Dark Beast Summoner MTL - 1355. Chapter 1355

The portrait hung in front of Long Moshen and Wushuang.

The man in the painting is riding on the back of a white tiger, with black and white lines and giant snow-white wings on the back.

The man was wearing a silver armor, tall and handsome, but his whole body showed a coldness, especially his eyes, as if looking directly at the heart, and indifferent and ruthless.

This made Wushuang suddenly remembered the name of this palace-Ruthless Palace.

It seems to match the temperament of this person.

He was holding a dark green long sword in his left hand, the sword body dripping with blood.

Long Mo stared at the man in the portrait closely, his brows frowned.

Wushuang suddenly said:

“Uncle Emperor, will the drop of blood you fused in the Vermillion Bird Immortal Territory be the man’s divine blood? The armor on his body is exactly the same as yours! If this is the case, maybe this man is the real master of Yubanzhi, or Said it was the last master!”

The reason why I didn’t think that the previous God was this person was because when I saw the body of the God, the blood in his body did not fluctuate, indicating that the blood of the God was not from the God, but someone else.

The corpse of the god has been jadeized, and it is not visible, but the height is a little shorter than this person, so it can be determined that it is not the same person.

“It’s him.”

Long Mo squinted his eyes deeply, his voice was low.

He reached for the portrait.

Wushuang looked along the place of his fingers. It was the position of the man’s right hand. Half of it was hidden by Baihu’s head, but the shape of a ring could be vaguely seen, which was a little fuzzy.

Look carefully with the divine sense, and then you can be sure that it is the jade pull finger.

“Really!”

Wushuang was very surprised, but she really guessed it right.

The former owner of Yubanzhi was actually the man in the portrait.

But whether the drop of blood that the emperor uncle merged was his own, it is still impossible to draw a conclusion.

“This person is riding on the white tiger, the beast, he is domineering, looks very cold and arrogant, but also very powerful, he must have a very high status in the immortal world!”

Wushuang said, the emperor’s uncle can be much stronger with a drop of his divine blood, and this person must be extremely powerful.

But she didn’t think about the reincarnation of the emperor’s uncle, because they had been reincarnated once, and the man in the portrait looked like a cold-blooded person without emotion.

His eyes were too cold and arrogant, a little frightening, as if everything in the world was not worth his glance, and there was nothing.

Uncle Huang is not such a person.

Although he was a little cold when they first met, he had never looked like that before.

Moreover, when the emperor uncle faced her at that time, he always deliberately kept his face cold, and his heart was hot.

“Don’t worry about him, let’s keep the portrait here.”

Long Mo said faintly, and with a wave of his hand, the portrait was rolled up and thrown into the treasure pile.

Then he looked at Wushuang and said:

“Shuang’er, you first go out and play, and you will recognize the space for your husband here.”

“Okay, then I won’t bother the emperor. I’ll talk to the little palace ladies outside. Although they are puppets, they are all very interesting.”

Wushuang nodded, waved, and walked out in a relaxed manner.

When she arrived at the door, she suddenly turned her head and smiled: “Uncle Emperor is not allowed to hide anything from me!”

Long Moshen smiled at her, a handsome smile.

“Relax, Shuang’er.”

The language is so soft that it’s not plausible.

Wushuang smiled and turned to leave, and closed the door intimately for him.

The door gradually closed, and Long Moshen’s handsome smiling face was covered by the shadow of the door.

The smile faded away, and he frowned, and walked to the bookshelf, where the painting was hanging in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and drew a long sword from behind the bookshelf.

The sword body is dark green, and the tentacles are cold.

If he hadn’t felt the call of the sword as soon as he came in, he would have not noticed, there would be a sword hidden behind the bookshelf.

He didn’t know why he had to split the pair.

Maybe he had a feeling in the dark that the person in the portrait should be him before he was reincarnated in the immortal world.

Perhaps it was because the sword was too powerful, and it was stained with a lot of negative auras, which caused his emotions to fluctuate.

Before he was uncertain, he didn’t want to tell Shuang’er about it.

If not, it’s best, he doesn’t want to have anything to do with the past.

If it is, then he will first reduce all influence to a minimum, so that Shuang’er will not see other people’s shadows on him.

He is too possessive towards Shuang’er. Even in his previous life, he doesn’t want to influence him, he doesn’t want to be another person.

The sword in his hand was shaking and agitated, and a steady stream of evil aura and negative aura penetrated into his body like a wolf through his hand.

Long Mo’s complexion remained unchanged, calm as usual, holding the hilt of the sword fiercely, dissolving various auras.

The dark green long sword finally succumbed, no longer showing coldness, no longer showing all kinds of aura, like an ordinary sword, the light of that moment dimmed.

But Long Moshen knew that this sword would not be so easy to succumb. It was like its owner, unruly, arrogant, and full of evil spirits, pulling himself into the merciless abyss! Change your emotions!

“You have to know, now it is you who beg me to use you, not me to beg you! I can use you for the rest of my life, or ruin you, don’t try to challenge my bottom line!”

Long Moshen looked at the dark green sword with cold eyes, and said coldly.

The long sword shook, as if he understood what he was saying.

Long Mo deeply stared at the three characters “God Sword” engraved on the sword, and coldly threw it into the storage ring.

He didn’t want this sword, but it was more inappropriate to keep this sword here. This sword was not an ordinary sword. It had a sword spirit and a self-consciousness. Only if he held it himself could he be relieved.

…

When Wushuang was chatting with the little palace lady, she suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet, and the palace lady also stopped for a while, and then the palace ladies knelt down:

“Welcome the new owner!”

The maids said respectfully.

Wushuang turned her head and saw the emperor’s uncle approaching, she greeted her and said with a smile:

“Congratulations to the emperor! You succeeded in acknowledging the lord! Haha, you can take the Dao tea at will, I want to take it back to make tea!”

Suddenly, Long Moshen hugged her, buried her head on his chest, and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

Wushuang’s brows frowned, as if he felt a strange breath, and when she was checking it, she couldn’t feel anything, it seemed like an illusion.

“Uncle Emperor, are you ashamed, so many little palace ladies are watching!”

Wushuang pushed gently.

“They are puppets.”

The implication is that it’s okay to be seen by them.

However, Long Moshen kissed her on the forehead and then let go of her without any gaffe.

“Let’s go out.”

Wushuang said with a smile, without asking much.