"A Yao, Ah Yao... I was wrong, I listened to you, I listened to you... If you want to save his life, let him live, I will obey you in everything, as long as you don't leave..."
Looking at the little milk baby stuck to her thigh, Ye Qingtang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was just trying to find an excuse to leave the Shadow Temple.
but don't want to...
The murderous Holy Son in the rumors is actually so attached to the Holy Master...
"Come on, throw this bug into the dungeon for me." The little milkman turned his head and ordered.
Ye Qingtang couldn't leave even if she wanted to, so she could only stabilize temporarily.
"A Yao, don't be angry. You must be tired after not coming back for so long. Go and rest." The little milk boy said cautiously, as if she was afraid that Ye Qingtang would leave again.
Although Ye Qingtang had no expression on her face, she was exhausted in her heart.
God knows, what a mental breakdown it would be to put on airs in this shadow temple that once ruled the Central Continent.
At that moment, Ye Qingtang nodded.
Seeing Ye Qingtang respond, the little milk boy slowly let go of her hand.
Ye Qingtang reached out and carried the little white tiger who had been knocked aside into her arms.
Seeing the little white tiger occupying Ye Qingtang's arms, the little baby boy's eyes instantly turned murderous.
The little white tiger stared at him for a while.
Knock Li Niang, this kid's eyes are so frightening.
"The subordinate sent the Holy Master to rest. The Holy Master's bedroom is cleaned every day, just waiting for the Holy Master to return." Xue Fu said.
Ye Qingtang nodded, and then, led by Xuefu, walked to the bedroom.
As soon as Ye Qingtang left, the cautious little milk baby immediately changed his appearance and turned to look at all the undead in the hall with a gloomy and ruthless expression.
"This time when Ah Yao comes back, if I know, who offends her..."
A cluster of black flames suddenly ignited in the little milkman's hand, and as he retracted his five fingers, the black smoke exploded instantly.
All the undead races were silent and nodded repeatedly.
The Holy Lord is the supreme symbol of the Temple of Shadows, but if it is said to be frightening, it is probably the moody and murderous Holy Son.
Ye Qingtang soon came to the Holy Master's dormitory, and after entering the dormitory, Ye Qingtang returned to a normal human group residence in a daze.
In the sleeping hall, it was bright and brightly lit, and the pure white was very clean, and the whole feeling was incompatible with the dark place of the Shadow Temple.
On one wall of the sleeping hall, there are portraits hanging one after another, and above the portraits are people who are similar but different.
From skinny to plump, the appearance of the person in the portrait has been slowly changing, from ugly and weird to beautiful and gorgeous, and in the last one, it is exactly the same as Ye Qingtang.
"This is probably the portrait of the shadow lord from the undead, who has gradually changed into a human..." Ye Qingtang relaxed a little at this moment.
"Ki Li Niang, this Shadow Temple is really terrifying. Didn't you see the last look that kid looked at me, as if he was going to swallow me alive, I think we still have to find a chance to leave this place as soon as possible, in case your identity If you expose it, we will explain everything here." The little white tiger jumped out of Ye Qingtang's arms.
Not to mention the strength of the guardians and elders in the Temple of Shadows, the strength of the uncertain holy son alone must be at the level of the Great Lord Tianyan.