The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2035: The ancestor of the dead (3)

"Meet my King!"

The deafening roar echoed over the playing field, and all the undead took the most pious gesture.

The ancestor of the undead!

The mourning abyss has no dissenting controller!

Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the ancestor of the undead.

The iconic gray skin of the undead, the firm and firm facial features are extraordinarily cold, Shen Yanxiao has seen many beautiful faces, but never seen any face that can have the ancestor of the undead. Aura.

He just stood in front of the undead without expression, but swept across the earth with ice buried deep in the ocean floor.

The coldness of the repair is like an iceberg that will not change for thousands of years.

The cooling of the ancestors of the undead is like the most bitter cold wind in the winter, with a creepy Aura, almost a pathologically beautiful face, those eyes without a trace of emotion, like the sickle of death, gently A sweep can wipe out the soul of a person.

From the beauty of death.

The years have not left any traces on the face of the ancestor of the undead. If it wasn't for Shen Yanxiao, the undead overlord had already existence from tens of thousands of years ago, I'm afraid she would consider him the elder brother of the night.

The face that has five points similar to that of Ming Ye, but has the domineering king that Ming Ye cannot reach.

There is no trace of emotions or fluctuations, just like a cold machine.

The ancestor of the undead slowly walked towards the main stand. Above the main stand, Ming Ye had been waiting for a long time. At the moment when the ancestor of the dead had landed, Ming Ye was kneeling on one knee.

The eyes of the ancestors of the undead did not stay on the night for half a minute. He settled down chicly and looked at the playing field coldly.

Ming Ye got up a moment later, standing respectfully behind the ancestor of the undead. If you did n’t know that the night of the undead ancestor, I ’m afraid no one would believe it. This is a father-son relationship. mode.

Indifferent, no trace of communication.

"All already arrangements for the quarterfinals are ready, please check with your father." Ming Ye passed the already prepared match arrangements to the hands of the ancestors of the undead.

The ancestor of the undead only glanced lightly without saying a word.

Nighty night is like already used to his father ’s attitude. Instead, he took a step forward and stood in front of the main stand. He said loudly: "The quarterfinals, officially started, the first group of teams will join as soon as possible. Field. "

The undead boys slumped below, and then acted nervously.

From beginning to end, the ancestor of the undead did not say a word, his long legs crossed, leaning on the back of the chair, supporting his chin with one hand, and staring at the field with his cold eyes. everything of.

"This is the ancestor of the undead?" Tao Tie uses spiritual links to talk to Shen Yanxiao. As a Dark Warcraft, he is very sensitive to the Death Qi in the body of the ancestor of the undead. This powerful force is almost the same as the dragon god. Even stronger than the current dragon god.

"Um." Shen Yanxiao's mood fluctuated a little. She had imagined the appearances of the ancestors of the undead, but none of them could overlap with the ancestors of the undead before her.

The true ancestor of the undead always gives Shen Yanxiao an illusion, as if she saw the initial cultivation, indifferent to everything, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with him, including his own son.

When Xiu was first met, Xiu was also the same, indifferent to ruthless.