I'm going to fuck you

Chapter 122: Master

Ming Jing raised his eyebrows, and there was a wicked smile on the corners of his lips. Putting this kind of expression on Wei Zexu's face, he looked extremely ruffian, "Why, you despise me as a brother when you have a daughter-in-law. gone?"

He reached out and touched his face, his tone seemed to be praising, "Don't tell me, this kid is really good-looking, no wonder you fell in love with him."

The veins on Chu Zeyuan's forehead twitched. He restrained his anger, tried his best to speak calmly, and didn't want to beat Ming Jing, "Get out of his body, don't touch him."

With a shy face, Ming Jing stayed in Wei Zexu's body and asked Chu Zexu about his private life, "Hey, I'll come out later, and later, where have you and him developed? Have you ever been called Lao Gong?"

He pretended to imitate Wei Zexu, and called out to Chu Zeyuan, "Old Gong..."

The voice was clear and bright, and it seemed a bit shy. Speaking in Wei Zexu's voice made Chu Zeyuan even more headache.

Wei Zexu, who is watching "Live TV"...

What's the matter with wanting to flip the table!What a shame!

Chu Zeyuan clenched his fists and stared at Ming Jing gloomyly, "I haven't seen you for so long, you've become even more noisy."

He thought Ming Jing was dead, but he still felt sad and sad, thinking he was still his friend, now?Oh, fuck his friends!

Ming Jing took a few steps back and muttered, "Why are you getting so angry? Aren't I worried about your love life with a cold face? It's not easy for me to be a big brother..."

Chu Zeyuan was no longer in the mood to argue with Ming Jing again. He found that Qing Yuan in front of him had made a new move, and he took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms. The talisman paper was purple-black, bright Diffuse.

He lit the talisman paper, purple flames danced in the air, Ming Jing stared at the talisman paper, for some reason, his complexion became hard, his breathing became short of breath, and his fingers turned white.

The purple-black talisman paper burned completely, and a black swirl appeared in the air, and the armored Yin soldier walked out of the swirl.

The sword in his hand shone coldly under the reflection of Lan Dianyou's will-o'-the-wisp, and the blood and yin energy lingering in his body could not be suppressed at all, and they swept towards Chu Zeyuan and Ming Jing like a mountain and a sea.

His eyes are light gray, as if hiding endless sadness and darkness, his face is cold and resolute, and his nose is high. If it is not because of the yin in his body, no one will believe that he is actually a yin soldier.

Ming Jing stared at the Yin soldier madly, opened his mouth, but finally closed his eyes in despondency.

He turned his head and looked at Chu Zeyuan, "Brother, he is me, the trump card refined from forbidden books, the only general in Yinbing, Leng Yue."

He didn't say it, this is also his lover.

Unwilling for his lover to die just like that, he wanted Leng Yue to be with him forever, so he used forbidden techniques to turn Leng Yue into a Yin soldier. The once natal magic weapon barely escaped the catastrophe.

But he didn't expect that he would become a remnant soul and be trapped under the stele, and the Ghost City had already changed hands, all his Yin Soldier Talismans were taken away, and his former lover became a puppet of Qingyuan's subordinates. It hurt Chu Zeyuan.

Ming Jing took a deep breath, squeezed the dagger in his hand, pursed his lips and looked at Leng Yue, even if he risked his life, he would not let Leng Yue become a puppet in other people's hands.

Big deal, let's die together.

As the general of the Yin Bing, Leng Yue's fighting power is definitely above him, and he doesn't know if he and Chu Zeyuan can defeat him together.

Qingyuan also knew this, so he released Leng Yue as his trump card. He laughed wildly, his face was slightly distorted, and he didn't know where he had thrown that gentle surface: "Hurry up and kill them!"

He ordered Leng Yue, the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

There was a chill in his heart, as if something hot was burning on his body, Qingyuan lowered his head in disbelief, the long sword in Leng Yue's hand was inserted into his heart, and the will-o'-the-wisp quickly swept across his whole body.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Leng Yue pointed the weapon in his hand at him.

"Why...why..." Qingyuan struggled to get this sentence out of her mouth.

It stands to reason that he is the master of the Yin Soldier Talisman. As a Yin Soldier, Leng Yue should completely obey his orders. Why did he hurt him?

The color of the world in front of him gradually faded, and Qingyuan's world was kept in darkness, but this time, he could never wake up again.

His ears still echoed the cold and hard voice of the slave soldier, "I don't like other people ordering me, you, overstep."

Chu Zeyuan looked at the Yin soldiers who had killed Qing Fan without hesitation in front of him, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart, he tightened the sword in his hand.

Unexpectedly, Leng Yue walked in front of Ming Jing, his steps were heavy, and the heavy armor on his body made a soft noise. He straightened his waist and said in a deep voice, "Come out."

Ming Jing hesitated for a moment, but came out obediently from Wei Zexu's body. Although it was still a white figure, it still had facial features and hands and feet, and it was no longer that ghostly shape.

Leng Yue stared at Ming Jing, his eyes were dark and deep, his gray eyes were like a cloudy sky, he knelt down on one knee, and took Ming Jing's hand with one hand, "Master, welcome back."

It was only at this time that Ming Jing understood what Leng Yue meant when he said to Qing Yuan just now.

He lowered his head to look at Leng Yue. For some reason, his nose was sour, and he replied in a low voice, "Well, I'm back."

It turned out that Leng Yue was not controlled by the Yin Bing Talisman, and his heart suddenly felt extremely fortunate and joyful.

Leng Yue seemed to have guessed what Ming Jing was thinking, he held Ming Jing's hand, and put it on his heart, through the armor, even though there was no longer beating there, he still said seriously, "Here, it's already I remember you, so I can't let go of other people's positions."

"In my whole life, you are the only lover, and only you are the master." He paused, and the corner of his eyes glanced at those Yin soldiers who were burned to death, as if a little disgusted, "I am waiting for you to come back."

Ming Jing reached out and hugged Leng Yue.

Wei Zexu had already come to his senses the moment Ming Jing left his body. Looking at the two sticky people at this moment, he didn't know what to say. What about singles?

He had no choice but to help Chu Zeyuan clean up the mess. Qingyuan was dead, and the ghost market naturally changed hands. Wei Zexu asked Mingjing to help find a well-informed ghost to inquire about the news.

What came was a dark, shriveled shadow ghost.

Hearing Wei Zexu mention the Soul Orb, Ming Jing beside him frowned deeply, feeling a little excited, "You mean the Soul Orb?"