Lord Fox, don't run

"Since this seat is awake, then all Ming Sheng will also start to wake up."

It took a long time for the Lord to say such a sentence, but his eyes were still looking at the small ball of snow-white hair in his hand, the eyes were extraordinarily soft, as if it was some kind of treasure of his.

As soon as these words came out, they were greeted with howls of excitement. Their lineage of demon cultivators had been forgotten in this secular world for a long, long time. How miserable they have been living these years, how much joy they feel now.At this time, words cannot express their inner feelings.

"Okay, your lord needs to rest. What should you do, we will be more and more busy in the future."

The old man with bones who was standing next to the sacrificial altar opened his mouth, and then all the people disappeared in the blink of an eye.At this time, Moxiu used an ancient method of movement, which was very convenient like teleportation, but it consumed a lot of true energy, and it had been lost a long time ago.

And these people have mastered this kind of exercise, obviously someone taught it deliberately!

After the old man with bones over there cleaned up the people, he knelt down on one knee in front of the lord.His shriveled body made him look a little pitiful for such a pious man, but the old man's eyes were bright, and he didn't feel aggrieved in the slightest.The old voice said to the Lord:

"The old slave finally waited for the Lord..."

His voice was trembling, and before he could finish a sentence, his throat choked up!He is the oldest among this group of people, and he is also the one who has been with the Lord for the longest time.The old man has always hoped to see the Lord again, to see the Lord when he was standing at the peak of the world again!

"My lord, this little fox..."

The old man originally imagined a kind of deep love between master and servant after reunion after a long absence, but the reality turned out to be extraordinarily cruel.Because until now, the revived Lord Master has hardly looked at him directly, which makes him, who claims to be the person who knows the Lord best, feel a little uncomfortable.

It's just that the old man didn't know what happened to the little fox that suddenly appeared.

"Old slave, do you know the name of this seat?"

The old man originally thought about what the Lord would say when he saw him, but the result turned out to be such a nonsensical sentence.The old man struggled for a moment, bent down and bowed again to express his fear:

"This old slave... dare not criticize the name of the Lord, but... also really does not know the name of the Lord..."

They have always called him Zunzhu, and they are also used to calling him Zunzhu.They are even used to chasing the footsteps of the Lord, as long as the Lord is there, they are the strongest demon cultivators!Those sanctimonious old things need a lesson like blood to let them remember who is the master of this continent!

"Of course you don't know."

The lord's expression was a little indifferent... He glanced slightly at the old man with bones from the corner of his eyes, and the old man was like a frightened cat, and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his whole body shaking.

"Damn the old slave, the old slave shouldn't be so indifferent to the lord!"

But the person who frightened him with this look never moved, not even giving the old man alms.He focused on the little fox in his arms, as if this was his whole world.

Naturally, these people don't know that those who are attached to him only know that he is powerful and that he can give them protection.Even in the many years he was alive, and so many people in Ming Sheng, none of them asked his name, they would just bow their heads to him.

This kind of bowing your head may make people feel vain at first, but once you get tired of this attitude, what sweeps you is a huge loneliness like falling into a whirlpool.The feeling of being the only one in the world is too painful, and he doesn't want to taste it again when he wakes up again.

Well now, it doesn't matter if these people don't know, it's just that the little guy in his arms knows.He still remembered the clear voice of this person calling his name!

He said: Minger.

He said: I will teach you how to practice as a teacher.

He obviously didn't talk much, his face was expressionless, and even his eyes were indifferent, but it made his heart that had been lonely for a long time suddenly become hot!Even if it's just being in the same room, I feel very satisfied in my heart.

It's just that he didn't expect that the master he had been calling for so many days turned out to be a little fox who hadn't grown up yet!Looking at his size, his age must not be more than [-] years old. With this kind of talent, it seems that he is also a rare genius.

Thinking about it, Zhong Ming laughed, and the majesty of his lordship disappeared a lot. He carefully stroked the furry ball, feeling very satisfied.If one ignores the shivering old man who is almost prostrate on the ground, this scene must be dangerous and fascinating.

After all, there is no one who is too ugly in the world of comprehension, and true qi itself has the auxiliary effect of beauty and health.And Zhong Ming's handsomeness is different from Qing Yang's. Although he has a good appearance, what attracts people's attention even more is his natural aura of a strong man. That aura that makes him feel like an ant when standing in front of him is not just anyone. Everyone can have it!