Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 1235 Questioning (3)

The Meizu's clan is a slender man. His appearance is very handsome, but he is somewhat feminine. He secretly looks at Ye Qingyi, whispering: "The Lord has disappeared for a long time, no one knows who she is. Why did it disappear, and where did you go during this time? Before I heard the words of the Lord, they were half-way, and I felt a little weird."

"Is it impossible? This holy Lord is a fake?" The Roruan tribe is king.

"I don't know, but if you want to come to hell, you should also doubt her identity. This will be the ceremony. We can have a look." The Meizu king smiled softly, and his eyes flashed a sharp color.

"If it is a fake, it is mortal." The Raksha ethnic group sneered.

At this moment, when Ye Qingyi had just stepped into the dark temple, she vaguely felt that things were a little weird, and the sense of unclearness in her heart increased.

She worked hard to maintain the calmness of the surface, and her eyes swept over the faces of the many undead who were present.

Among the many undead, Ye Qingying saw several powerful figures, and their faces were extremely strange.

Their physique is obviously different from the Yi people who have seen before.

Ye Qingyu heard about some things about undead in the past, and naturally knows that there are many races in the undead. Looking at the atmosphere and the atmosphere of the undead, it is very likely that it is in the legend, within the undead. King of the family.

In addition to the several kings, Ye Qingyi saw two identical little guys standing in front of her eyes.

Although it is generally the same, but the momentum of the two little dolls is completely different.

Ye Qing’s heart was slightly stunned.

"Auntie..." When I saw Ye Qingyi, I opened my hand and asked for a hug.

But before I took a step, I was stunned by the expressionless sorrow.

The sorrow lifted his eyes slightly, and the black scorpion, who was not shocked, looked straight at Ye Qing’s eyes in front of him, and his slightly sharp eyes were clearly revealed.

Ye Qingying’s face is flawless and straightforward.

The heart is full of surprises. Looking at the movements of the dead and the bones, it is obvious that the momentum has already suppressed the bones, and looking at the entire shadow temple, can have such an imposing manner, and can also be the bones of the saint I am afraid that there are not many moves.

Again...

These two children are exactly the same...

There are few twins in the undead. If they appear, they must be mutated.

Among the rumors, the Holy Son of the Shadow Temple is a rare variant of the Undead.

It’s just that the twins of the undead are born, and they can only survive one in the end, so people take it for granted that another child has already died.

But now...

Ye Qingxuan feels that the rumors in the world are only wrong.

This child, who is exactly the same as the bones, is afraid of being the brother of the bones...

Of course...

Although they are brothers, the feelings of these two children are quite different.

"We have seen the Lord." Several kings came forward at this moment and gave a slight gift to Ye Qingyi.

Ye Qingyi nodded slightly, but her heart was alert.

At the moment, the death of the side is cold, and the voice is open:

"Please ask the Lord to smash the tower."

蹬塔?

Ye Qingying’s heart glimpsed, and the corner of his eye swept over the ground of a horse in Pingchuan.

Ye Qingzhen did nothing, and all the eyes of the undead who were present were staring at her.

(End of this chapter)