How could he be the devil

Chapter 96 Lovely Brother

Hearing this, He Qingming quickly anointed the soles of his feet with oil. Yes, his steps were fast.

Xiao Chengying couldn't help smiling, and said: "Stop making trouble, you have to preserve your strength now, and you have big things to do later, don't waste your energy on He Qingming, right?"

Ling Yun nodded angrily and said, "Okay, then I'll beat him up next time."

Xiao Chengying held Ling Yunle's hand, and said: "He is my senior brother after all, please do me a favor, don't be as knowledgeable as him, okay?"

"But, he covets you." Ling Yunle said aggrievedly.

Xiao Chengying poked his cheek, "No covetousness, he was just playing with you, and you are the only one who takes it seriously. Besides, if he hadn't begged for mercy back then, I would have let you go. You're dead, now you can still have a wife, it's all because of his help, don't worry about it with him?"

Speaking of what happened back then, Ling Yunle immediately became wilted.

Originally it was grievance, but now it is guilt.

When Xiao Chengying was in danger, it was He Qingming who came forward to help her and saved her life.

But he was lucky and almost kicked his wife away.

With such a huge contrast, it's no wonder Xiao Chengying defended He Qingming.

Ling Yunle stopped talking, Xiao Chengying took his hand and went up the mountain, and after a while, he caught up with He Qingming and Xiao Dong.

He Qingming covered his neck and glanced back, "Junior Sister, when the Mozun kills me, remember to prepare me mentally in advance, otherwise I will be killed by him, and I will suffer a lot."

Xiao Chengying shook her head helplessly, this man is really unruffled at all times, and all he wants to do is mess around.

This made Xiao Chengying wonder, would He Qingming and Ling Yunle together be as useful as one?

The four of them entered the enchantment against the moonlight, and the cave was in front of them, and they stopped.

Xiao Chengying turned her head to look at Ling Yunle, and asked, "Do you feel anything?"

Ling Yunle shook her head, "I can't feel it."

Xiao Chengying nodded, and said: "Let's start, let He Qingming help you when your cultivation is not good enough."

The young man closed his eyes and cast a spell in front of him with both hands. Bright red devilish energy gushed out from his palms and covered the entire cave continuously.

It was the first time for Xiao Chengying and He Qingming to see such a strong demonic energy, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Xiao Dong was also very surprised. He thought that although Ling Yunle was a Demon Lord, he seemed to have no ability, and when he was teased by him, his aggrieved appearance was completely different from the young man who cast spells in front of him.

The devilish energy quickly enveloped the entire mountain, pressing down into the cave bit by bit.

Soon, a stream of pure white spiritual power was crushed and burst, and was gradually swallowed up by the thick devilish energy.

Ling Yunle opened her eyes and said: "There is indeed an enchantment, it has been broken, let's go there now!"

Xiao Chengying nodded, and the three of them followed Ling Yunle, walking forward with a torch in his hand.

Sure enough, the fork in the cave disappeared, and the place he walked seemed to be quite different from the previous one.

Xiao Chengying thought to herself, indeed Xiao Mojin's grandmother was right.

The four of them walked to the end of the cave, and there was a round pit on the ground with a width of four or five people.

The pothole is so deep that you can't see anything.

Ling Yunle's palm condensed a ball of flames and threw it down to the ground. Where the flames touched was Huanghaha's soil.

Finally, the flames hit the ground, instantly lighting up the pothole.

"There is a hole in the sky below, let's go down and have a look." Ling Yun said happily.

It was the first time for Xiao Chengying to see him look so serious, and she felt a little uncomfortable, so she nodded for a while.

Ling Yunle hugged Xiao Chengying horizontally, and said: "Your cultivation base is low, you will fall and hurt yourself, hold me tight."

Xiao Chengying nodded, wrapping her arms tightly around Ling Yunle's slender neck.

Inexplicably, Xiao Chengying rarely felt that she was a woman and Ling Yunle was a man.

She leaned against the boy's heart, and next to her ears was the sonorous and powerful heartbeat of Ling Yunle.

When Ling Yunle jumped down the pothole first, He Qingming and Xiao Dong also jumped down.

Ling Yunle hugged Xiao Chengying and landed steadily, and then He Qingming and Xiao Dong also landed separately.

The four were frowned by a strong stench.

Among them, Ling Yunle had the biggest reaction, his whole face almost wrinkled together.

Xiao Chengying patted him on the shoulder, "Put me down first."

As soon as Ling Yunle put Xiao Chengying down, she quickly covered her nose, the smell was really disgusting enough.

He Qingming said: "It seems to be the smell of corpses, and there is something mixed in it."

Just as He Qingming was speaking, a gust of wind came towards him in the dim environment, and Ling Yunle instinctively picked up Xiao Chengying and dodged it.

He Qingming also tugged on Xiao Dong's sleeve to avoid it.

Ling Yunle took advantage of the situation and raised her hand, and suddenly a sky-filled red light covered the loess of the entire cave, illuminating the surroundings.

Just as Ling Yunle looked around, He Qingming called him, "Ling Yunle, behind you!"

Ling Yunle turned around quickly, and sure enough, she saw Ling Shuang running towards him with a sinister smile on her face.

But Ling Shuang was not Ling Yunle's opponent after all, Ling Yunle suddenly raised her foot and hit Ling Shuang's shoulder.

Ling Shuang was kicked out immediately, and her body hit the mountain wall heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Yunle frowned and looked around, only to see a huge black pool in the cave that was constantly rolling and surging.

And the smell from the black pool water is the source of the disgusting corpse stench.

As soon as Ling Yunle smelled this smell, she couldn't help feeling sick.

Ling Shuang took the opportunity to stagger up from the ground, with a strange smile on her face, and said to Ling Yunle: "My good brother, you are too polite to give me such a big gift as soon as we meet."

Although Ling Yunle had already prepared her mentally for the past few days, and was prepared that Ling Shuang might be his elder brother, but hearing Ling Shuang's "good brother" with her own ears still made Ling Yunle furious.

Ling Yunle frowned, and looked at Ling Shuang viciously, "You...shut up!"

Instead of shutting up, Ling Shuang laughed out loud, he laughed maniacally, "My dear brother, you have been protected so well since you were a child, look at you, you can even smell such a smell No, I can't bear even such a small blow."

He looked at Ling Yunle, the stronger the smile on his face, the clearer the grief and indignation in his eyes.

Ling Yun said happily: "Why do people like you call me brother? Who do you think you are? Maybe you are the child of your mother and some messed up person. Don't force yourself on my father. It's really disgusting." !"

These words obviously enraged Ling Shuang, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by evil and madness.

Ling Shuang pointed at Ling Yunle, "I'm disgusting? Ling Yunle, you and I are clearly his children. He treats you so well, cultivates you wholeheartedly, and gives you the best. But look at yourself, you only know Sons and daughters love each other, and everything can be left behind. Why do you become a demon king? You are not worthy of being his child. Only I, only someone with a strong heart like me should sit on the throne of the demon king. worthy of his inheritance."

Ling Yunle gritted her teeth, wishing she could kill Ling Shuang, but he couldn't let Ling Shuang die for no apparent reason.

He also wanted to... know the truth.

"Since you care so much about your father, why did you kill him? If you were really his son, how could you do it?" Ling Yunle stared at Ling Shuang fiercely, as if she wanted to see a hole in him .

When Ling Shuang heard what he said, there was a crack in her expression, as if she had been touched the most untouchable part of her heart.

He looked at Ling Yunle lightly, and said, "Do you think I don't love him? Do you think I only have hatred for him? If he hadn't treated me kindly and given me hope, I could treat him as someone I don't know very well. .This is all caused by him himself. He gave birth to me and abandoned me, picked me up and destroyed me. Why? Why? Why can you enjoy his love exclusively?"

For some reason, Ling Yunle felt a little relieved. He took a deep breath and said, "What did he do to you?"

Ling Shuang raised her head suddenly, "What did you do? My good brother, you probably have never experienced real pain in your life, right? Then let me tell you, what the good father in your heart has done! "

Just like the rumors, about 200 years ago, Mozun, Ling Yunle's father, was injured and recuperated in the mortal world for a period of time.

During those days, Mozun became attached to a mortal woman.

But Mozun is Mozun after all, he will not be laughed at just because of the appearance of a mortal, because of a little bit of love.

Therefore, he decisively abandoned the mortal, even though she was pregnant.

After returning to the demon clan, Mozun soon married the demon saint, and gave birth to their only child, Ling Yunle, within ten years of marriage.

The Holy Maiden was fundamentally injured by giving birth to this child, and died within a few years.

Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, Ling Yunle only had an impression of her father.

I don't know if Mozun really loved the saint, or if he owed the poor saint a little bit in his heart, Mozun treated Ling Yunle very well.

This kind of kindness even makes Ling Yunle become a child who can't grow up.

After Mozun left the mortal world, Ling Shuang's mother died two years after giving birth to him. After her mother died, Ling Shuang was left alone.

The mother didn't know anything about her 'husband' who she didn't know very well, only that he was a demon.

Although Ling Shuang is a child born of demons and mortals, she is extremely talented and can practice with ease.

Until one day, a man who claimed to be Ling Shuang's father appeared in front of Ling Shuang.

At that time, Ling Shuang was not very old, a young man who had never felt the love of his father, never thought that this man might come to destroy him.

Mozun kept Ling Shuang in a small side room in the Demon King's Palace, where he lived for two years.

Although he seemed imprisoned, Ling Shuang never felt sad, because his father would visit him from time to time.

This is already a great gift for a teenager who has no mother and only one relative left.

Ling Shuang lived in that small room for two full years, and finally one day, he slipped out of the small room quietly.

When he hid behind the rockery and saw his father with a smile on his back, carrying a beautiful little boy and fluttering butterflies in the garden, Ling Shuang realized that his father was not his father alone.

The little boy was only two or three years old, and he was smiling happily, and his father was also... laughing happily.

However, his father had never smiled at him like this.

The saddest thing is not that there is a father who doesn't like to laugh. The saddest thing is that his father loves to laugh, but he doesn't like to laugh at him.

Ling Shuang heard her father shaking the little boy's white ankles, "Ale, father is tired, let's take a rest, shall we?"

But the child acted coquettishly without being satisfied, and said vaguely: "No... I want, Hu... Butterfly."

The soft little finger pointed to the butterfly flying in mid-air, but the father turned his head dotingly, kissed the boy's soft calf, and said, "Okay, then father will accompany you to catch the butterfly for a while."

Is this person really his father?

Ling Shuang had doubts for the first time.

Obviously, every time his father stayed with him for a while and would leave, Ling Shuang also begged several times, "Father, please spend more time with me!"

But my father said very seriously: "I am busy with business today, and I will come back tomorrow."

It's just the tomorrow that my father said, and I never know which tomorrow it is. It is a luxury for Ling Shuang to see his father for five days. How dare he look forward to any tomorrow?
It turned out that the father would also agree sometimes, and it turned out that the father would spoil a child in this way, but the child was not him.

Ling Shuang stood there watching the butterfly for a long time while his father carried Ling Yunle on his back.

That night, Ling Shuang lay on the couch tossing and turning unable to sleep, her mind was full of images of her father and Ling Yun being happy together.

So, one night three days later, he finally couldn't hold back and found Ling Yunle's place.

The place where Ling Yunle lives is guarded by a lot of people, Ling Shuang observed outside for a long time before finding an opportunity to take advantage of.

Immersed in Ling Yunle's bedroom, Ling Shuang saw the little child lying on the couch.

The quilt was half covered, probably because it was too hot in the hot summer, and children always liked to kick the quilt.

Ling Shuang sat in front of the couch, looking at the little boy who was sleeping on the couch, and he just looked at it.

Jealousy and envy welled up in my heart.

His hand slowly stretched out towards Ling Yunle, and finally landed gently on Ling Yunle's small shoulder.

Ling Shuang covered him with the quilt, and his eyes were a little moist.

He comforted himself, because his younger brother was younger than him, so it was right for him to be loved by his father, after all, such a young child should be loved.

If his father had found him earlier, when he was so young, his father would have treated him the same way.

Ling Shuang sniffed and patted Ling Yunle's back lightly.

Perhaps it was because he found out that he still had a younger brother. Ling Shuang was always happy in his heart. After all, this person was also his close relative. More importantly, his younger brother was really cute and he liked it very much.

(End of this chapter)