"Holy Son of the Bone, Holy Son of the Dead let you go there." Xue Fuwu coughed lightly, and said standing outside the door.
But Minggu seemed to have not heard the sound of blood floating at all, and lowered his head to wipe the utensils in his hands.
Xuefu said it twice more, but he still didn't get a response from Minggu, he sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to turn back and return to his life.
"Sacred Son of Ming Death, Holy Son of Ming Bone..." Xue Fu stood in front of Ming Zhan, and before he finished speaking, Ming Zhan knew the result when he saw him coming alone.
There was no expression on Ming Zhan's face, he just looked at the file in his hand and said perfunctorily, "Bring him here."
Xuefu was a bit dumbfounded, but he thought about it.
But now Minggu is almost crazy to the point where his relatives do not recognize him. If he is forced to come here, Minggu will kill him directly.
"Son of Death, why don't you go and see the Son of Bone?" Xue Fu said.
They are obviously twins, but now Mingde and Minggu are in the same situation.
It was only because Ming Zhan ignored Ming Gu's wishes and locked him up forcibly, not allowing him to stop the Holy Master from leaving.
From then on, Ming Gu never wanted to meet Ming Death again.
It's nothing more than the conflict between the two holy sons. I feel sorry for the other undead in the Shadow Temple. Facing the madman's ghost bone, the bones and sticks on my body have to be tense to prevent myself from accidentally touching the ghost bone's brow and dying. There is no dross left.
Ming Zhan raised his head, his black pupils swept across Xuefu's body emotionlessly.
Xuefu smiled wryly and said: "Son of Ming Gu misses the Holy Master, although you told us not to interfere with the actions of the Holy Master, Holy Son of Ming Gu, but it is not an option for Holy Son of Ming Gu to go on like this. His whereabouts, even if there is a place, let the Holy Son of Minggu know, and he can calm down a little."
What Minggu is afraid of is that the Shadow Lord will leave without saying goodbye again like ten thousand years ago.
One walk is the number of ten thousand years.
"No." Ming Xing suddenly said.
Xue Fu sighed in his heart, glanced at the expressionless Ming Zhan, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.
Say it like you don't want to.
So introverted, be careful to suffocate yourself to death someday.
Xuefu once accidentally saw Mingde staring at the portrait of the Lord of Shadows for a whole night without moving.
Round miss, this one is probably no less than the crazy one.
Just when Xuefu was thinking about how to bring these two incompatible sons together, an elder from the Shadow Temple walked over quickly, and his movements were so large that the bones of his whole body cracked. click.
"Sacred Son of the Underworld, Holy Master, she is back!" The elder said in surprise.
Xuefu was stunned for a moment, before he could open his mouth in the future, he saw a whirlwind blowing past him rapidly, and when he looked back, there was no trace of Ming Death
"..."
How about calm and composed
Ming Zhan quickly came to the main hall of the Temple of Shadows, and as far as the eyes could see, it was the shadow imprinted in the soul.
In those black pupils that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, there is a faint trace of joy that is not easy to detect.
Standing in the hall, Ye Qingtang raised her eyes and saw Ming Zhan appearing in front of her eyes.
She's... back...
Ye Qingtang sighed helplessly in her heart. She never thought that she would return to the Shadow Temple on her own initiative.
However, since she is back, she has nothing to worry about.
With a familiar smile on the corner of her lips, Ye Qingtang looked at Ming Zhan and said, "Did you ever miss me?"