Chapter 1227： Son (1) (1/2)

Chapter 1227 The Son (1)

At this moment, the five undead in front of Ye Qingying are different in appearance, or purely awkward, or half-bone and half-baked like a broken body, or... the same as the ordinary human race, except that Their bodies are filled with a faint madness.

”The Lord is finally back.” A shackled frame with a golden robe, his voice trembled and his head turned, and the black-eyed eye socket looked straight at Ye Qingyi.

Ye Qingxuan did not know what the identity of the five undead people in front of him was. He could only make a decisive nod.

”Get up.”

Immediately, the five undead people got up, and one of the juveniles, the undead, was raising their hands and rubbing the tears that had never been seen before.

”Lord, we have been waiting for you for many years, please go back to the temple.” Several undead respectful openings.

Ye Qingyan looked up at the dark hall, sighed and then went in.

As Ye Qingqi stepped into the temple, it was originally in the darkness of the sanctuary. On the walls on both sides, a cluster of green fires ignited, and the entire hall was illuminated in an instant.

At first glance, among the large palaces, thirty-six black bone pillars propped up the entire temple. On each of the bone pillars, there were numerous snake bones interlaced with countless darkness.

Just above the main hall, a throne built by black gold bones appeared in front of Ye Qingying.

”Please ask the Lord to sit down.”

Within the hall, many undead people looked at Ye Qingyu with the black hole, even though there was no eyeball, but the expectation and eagerness were so obvious.

At the moment, Ye Qingying, under the watchful eyes of many undead, can only set foot on the black bone throne with a hard scalp.

At the moment when Ye Qingxi was seated, all the undead in the hall shook squats, and the teeth continued to make a crisp sound. The voice filled the entire temple, and the endless death quickly The temple spreads out.