Chapter 202 Asura Son Night Demon

Volume 1 Chapter 202 Night Demon

"What kind of guest?" Qin Ming suddenly grabbed the little turtle that climbed out and shook it violently in his hand, making it dizzy and planted in his clothes without moving.

"Are we a good match?" Yao'er grabbed Qin Ming's neck, her tender face brought her face to Qin Ming's face, and winked at Huyan Zhuozhuo.

"I'm serious." Huyan Zhuozhuo patted his bare head, rarely serious: "I have investigated carefully, and he has appeared at least three times. Once, when Sect Master Qiu taught the King Python, more than a dozen killers in Huang Fenggu took advantage of it. He sneaked into the city mansion and tried to attack the Qin family, but at the most dangerous time, he killed him instantly. More than a dozen top killers all died tragically in that instant. Then they disappeared mysteriously. The second time, Mangwang Mansion, Huangfenggu, Qingyun Zong, the three parties teamed up with more than 50 ground warriors to break into the ancient city, threatening to slaughter the whole city and force the Qin family to hand you over. But when the first batch of ground warriors were about to be massacred, he appeared again and killed five of them in seconds. Diwu, and then disappeared. The third time, King Python got angry and wanted to destroy the city, and it was he who resisted King Python's punch, and then... disappeared."

Qin Ming frowned: "You don't know him?"

Yao'er is also strange, why didn't anyone else mention it.

"I've asked, but no one knows him. He seems to be a wandering soul who has been wandering around the city and guarding this place." Huyan Zhuozhuo has been investigating this matter carefully for five days. When he appeared, he and many others had already been smashed to pieces by the King Python's fist.

"What does he probably look like?" Qin Ming couldn't remember having such a friend who could resist the King Python's fist and not die? And can kill Huangfeng Valley's elite killers, five ground martial arts!

"I just glanced at it at the time, and then he disappeared. He looked like a beggar at first glance, with torn clothes, messy hair, and very white skin. He lowered his head and couldn't see what he looked like. Oh. , by the way, his teeth are very sharp and his eyes seem to be red."

"A person from the Blood Evil Sect?" Qin Ming looked at Yao'er.

Yao'er gave him a charming look: "My grandfather and I are the only ones in the Blood Evil Sect who cultivate blood elves. Our eyes are not born, but are caused by cultivating blood elves."

"Where's your father?"

"Father-in-law is protecting his son-in-law in the future? You think it's pretty."

Yao'er's father died in an accident when she was a child, and the accident was actually a blood elf cultivating madness. Her mother was accidentally injured, coupled with excessive grief, she died in love at her father's grave. Although Yao'er smiled happily every day, the death of her parents was an eternal sorrow in her heart, but it was well hidden.

When Qiu Lin taught the blood elf to Yao'er, all the elders in the sect were against it, worried that he would follow her father's footsteps. Later, Qiu Lin secretly gave the blood elf to her. When the elders found out, she had already The first stage of training has been completed, and the blood elf martial art is very evil. Once you start training, you must go on, otherwise you will be backlashed and end miserable.

Yao'er and blood elves have a high degree of compatibility, and their cultivation is very smooth. But in fact, there is a huge risk. Once she loses control, she will also go into trouble.

"Who could it be?" Qin Ming thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember knowing such a person.

"He shouldn't protect this place for no reason. Could it be that you attracted guardians when you got the inheritance of the kings?" Huyan Zhuozhuo thought about it, only this explanation was the result he was most looking forward to. It would be better if Qin Ming had such a shadow guardian by his side.

Qin Ming suddenly thought of a person, could it be him?

The ancient city under the night is very lively, thousands of torches light up the ancient city, and cheerful crowds can be seen everywhere.

People are busy building city walls and transforming the city during the day, and they celebrate in the dark. Everyone's face is full of smiles and satisfaction. The taste of hardship is sweet and sweet.

Qin Ming stood on the high wall of the city, looking at the city dotted with fire, looking for the mysterious 'guardian'.

"Look at how happy and free these people are, take pity on me." Bai Yu Xiaogui lay on Qin Ming's shoulder, tilting his head sadly.

"Help me check if there is any special atmosphere in the city."

"Why help you?"

"Do you want to be free?"

"If you have a bad attitude, don't talk about it. Little Ancestor, I can live for tens of thousands of years. If you die, and those who are immortal, I can still be free. Little Ancestor, I don't have much else, just a long life."

"Xiaozu, help?" Qin Ming couldn't help laughing.

"Change your name."

"Little ancestor?"

"Add a prefix."

"A handsome and powerful little ancestor?"

"not enough."

"The little ancestor who is handsome and has boundless longevity?"

"I remember who said I was molted." The old god of the little turtle was waving his tail.

Qin Ming was helpless, how did he come across such a superb guy: "The little ancestor who is handsome, strong, blessed, longevity, boundless and majestic, can you help me check it out?"

"It's about the same." The little turtle was not in a hurry. He squinted his eyes to explore the whole city. For a long time, the little paw pointed to the front left: "There."

Qin Ming's face is full of black lines, do I need your finger? He's all out.

In the front left, hundreds of meters away, on the top of a crumbling high-rise building, stood a thin figure with long messy hair and tattered clothes fluttering in the wind. red eyes.

Weird! icy!

Qin Ming frowned slightly, and could vaguely sense a wonderful murderous aura from there, floating around the shadow, like an invisible aura, shrouded in the shadow, and spreading weakly into the night.

They were hundreds of meters apart and looked at each other silently.

What makes Qin Ming feel strange is that, in the face of such a dangerous atmosphere, the Eighteen King Statues are indifferent. Did they not feel his existence, or did they not regard him as a threat?

Qin Ming's back muscles and bones wriggled, his gorgeous golden wings fluttered wildly, and under the darkness of the night, the golden light was sprinkled across the sky, and his whole person's breath became very sharp. But before Qin Ming came to say hello, the black shadow suddenly disappeared, like a shadow, blown away in the cold wind, and disappeared without a trace.

"Pretend to be a ghost, fuck him!" Little Turtle sighed.

Qin Ming hesitated for a while, but still fluttered his wings and landed on the roof of the shadowy building. He looked around and saw no more shadow of the man, but found a line of bloody words on the wall of the nearby alley.

"The favor has been repaid, the fate is not over, I look forward to seeing you again - Ye Mo, Zhao Li!"

Qin Ming stood by the stone wall and read the words softly several times while looking at the bloody words.

Well paid?

Could it really be the beggar who helped out in the forest?

Later, in the forest, a group of the same people was encountered, and they were also after him.

Has he come back to pay his respects?

"Night Demon, Zhao Li!"

Qin Ming frowned slightly, what kind of person is this?

Fate is not over.

Looking forward to seeing you again.

Qin Ming retracted his wings, and suddenly felt a little emotional, but also moved.

The unintentional help has turned out to be rescued many times. The world is always so wonderful.

At least it can be determined that he is not a villain, Qin Ming also looks forward to meeting him again, and personally thank you!

His help that day was far less than his three shots.