Chapter 1839
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"Holy Son Ming Gu, Holy Son Ming Wang wants to see you." Xue Fuwu coughed lightly and stood outside the door.
However, Ming Gu acted as if he hadn't heard Xue Fu's voice at all. He lowered his head and continued wiping the utensils in his hands.
Xue Fu repeated this a few more times, but there was still no response from Ming Gu. He could only sigh helplessly and turn back to report.
"Holy Son Ming Wang, Holy Son Ming Gu, he …" Xue Fu stood in front of Ming Wang. Before he could finish his sentence, Ming Wang knew the result when he saw Xue Fu walking over alone.
Ming Wang remained expressionless as he looked at the dossier in his hand. "Bring him here."
Xue Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But now, Ming Gu had almost gone crazy to the point where he could not even recognize his own family. If they forcefully kidnapped him, Ming Gu would probably kill him immediately.
"Holy Son Ming Wang, why don't you visit Holy Son Ming Gu?" Xue Fu suggested.
They were twins, but Ming Wang and Ming Gu were like fire and water.
This was because Ming Wang had disregarded Ming Gu's wishes and forcefully locked him up, not allowing him to stop the Holy Leader from leaving.
From then on, Ming Gu never wanted to see Ming Wang again.
It was one thing for the two Holy Sons to be at odds with each other, but the pitiful Undead in the Temple of Shadows had to be more cautious in the face of the crazed Ming Gu. They had to prevent themselves from accidentally touching Ming Gu's brows and dying without a trace.
Ming Wang raised his head and scanned Xue Fu emotionlessly with his black eyes.
Xue Fu smiled bitterly and said, "Holy Son Ming Gu misses the Holy Master. Although Holy Son Ming Wang has instructed us not to interfere with the Holy Master's matters, it's not a good idea for Holy Son Ming Gu to continue like this. I wonder if we can find the Holy Master's whereabouts. Even if there is a location, Holy Son Ming Gu can calm down a little if he knows."
Ming Gu was afraid that the Holy Lord of Shadows would leave without saying goodbye like she did ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years had passed in one go.
"No," Ming Wang suddenly said.
Xue Fu sighed inwardly. He glanced at the expressionless Doom and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
You make it sound like you don't want to.
If he were to be so reserved, he might choke himself to death one day.
Xue Fu had once accidentally seen Ming Wang staring at the Holy Lord of Shadows' portrait for an entire night without moving an inch.
In terms of longing, this person was probably no less than the one who had gone crazy.
Just as Xue Fu was pondering how to bring these two Holy Sons, who were as incompatible as fire and water, together, an elder from the Temple of Shadows strode over. His movements were so large that his bones creaked from the force of his movements.
"Reporting to Holy Son Ming Wang, the Holy Lord has returned!" The Elder said in surprise.
Xue Fu was taken aback. Before he could speak, he saw a gust of wind blow past him. When he turned around, Ming Wang was nowhere to be seen.
"…"
What happened to being calm and composed?
Ming Wang hurried to the main hall of the Temple of Shadows. All he could see was the beautiful figure that had been imprinted in his soul.
That pair of black pupils that never changed for ten thousand years faintly revealed a trace of imperceptible joy.
Ye Qingtang stood in the main hall and saw Ming Wang standing in front of her.
She's … back …
Ye Qingtang sighed in exasperation. She had never imagined that she would return to the Temple of Shadows of her own accord.
But since she was back, there was nothing for her to worry about.
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