Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

How to wear Chapter 1230? (1)

"Auntie, aunt... I am wrong, I listen to you, listen to you... You have to keep him a life, just leave him a life, I will listen to you, as long as you don't go..."

Looking at the little baby girl sticking to her lap, Ye Qingying’s heart was secretly relieved. She was just a temptation, and she wanted to find an excuse to leave the Shadow Temple.

But don't want to...

The sacred sacred son of this rumor is actually attached to the Lord...

"Come on, throw this bug into me in the dungeon." The little baby turned her head and ordered.

Ye Qingyi was unable to go anywhere at this moment and could only temporarily stabilize.

"Auntie, don't be angry, you haven't come back for so long, you must be tired, you are going to rest." The little milk baby is like a fear of Ye Qingyi to go, a cautious opening.

Although Ye Qing’s face is expressionless, her heart is already exhausted.

God knows how to collapse in the shadow temple that once commanded the central mainland.

At the moment, Ye Qingyi nodded.

The little milk baby saw Ye Qingying should be down, and this slowly loosened his hand.

Ye Qingying’s hand will be hit by a little white tiger like a baby.

The little milk baby saw that the little white tiger occupied the arms of Ye Qingying, and his eyes instantly turned into murderous.

Xiaobaihu stared at him for a while.

Knocking Li Niang, this little devil's eyes are so scary.

"The priest is sent to the Lord to rest, and the house of the Lord is cleaned every day, waiting for the return of the Lord." Blood floating.

Ye Qingyi nodded, and immediately led by the **** float, went to the dormitory.

Ye Qingyi walked away, and a small baby with a cautious face immediately changed his appearance and turned to look at all the undead in the hall. His face was dark and hot.

"This time the aunt came back, if I let me know, who made her unhappy..."

In the hands of the little milk baby, a black flame was ignited, and as he received the five fingers, the black smoke instantly burst.

A group of undead ones stunned and nodded.

The Holy Lord is a symbol of the supreme temple of the Shadow, but if it is fearful, it is the sorrowful and murderous Son.

Ye Qingyu soon came to the hall of the Lord's house and had walked into the dormitory. Ye Qingyu returned to the normal human settlement.

Among the sleeping halls, there was a bright, brightly lit, pure white piece that was very neat, and the whole feeling was incompatible with the darkness of the Shadow Temple.

On one wall of the sleeping hall, there is a picture of a picture, but above the portrait, there are people who are similar and different.

From skinny to fullness, the appearance of the person on the portrait has been slowly changing, from ugly and eccentric, to beautiful and beautiful, to the last pair, completely changed to Ye Qingyi exactly the same.

"This is probably the appearance of the Shadow Lord who never dies, a little change into a portrait of a person..." Ye Qingyi relaxed a little at this moment.

"Knocking Li Niang, this shadow temple is really horrible. You didn't see the little devil finally look at my eyes. It seems like I want to swallow my life. I think we still have to find a chance to leave this place as soon as possible, in case of your identity. Exposure, we can all be here." Xiaobaihu jumped out of Ye Qingying's arms.

Not to mention the protection of the temple and the strength of the elders, the light is the sacred son of the sun, its strength, I am afraid that it must be the realm of Tian Yan.

(End of this chapter)