As the imperial capital of the Blue Empire.

This magnificent city was not filled with tall buildings, retaining part of the style of the founding of the People's Republic of China two thousand years ago.

The old imperial city was condensed with the forbidden spell magic, and the ice castle burning in the fire, and the transparent barrier covered the Wanli Dome. Under the barrier was the divine pillar of the sky.

Ye Mingyu walked around the corner and got rid of the people chasing him.

In the deep alley, he held the wall and wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead.

It seems that using oracles to get rid of training is not a very good idea.

He regretted it a little.

But now that things have come to this point, I can only take one step at a time.

When the search sounds nearby gradually faded, Ye Mingyu breathed out and walked out of the alley. What caught his eye was the luxurious scenery of the imperial capital.

"It's really a virtue two thousand years ago."

Ye Mingyu murmured.

The memories of the past are like rain, seeping into the gaps in the roof little by little.

If he can, he really doesn't want to go back to this place.

Two thousand years ago, in Ye Mingyu's previous life, he personally assisted the Chief Saint and created the glory of this dynasty.

The background at that time was a mess.

In the suburbs a hundred miles away, there are no extended rails or endless fields, only a gate to the underworld.

Abomination, Bone Dragon, Lich, Skeleton, Zombie...

With the imperial capital as the center, the radius of thousands of miles is their territory.

It was not until the appearance of the Chief Saint, which changed all this.

The battle of Liaoyuan burned for nine years. In addition to burning the dead, it also burned the saint from his youth at the age of seventeen to twenty-six.

The day before the 26th birthday of the Chief Saint.

The battle of dusk begins.

In the glorious palace, under the steps of the throne.

Before going to war, the saint was wearing light armor and holding a battle flag. The iron-blooded flagpole turned in his hand. The flag fluttered in the wind and danced a heroic and magnificent song.

Ye Mingyu stood beside the throne.

After the dance, the chief saint asked him if I was good-looking?

Ye Mingyu said it was good.

The saint smiled and ordered the good things to say to me for the rest of my life.

Ye Mingyu did not answer.

pity.

After the war, there was no chance of answering the graves apart.

......

By the way, don't get me wrong.

It was not the Chief Saint who died, but Ye Mingyu.

During the Battle of Twilight.

Ye Mingyu died heroically and was executed gloriously.

Therefore, the sculpture of the Nameless Lord was respected by the Canglan Empire.

Otherwise, how could it appear in the high school entrance examination papers and become a landmark building in the central squares of each city?

And don’t think too much between Ye Mingyu and the Chief Saint, it’s just a pure physical relationship.

During war times, it is inevitable that there is great pressure.

Ye Mingyu is also a normal adult man. Sometimes he has some desires and needs to find someone to solve it.

Unfortunately, the Chief Saint has died.

Human beings have lived for only two thousand years, and now they are in power.

After two thousand years of reincarnation, he came to the imperial capital again, and all the past had long been broken with him.

Even if you want to find someone to solve your desire, you may be powerless.

As for Beiyao maple leaves...

Forget it, the relationship is too familiar and difficult to start.

Besides, Ye Mingyu still thinks that the Sunbird is his good brother, and no matter how cute he is after his reincarnation, he will never get even more stone.

Thinking of this, Ye Mingyu's cell phone ringing.

When it was connected, the sound of Beiyao maple leaves came from the opposite side.

"Mingyu Where are you?"

"There is a Huangcheng Shopping Mall near Xianglu Town, Xianglu Town, I'm waiting for you at the door. Are Yeyezi and you?"

"I'm here, I've returned to the station. Now Yeyezi is by my side. Wait for a moment, I'll go find you right away."

The phone hangs up, leaving only the beeping busy tone.

Ye Mingyu walked across the street and planned to go to Huangcheng Shopping Mall opposite.

Waiting for the traffic light halfway.

As a good young man, abiding by laws and regulations is a code of conduct.

While waiting, Ye Mingyu noticed a Sadako-like guy standing beside him, with long hair disguised and looking very depressed.

In fact, although this guy looks strange, it won't attract his attention.

The key is...

Ye Mingyu could tell at a glance that this guy is not a human!

It is a monster of the undead race.

It just looks a little weak.

"How are you doing? You look uncomfortable. Do you need help?" Ye Mingyu asked with concern.

......

As an outstanding agent of the Undead Clan, a core member of the Deaf Group.

What Wu Xiaoye is best at is disguise!

He seemed to be born to know how to deceive people and cunning. With the help of the four evil magic "Makeup Techniques", he sneaked into the human race more than once to steal secrets.

Now, at this traffic light intersection.

He was holding a big box in his hand and quietly waited for his connector.

But the current situation is very critical!

He underestimated the sacred power of the imperial capital barrier. Even with magic props to protect him, Wu Xiaoye felt extremely weak.

He was almost unable to hold on.

The things in the box cannot be missed, but the connector has not yet appeared!

There was only a coldness in Wu Xiaoye's life case. This time... something might really happen.

Just then!

God pays off on those who are determined!

Wu Xiaoyao heard the street code:

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

move!

Although the undead will not shed tears, Wu Xiaoyao knew that his painstaking waiting was not in vain!

This magical weapon that concerns the future of the undead and can destroy the Blue Empire will be delivered to the monarch!

"Take it well and don't throw it away. You swear to keep it with your life."

Wu Xiaoye looked at the Joiner and said in a deep voice.

Although the other party looked like a hateful human, he knew very well that this was just the ultimate in makeup.

His Joiner is a famous senior in the Deaf Group.

The methods cannot be the same as those of a small agent like me.

Hear your own words.
To be continued...