Private pet of the reborn Duke

Xuan Wu nodded with a smile, knocked on the counter next to him with the cigarette rod in his hand, and looked up at the top of his head: "Your Excellency, you should come down and wait, since you have come out, you can't hide anything from the Earl."

Mingling walked to the counter on his own, brought out wine and various cups, and started mixing drinks as before.Even when Ming Ye walked in, he didn't look up.

Ming Ye seemed to be a little dazed, but there was still displeasure written on his face, and he clearly blamed Ming Ling for running out again.

He asked Xuanwu for a cigarette rod and sat down next to him, puffing out smoke rings as if watching a play, while watching Mingling mix wine, seeing glasses of wine of various colors being poured in and out, turning into another kind of wine. Or a mixture of several different colors of liquid, suddenly said: "Isn't life also mixed in this way to become different experiences?"

Mingling's hand trembled, the wine in the glass spilled out, dripped into another glass, and changed color.

Xuanwu put out the cigarette stick and stood up: "Enough is enough, don't make any more. Go back earlier, or it will be dawn if it is later."

Ming Ye stood up, nodded at Xuanwu, walked to the counter and looked directly at Mingling: "Even if you really want to kill me, you should go to another place to do it. Please accompany me to finish this journey, Mingling I am no longer the blood emperor, I just want to spend a while in front of you in the same way as before, and don't run out casually, okay?"

Ming Ling put the cups of mixed wine into different small wine bottles to distinguish them. He didn't know what he thought when he heard Ming Ye's words. He only saw that the wine bottles in his hand could not be held firmly. Xuanwu was about to pick him up, but Ming? Ye's eyes signaled him to stay where he was.

"Mingling, I know you don't like my bloodthirsty appearance, but if I don't drink blood, I won't be able to recover my strength and body, and I won't be able to return to the old Duke. I don't want you to see me look old, even though I should be A skeleton."

"I don't know if it's because Cain's blood was drawn away. I often think of some fragments when I'm asleep, but I'm still in a daze. I only vaguely remember that you always exist in those fragments."

Mingling finally moved again, squeezed the wine bottle and glass tightly in his hands, half of the glass of wine was spilled, and half of it was poured in, but he screwed the lid on as if he didn't see it, and put it in the pile of colorful wine bottle.

Ming Ye was about to speak again, but heard him finally speak:

"We go back. There is no one else but us, inseparable."

The words were very touching, but the tone made Ming Ye feel that he was announcing a death sentence, and he was completely planning to accompany him through the journey before death—inseparable, how would he drink blood to prolong his life?This damn blood body not only gave him abilities that ordinary people don't have, but also imprisoned his behavior and restricted his thoughts!

Ming Ye sighed for a long time, but when he heard Xuanwu was also sighing, he couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Sir, you taught me all night for nothing."

As he said that, Ming Ye walked up to Ming Ling and smiled: "Let's go."

Ming Ling hadn't seen Ming Ye Xiao for a long time. He was in a daze, but felt that his hand was being pulled up by Ming Ye. He hurriedly picked up the big wooden box he brought with his empty hand, and was dragged out by Ming Ye. .Only Xuanwu stayed at the door and looked at them, laughing and sighing.

Facing the white belly in the sky, Ming Ye hugged Ming Ling tightly, ran back to the manor quickly, walked towards the teleportation array without stopping, and carried him back to the room.

Putting the wooden box on the bed, Mingling finally asked what he had been thinking about for a long time: "You mean, some fragments appear faintly when you fall asleep?"

Although Ming Ye was curious about what was in his wooden box, he was still reluctant to let go of his hand to look through the box. He nodded and smiled and turned his head to look at Mingling: "Although it is vague, but I feel very happy, no Nothing to be happy about. Looks like we had a good past."

Ming Ling felt that he hadn't had such a hopeful feeling for a long time. He opened the box with an excited smile, took out the small silver carved box, and under Ming Ye's seemingly clear eyes, he dug out those ancient pictures and handed them to him: "Xuan Ming, you should be able to remember faster after watching these, and when you remember, there will be a way. When you recover, I should be able to remember. "

Ming Ye smiled and took the drawing paper and put it back into the box, kissing the corner of Ming Ling's mouth, "But now I just want you to be happy with me..."

The blood moon rose again, Mingling got up early, and ran to the study to flip through the books he brought back.And Ming? Ye was pressed by him and sat on the side looking at the drawing papers.

Although intuition didn't help much, Ming Ye followed suit.Now he doesn't need anything other than staying by Ming Ling's side.Even if he was hungry, Mingling would not allow him to go out to drink human blood again, and he didn't want to see Mingling sad again.

"I've exhausted my mind, why?" Ming Ye stared at the picture, and kept asking himself different questions in his heart.

"When I catch him back, should I imprison him or imprison myself?"

"Why on earth did I become a blood clan, and why do I insist on continuing the blood clan?"

"Am I the legendary Xuanming? If so, why can't I restore myself?"

……

A day passed in this kind of thinking.

During the period, Mingling cooked some food for himself.Although he was not happy, Ming Ye still ate some red plants and animals: a salad based on saffron, six-ripe steak, fresh milk, and eggs.

He felt like vomiting, but he still ate it with a smile, and said, "It tastes good."

The taste is indeed good, Ming Ling's genius craftsmanship, few people in the universe can match, but he has no digestion instinct at all, unable to digest these things, staying in the body is just another kind of poison.

Within a week, Ming Ye returned to the old look of last time, with inferiority complex and strong hunger rushing up at the same time, the relative recovery of memory and the thirst for blood seemed insignificant.

Ming Ling knew that there would be such a time, and also knew that Ming Ye's bloodthirsty instinct would probably kick out in these few days.But he didn't know that his kindness in teaching Ming Ye to eat human food had already accelerated the exposure of Ming Ye's bloodthirsty nature in disguise, and further pushed Ming Ye into the abyss of madness.