a moment. He thought that the reborn Mingling would just cowardly hide behind Ming? Help him heal?

Thinking of this, the dark angel put away the pain that he deliberately put on, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not sick! I don't need humans to treat me. I just need you to replace me with one person!"

Mingling blinked, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is it Gabriel?"

"How do you know?" The dark angel looked at Mingling warily, and then remembered the story he heard around Lilith that day, and realized that Mingling had seen him a long time ago.However, Lord Demon King has figured out his intentions, so why does this kid... also know?

Mingling sat down on the spot - anyway, he was already dirty enough, and no one needed him to appear in a glamorous posture, no one needed him to change a dozen sets of clothes like a child to study his expressions and movements, no one needed him People need his blood, no one needs his... what they need is his life and identity.

The cold touch across the face, Mingling came back to his senses and smiled, looking at the scimitar in the dark angel's hand: "Why, shouldn't you also use a wand or a sword? I was just distracted just now."