Ye Qingtang looked at the blood-stained little baby in front of her, and was completely stunned for a moment.
In a trance, she couldn't help thinking of the legend about the Temple of Shadows that she had heard in her previous life.
According to the rumors, during the peak period of the Shadow Temple, not only did the Holy Master sit in command, but under the Holy Lord, there was also a mutated undead race whose power was not inferior to that of the Holy Lord, who was the Holy Son of the Shadow Temple.
If she guessed correctly, the blood-stained baby in front of her might be the legendary mutated undead, the Son of the Temple of Shadows.
"A Yao? Why are you so cruel, leaving me behind and disappearing for so many years." The little milk baby didn't see Ye Qingtang's response for a long time, her delicate face was full of grievances, as if she was about to cry in a second came out the same.
Ye Qingtang looked at the little milk baby in front of her, really wanting to cry without tears.
According to the rumors, this holy son is temperamental and extremely bloodthirsty, and because of his mutated identity as an undead, he can never grow up, and can only look like a child like this, but the name of ferociousness is overshadowed. Killed any undead.
Ye Qingtang didn't dare to let this bloodthirsty little guy discover his identity as a fake, so he could only pretend to be troubled and kept silent.
The little milk boy couldn't get Ye Qingtang's response, his immature face suddenly turned aside, and a distorted murderous aura spread from his face in an instant, he turned his head abruptly, and looked into the hall The many undead said:
"It must be that despicable bedbug that defiled Ah Yao's Nine Soul Ring and made Ah Yao unhappy. Where is that human race?"
Many undead tribes trembled under the cold gaze of the little milk boy, and hurriedly carried the man with the goatee caught earlier into the hall.
Seeing that the criminal had been captured, the little milk boy turned his head to look at Ye Qingtang, but the moment he turned his head, the cold killing intent on his face turned into grievance and anxiety in an instant.
"A Yao, don't be angry, it's all my fault, I didn't protect your things, don't worry, I'll kill this bug that defiled your Nine Soul Ring."
Before Ye Qingtang could speak, the figure of the little baby boy suddenly turned into a black wind and rushed towards the man with the goatee.
The man with the goatee saw the fangs protruding from the mouth of the little milk boy, his face turned pale instantly, and he said in surprise: "Holy Son, please forgive me, I didn't intend to tarnish the holy lord's magic weapon, I just admire the holy lord too much... "
"Just because you, a despicable bedbug, are worthy of admiration for A Yao?" The little milk boy suddenly stretched out his blood-stained little hand, and in an instant, that hand turned into a thick white bone, which was directly clasped on the goatee on the man's head.
"I won't let you die so easily if you have defiled A Yao. I will engrave your name on the Nightmare Stone so that you will never be reincarnated."
There was a flash of red light in the little milk boy's eyes, and he looked straight into the eyes of the man with the goatee.
For a moment, the man with the goatee seemed to be frozen, sitting motionless on the ground, his eyes were blank and unfocused.
"Tell me your name." The little milk boy said coldly.
"Mu... Mo Shi..." the man with the goatee said blankly.
However, just as the man with the goatee opened his mouth, something strange flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes.
He is Mo Shi
In her previous life, when Ye Qingtang was in the Central Continent, she had heard about Mo Shi's name. Mo Shi was the Eternal Dynasty, a mentor in the Eternal Academy. He was doing nothing and was never noticed by others, but...