Chapter 2034

"See my king!"

The deafening roar reverberated over the field, and all the dead made their most devout gesture.

The father of the dead!

Howl the abyss without any objection to the controller!

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

Shen Yanxiao has seen many beautiful faces, but he has never seen a face with such cold breath as the ancestor of the dead.

He just stood in front of the dead without expression, but it was like sweeping the earth with the deep ice.

The cold of repair is like an iceberg that will not change for thousands of years. It is awe inspiring and dare not approach.

The cooling of the ancestor of the dead is like the most biting cold wind in the cold winter, with a chilling smell, almost on the face of morbid beauty, those eyes without a trace of emotion, like the sickle of death, can erase the soul of people with a gentle sweep.

From the beauty of death.

Years have not left any trace on the face of the ancestor of the dead. If Shen Yanxiao didn't know that the overlord of the dead had existed tens of thousands of years ago, she was afraid that she would regard him as the elder brother of the dead night.

The face is similar to that of Ming night, but it has the king's domineering power that Ming night can't match.

There is no emotion and no fluctuation, just like a cold machine.

The ancestor of the dead slowly walked to the main stand. On the main stand, MINGYE had been waiting for a long time. At the moment when the ancestor of the dead landed, MINGYE knelt down on one knee, revered and awed: "father king."

The vision of the ancestor of the dead didn't stay for half a minute. He sat down smartly and looked coldly at the match ground.

After a while, MINGYE stood up and stood respectfully behind the ancestor of the dead. If he didn't know that MINGYE was the son of the ancestor of the dead, he would not believe it. This is a father son relationship.

Apathy, no communication.

"The competition arrangement of the last eight is all ready. Please check with my father." In the night of the dead, the prepared competition arrangement is handed to the ancestor of the dead.

The ancestor of the dead just glanced at it lightly and didn't say a word.

However, Ming Ye seems to have been used to his father's attitude. He turns to take a step forward and stands in front of the main viewing platform, saying loudly: "the eighth finals, officially started, the first group of teams will enter as soon as possible."

Froze in the lower dead youth, this just nervous action.

From the beginning to the end, the ancestor of the dead never said a word. His long legs overlapped, he leaned on the back of the chair, supported his chin with one hand, and watched everything in the field with his cold eyes.

"This is the ancestor of the dead?" Taotie uses spiritual link to talk with Shen Yanxiao. As a dark Warcraft, he is very sensitive to the death in the body of the ancestor of the dead. This powerful force is just like the Dragon God, even better than the Dragon God now.

"Well." Shen Yanxiao's mood fluctuated. She had imagined all kinds of forms of the ancestor of the dead, but none of them could overlap with the ancestor of the dead in front of her.

The real ancestor of the dead always gives Shen Yanxiao a kind of illusion, as if she saw the initial practice, indifferent to everything, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him, including his own son.

When I met Xiu at first, Xiu was also so indifferent and merciless.