Private pet of the reborn Duke

"Hurry up, Qilin!" Taoist yelled loudly in the void, waving the whisk around.At this time, the kylin has turned into a beast shape, and when the colorful light is flowing, it gallops fast without looking back: "Daoist, the unicorn is really imminent! Daoist, don't worry, it will arrive soon!"

"Where are you? Ming Ling's aura was still in the mountain of God and Demon Palace just now! It's gone now!" Dao Zun was anxious to unscrew the wine gourd and put it on again, his beard trembled when he spoke, and he looked rather strange. Several funny.

"Here we are, here we are! This is the secret cave behind the temple!" Qilin breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Daoist Master came down to the ground, he quickly transformed into a human form. The two looked around, but Mingling was nowhere to be seen.

"Hiss~~" Fuchen wrapped the unicorn tightly, Dao Zun was furious: "I told you to hurry up! Look, everyone is gone now!...Huh?"

Qilin was begging for mercy, but he heard Dao Zun let out an exclamation, and at the same time the whisk silk on his body was loosened, so he followed Dao Zun's line of sight and looked over:

Not far from the secret cave, a seraph with black wings pointed a scimitar at the neck of a young man, and stabbed it fiercely!And that young man, his clothes are disheveled, his face is thin and haggard, his body is entangled with black air, his face is still covered with some dust, only a pair of eyes are still black and bright, who is it not Mingling?

"Bold monster!"

"stop!"

The two flew over together, and at the same time they kept shouting, fearing that Ming Ling would really die.

"Qilin, Taoist?" Ming Ling turned his head away when he heard the sound, as if he was a little surprised, but he still remembered who it was.But he had already been stabbed three times by the Dark Angel - the scimitar was originally used to slash to kill people and cut off the enemy's neck.This time, the Dark Angel used all stabs, which shows that he didn't dare, or didn't want to take Mingling's life at all.

At this time, Ming Ling relaxed, but made his tense body relax, and the wound on his throat immediately began to gurgle with blood, just like when Ming Ye's wound had just pulled out the cross, the blood flow was endless.

Mingling was dizzy for a while, but she still remembered that the dark angel was in front of her, and she hurriedly closed her eyes and said, "You two, don't hurt him, he is actually not very good, he just likes an archangel and wants to ask me to help, but he is a bit awkward I was confused by what I said."

All three were stunned.

In the memories of Dao Zun and Qi Lin, Ming Ling has always been bold, omnipotent, aggressive and murderous, a troublemaker who is common, little black skin.But now this guy who is kind enough to escape into Buddhism, is he really Ming Ling?

Qilin's big eyes stared at Daoist's slender eyes. After the two were speechless for a while, Daoist finally said, "Mingling, are you really Mingling? I won't hurt him, as long as you just stay there and don't move." Can."

The dark angel frowned, and suddenly shouted: "I don't need your pity!" As he said, he slashed at Mingling's chest with a scimitar!

Qilin caught the knife with one hand, and reprimanded coldly: "You little devil, don't know what is good or bad! Since Mingling spared your life, go back to your devil's palace and think about it!" Then, He raised his hand and threw the dark angel with a knife into the secret cave of the magic hall.

Dao Zun was about to rescue Mingling and stop the blood from Mingling's wound, but he heard a voice behind him: "The two gods are here, but you don't come to my temple to sit for a while, do you blame me for not taking good care of Father God Ming?" Master Ling and Xuan Ming?"

It was the first time for Mingling to see the true face of the God King God. Although he had seen it before in a daze, it was just a white blurred human figure.Now when he glanced at it, he only felt familiar.Except for the white clothes, everything else was almost exactly the same as the high-spirited Xuan Ming in his memory!

"This is, the God King of Light I created?... No, this is the appearance of Xuanming that I remember in my heart." Mingling fell to the ground, looked at God, smiled and spit out a big mouthful of blood, and raised his head again. Grabbing Dao Zun with his hand: "Dao Zun, don't be impatient. I want to understand that if you are lucky enough to be reborn, you will not disappoint Dao Zun. You must be a kind person and don't embarrass everyone again."

As he said that, he cast a pitiful look at God: "Lord God King, what a pity. Destroying the happiness of others, but not waiting for the luck around him, if there is only hatred, how can he never leave the Lord Demon King? How could you teach such a smart and kind angel as Gabriel? My lord, there is no love and no hatred, isn’t it?”

God never thought that Mingling, who drank the water of Wangchuan and imprisoned his spiritual body for a hundred years, would be able to say such words when he was about to die!If it is said that he is looking at him with hatred, it will be more enjoyable.But why should he pity himself?

"A life that doesn't even have complete memories is not qualified to teach me a lesson!" There was a little silver light in God's blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Xuan Ming's eyes!

Mingling was still smiling, and his eyes drifted behind him: "Gabriel, if you don't want to leave God because of the dark angel's awkward character, I don't believe it at all. If your Lord God King continues like this, I will come back one day, do you understand?"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, Ming Ling seemed to want to say everything: "The past 20 years of my life have been really rich and wonderful. I was born in a manor without any family ties, and I lived with the most docile life, doing the most gentle things. Primitive work, tossed and tossed by ignorant children... Then when I thought I was going to die, I woke up in a seemingly bright place, which made me feel warm and trustful."

When Mingling said this, his smiling eyes suddenly turned into indifference: "I didn't expect that within a few years, I would be rewarded as a nobleman again, with my own independent residence and jurisdiction, but I would also fall into the trap of the people I created by myself. The many traps!"

Mingling's eyes were filled with blood, and the blood flowed with the continuous rotation of the eyes. Together with the flowing light on the cross imprint that could not be covered by the torn clothes on his chest, it was like a blood moon, which made God's heart tremble for a while!

Sighing deeply, Mingling slightly lowered his voice: "But, ever since I knew there was such a person as him, I have been looking forward to seeing him one day. For this reason, when I received his return to the manor News, I was so excited like a child, I stayed up all night. I was thinking about the past in my childhood, thinking about Tianming, and then I received an invitation letter from his housekeeper. I was even more happy. I even changed my clothes several times, like a Practicing etiquette in front of the mirror like a girl. But in the end...I ended his life as a blood race with my own hands...Obviously when he stayed by my side, I was very relieved and happy, but I didn't want to see anyone die, I didn't want to see Someone was approached by him to suck blood. I have been tossing and torturing his blood life, making him embarrassed and patient again and again, and finally I couldn't bear it, so I designed to kill him myself!"

Ming Ling's voice became louder and louder, and the entire God and Demon Palace was shaken by his last few words, making eardrums ache.