Chapter 1910 Enemy (1)

Just as Ye Qingyu thought about it, the blood was floating but the footsteps quickly entered the hall, and his face was very ugly.

"Starting the Lord, the Son, outside the temple, something is troublesome."

"Who?" Ye Qingyu asked.

The blood swayed and shook his head: "I don't know, he bluntly wants to see the Lord."

Ye Qingyi hasn't spoken yet, and the dying on the side will instantly cool down.

"Blood, you are getting more and more rules."

The blood floated a little, and immediately squatted on one knee.

Cold and cold: "Where is the Shadow Temple? Who is such a big face, seeing the Lord is visible?"

The blood floating face is a bit ugly, and it can only be hard to open the scalp. "The strength of that person... is very strong. I can't stop it. It's useless for me. Please ask the Lord to punish!"

If the blood is floating, let Ye Qing’s glimpse slightly.

She knows the strength of blood floating, although it is slightly inferior and infernal and bones, but the strength is placed on the central continent is also top-notch.

But at this moment, blood float actually said these words?

The eyes of the dead have also slightly subsided.

"I have to look at it, who is so courageous." After that, he died directly to Ye Qingyu and turned to the hall.

Ye Qingying looked at the back of the death, but his heart rose inexplicably.

Outside the Shadow Temple, the undead look was tense, staring at the feminine teenager standing not far away.

The boy seems to be at most 13 or four years old. He looks like a half-length, with long black hair and casually scattered behind him. The long black hair sets off his white, morbid face.

The teenager's facial features are extremely feminine, and the white, innocent face, like a red lips with blood, outlines a scornful smile.

"Let your Lord come out, I am not interested in playing with you ants." The young boy raised his chin arrogantly, his hands wrapped around his chest, and his ironic eyes swept over an undead who was present.

At the juvenile's side, countless undead bodies have been fallen.

Even the enchanting ghost Ji, at this moment is a little embarrassed by an elder to help stand up, her shoulders were cut off large, cohesive human form, there are also spider-like cracks.

"What do you count, and we also meet our Lord." Ghost Ji bit his teeth and opened his mouth.

The feminine teenager blinked slightly and his eyes swept away from Ghost Ji. "Don't think that if you call the undead, you can really not die. I am just too lazy to waste time with you. If you dare to make a noise." I will completely destroy your smog."

When the juvenile voice landed, a cluster of blue flames ignited.

The flame didn't have the slightest sensation of heat, but it caused the temperature around it to drop by a point.

Ghost Ji bit his teeth, but he knew that he was not the opponent of this boy.

Just being a half-handed player, she almost died.

The strength of this boy far exceeds the imagination of Ghost.

The strength of Ghost Ji is also counted on the entire Central Continent, but in this young boy's hands, even a single move can't be picked up.

This shame, Ghost Ji has never experienced it.

"A big tone." A cold sound suddenly sounded from the shadow temple.

When Geng Ji heard the voice, his heart was slightly happy.

In the next second, the figure of dying fell in front of Ghost.

"The Son of the Dead." Ghost Ji Dao.

(End of this chapter)