Chapter 1232
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"Ah Yao, Ah Yao … I was wrong. I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you … If you want to spare his life, I'll spare his life. I'll listen to everything you say, as long as you don't leave …"
Ye Qingtang secretly heaved a sigh of relief as she looked at the child clinging to her thighs. She had only been testing him just now to find an excuse to leave the Temple of Shadows.
Who would have thought …
The rumored cruel Holy Son would actually be so attached to the Holy Lord …
"Men, throw this smelly worm into the dungeon." The child turned and ordered.
Ye Qingtang couldn't leave even if she wanted to. She could only stay put for now.
"Ah Yao, don't be angry. You must be tired after not returning for so long. Go and rest." The child spoke carefully, as if afraid that Ye Qingtang would leave again.
Although Ye Qingtang's face was expressionless, she was already exhausted.
Only the heavens knew how mentally drained it was to put on airs in the Temple of Shadows, which had once ruled over the Central Mainland.
Ye Qingtang nodded her head.
Seeing that she had agreed, the little boy slowly let go of his hand.
Ye Qingtang reached out and picked up Little White Tiger, who had been knocked to the side, into her arms.
When the child saw that Little White Tiger had occupied Ye Qingtang's arms, his gaze turned murderous.
Little White Tiger shuddered under his stare.
Damn it, this little brat's gaze was so frightening.
"I'll send the Holy Lord to rest. The Holy Lord's sleeping quarters have been cleaned every day and have been waiting for your return," Xue Fu said.
Ye Qingtang nodded and followed Xue Fu to the sleeping quarters.
The moment Ye Qingtang left, the cautious child's expression immediately changed. He turned to look at all the Undead in the main hall, his expression dark and vicious.
"If I find out that Ah Yao is back this time, if I find out that anyone has made her unhappy …"
A cluster of black flames suddenly ignited in the little boy's hand. As he clenched his fingers, the black smoke instantly exploded.
The group of Undead kept quiet out of fear and nodded repeatedly.
The Holy Lord was the symbol of the highest authority in the Temple of Shadows. But if there was anything that people feared, it would be the temperamental and murderous Holy Son.
Very quickly, she arrived at the Holy Lord's bedroom. Once she entered, she felt as though she had returned to a normal human residence.
The bedchamber was bright and brightly lit. It was pure white and very clean. It was a stark contrast to the darkness of the Temple of Shadows.
Portraits were hung on one of the walls of the sleeping chambers. Those portraits were all people who looked similar to each other but were different.
From skinny to voluptuous, the face of the person in the portrait changed slowly. From ugly and strange, to beautiful and gorgeous, to the last one, it was exactly the same as Ye Qingtang.
"This is probably how the Holy Lord of Shadows looks like when she's an Undead. She's slowly turning into a human …" Ye Qingtang relaxed a little.
"F * ck, this Temple of Shadows is really scary. Didn't you see the look in that brat's eyes when he looked at me? It was as if he wanted to skin me alive. I think we should find a chance to leave this place as soon as possible. If your identity is exposed, we'll all die here." Little White Tiger jumped out of Ye Qingtang's arms.
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