Chapter 2035: The Undead (3)

"See my king!"
The deafening snoring echoed over the playing field, and all the undeads showed the most sincere gesture.
The ancestors of the undead!
Mourning abyss without any objection to the control!
Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the ancestors of the undead.
The iconic gray skin of the undead, the resolute and handsome facial features are particularly chilly, and Shen Yanxiao has seen many beautiful faces, but he has never seen any face that can have the cold atmosphere of the undead ancestors.
He just stood faceless in front of the undead, but like the ice that was deeply buried in the seabed swept the earth.
The coldness of repairing is like an iceberg that has never been seen for a long time. It is awesome and does not dare to approach.
The ancestors of the undead are like the coldest wind in the cold winter, with a creepy breath, almost morbidly beautiful face, the eyes without a trace of emotion, like the sickle's sickle, gently swept, Can erase the human soul.
From the beauty of death.
The years did not leave any traces on the face of the undead ancestors. If it wasn’t for Shen Yanxiao, the undead overlord had existed tens of thousands of years ago, only that she would treat him as the brother of the night.
The face with a similarity to the night of the night has a domineering power that the night can't match.
There is no trace of emotion, no fluctuations, like a cold machine.
The ancestors of the undead slowly moved toward the main grandstand. On the main stand, the night had long waited for a long time. At the moment when the ancestors of the undead landed, they were kneeling on one knee, devout and fearful: "Father."
The ancestors of the undead did not stay in the half of the night, he was seated, and his eyes looked cold to the playing field.
After a few nights, the night stood up and stood respectfully behind the ancestors of the undead. If you don't know that the night is the son of the undead, I am afraid that no one will believe it. This is a mode of getting along with the father and the son.
Indifference, there is no trace of communication.
"The competition arrangements for the top eight are all ready, please ask the father to check." Midnight will arrange the prepared game and hand it to the hands of the undead ancestors.
The ancestors of the undead only glanced at me faintly, and did not speak a word.
Midnight is like the attitude that has become accustomed to his father. He turned to the front step and stood in front of the main stand. He said: "The quarter-finals, officially started, the first group of teams will enter as soon as possible."
The undead teenagers who are kneeling below, this is the nervous action.
At the end of the day, the ancestors of the undead did not say a word. His slender legs overlapped, leaning against the back of the chair, holding the chin with one hand, and staring at everything in the field with the cold eyes of the pair.
"This is the ancestor of the undead?" He used the spiritual link to talk to Shen Yanxiao. As the Dark Warcraft, he is very sensitive to the death of the undead ancestors. This powerful force is almost the same as the Dragon God. , but also stronger than the current dragon god.
"Yeah." Shen Yanxiao's mood is somewhat fluctuating. She once imagined the appearance of the ancestors of the undead, but none of them overlapped with the ancestors of the undead.
The true ancestors of the undead always gave Shen Yanxiao an illusion, as if she had seen the initial repairs, indifference to the emptiness, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, including his own son.
At the time of the first encounter with the repair, the repair is also like this, indifferent to ruthless.