"What guest?" Qin Ming suddenly grabbed the little turtle and shook it violently in his hand, which made it dizzy and fell into his clothes without moving.
"Are we a good match?" the demon son grabbed Qin Ming''s neck, and Jiao Yan came up to Qin Ming''s face and winked at Huyan Zhuo.
"I''m serious." Huyan Zhuo touched his bare head and was rarely serious: "I''ve investigated carefully. He appeared at least three times. Once, when Lord Qiu taught King mang a lesson, more than ten killers from Huang Fenggu sneaked into the city hall and tried to sneak attack the Qin family. As a result, he killed more than ten top killers in an instant at the most dangerous time. All of them died miserably in that instant. Then they disappeared mysteriously. The second time, King Mang''s house, Huang Fenggu and Qingyun sect, The three parties joined hands with more than 50 local warriors to invade the ancient city and threatened to kill the whole city, forcing the Qin family to hand you over. But just when the first batch of local warriors were about to kill, he appeared again, killed five local warriors in a second, and then disappeared. The third time, the python king was angry and wanted to destroy the city. He fought the python King''s fist, and then... Disappeared. "
Qin Ming frowned: "don''t you know him?"
The demon son was also surprised that he didn''t listen to others.
"I asked, but no one knows him. He seems to be a wandering soul. He has been wandering around the city and guarding here." Huyan Zhuo has been carefully investigating this matter for five days. If the shadow hadn''t suddenly appeared, he and many people would have been smashed by the king Python''s fist gang.
"What does he look like?" Qin Ming doesn''t remember having such a friend who can resist the boxing gang of Python king without dying? And can kill the elite killers and five local warriors of Huangfeng Valley! "I looked at him at that time, and then he disappeared. At first glance, he looked like a beggar. His clothes were very broken, his hair was very messy, and his skin was very white. He bowed his head and didn''t see the specific shape. Oh, by the way, his teeth were very sharp, and his eyes seemed to be red."
"People of blood evil clan?" Qin Ming looked at the demon son.
The demon gave him a kind of white eyes: "in the blood evil clan, only my grandfather and I cultivate blood elves. Our eyes are not born, but caused by cultivating blood elves."
"Where''s your father?"
"The future father-in-law is protecting his son-in-law? You think it''s beautiful."
The demon''s father died in an accident when she was a child. The accident was actually that the blood elf became possessed by the devil. Her mother was injured by mistake, coupled with excessive sadness, and died in front of her father''s grave. Although the demon''s son smiled happily every day, her parents'' death was an eternal sorrow in her heart, but it was well hidden.
When Qiu Lin taught the blood spirit to the demon, all the elders in the clan were opposed and worried about following her father''s footsteps. Later, Qiu Lin secretly gave the blood spirit to her. When the elders found out, she had finished the first stage of cultivation, and the martial arts of the blood spirit were very evil. Once she began to cultivate, she had to go on, otherwise she would be eaten back and end miserably.
The demon son has a high degree of fit with the blood elf, and her cultivation is very smooth. But in fact, there is a huge risk. Once she gets out of control, she will also be possessed by the devil, ranging from total waste to explosion.
"Who would it be?" Qin Ming thought carefully and thought again. He couldn''t remember knowing such a person in his impression.
"He shouldn''t protect here for no reason. Did you attract a guardian when you were inherited by the kings?" Huyan Zhuo thought about it. Only such an explanation is the result he most expected. It would be better if Qin Ming had such a shadow Guardian around him.
Qin Ming suddenly thought of someone. Is it him? The ancient city under the night is very lively. Thousands of torches light up the ancient city, and happy people can be seen everywhere.
People are busy building city walls and transforming the city during the day. They celebrate heartily at night. Everyone''s face is filled with smiles and satisfaction. The taste of hard work and sweetness is very sweet.
Qin Ming stood on the high wall of the city, looked at the city dotted with fire, and looked for the mysterious "Guardian".
"Look at these people, how happy and free they are. Pity me." the White Jade Turtle lay on Qin Ming''s shoulder and tilted his head sadly.
"Help me find out if there is a special smell in the city."
"Why help you?"
"Do you want freedom?"
"If you have a bad attitude, don''t talk about it. Little ancestor, I can live for tens of thousands of years. I can still be free if I kill you and those who don''t die. Little ancestor, I have nothing else, but a long life."
"Xiao Zu, help me?" Qin Ming couldn''t laugh or cry.
"Change your name."
"Little ancestor?"
"Add a prefix."
"Handsome and powerful little ancestor?"
"Not enough."
"Handsome and blessed little ancestor?"
"I remember who said I had degenerated." the little turtle waved his tail.
Qin''s life was helpless. How could he meet such a top-grade product: "the handsome and powerful ancestor with boundless longevity and still strong wind, please help me check it?"
"It''s almost the same." the Little Turtle was not in a hurry. He narrowed his eyes to explore the whole city. For a long time, his little claw pointed to the left front: "there."
Qin Ming''s face is full of black lines. You need to point? He''s out.
On the left front, hundreds of meters away, on the roof of a crumbling high-rise building, stood a thin figure, with messy long hair and ragged clothes flying in the wind. In the night, you can''t see the shape clearly, but you can clearly see the scarlet eyes.
Freak! icy! Qin Ming frowned slightly. He could vaguely feel a wonderful murderous spirit floating around the dark shadow, like an invisible aura, shrouded in the dark shadow, and diffused towards the night.
They looked at each other silently hundreds of meters apart.
Qin Ming was surprised that in the face of such a dangerous atmosphere, the eighteen kings were indifferent. Did they not feel his existence or treat him as a threat?
Qin ordered the muscles and bones on his back to wriggle, and the gorgeous golden wings suddenly vibrated open, scattering golden light all over the sky under the night, and his whole breath became very sharp. But before Qin Ming said hello, the shadow suddenly disappeared, just like a shadow, scattered in the cold wind.
"Play tricks and fuck him!" the little turtle snorted.
Qin Ming hesitated for a moment, but still waved his wings and fell on the roof of the dark shadow. Looking around, he didn''t see the man''s shadow again, but found a line of words, bloody words, on the wall of the nearby alley.
"The grace has been returned, and the fate is not over. I look forward to seeing you again - night devil, Zhao Li!"
Qin Ming stood by the stone wall and read it several times.
Well, have you paid it back? Is it really the beggar who helped in the forest? Later, I met a group of the same people in the forest and were chasing him.
He came back to repay his kindness?
"Night devil, Zhao Li!"
Qin Ming frowned slightly. What kind of person is he?
The fate is not over.
Look forward to seeing you again.
Qin Ming took back his wings and suddenly felt some emotion and moved.
Unintentional help, even in exchange for many times of rescue, the world is always so wonderful.
At least it can be confirmed that he is not a villain. Qin Ming also looks forward to meeting him again and says thank you personally! His help that day was far less than his three shots.