"Hello!" Qingyi waved at the comer, and out of politeness, smiled.

This tall and handsome man walked very posibly on the ground with rose petals, while two beautiful women in red dresses who looked exactly the same were scattering petals from the flower basket hanging from the crook of his arm. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and is clearly Caucasian. He was dressed in a flaming red coat, a sword with a silver hilt tied around his waist, and a soft and comfortable white silk robe...... This is the Necromantic King of "Goth" and the Dark Eye of the Blood Emperor, whose sphere of influence is the "City of Ashes" located in the interior of "Goth".

As soon as Qing Yifu came into contact with this man's sight, he shivered.

This kind of gaze is to cut through your skin, cut open your muscle fibers, remove your blood vessels and tendons, and dig out your internal organs...... Finally turn you into a skeleton. It's such a ruthless, indifferent look. No matter how beautiful he smiled or how enthusiastic his tone was, his eyes were always like this.

This guy can't be a surgeon, right? Or is it a forensic doctor? Qingyi said in his heart, but he still stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the dark eyes, only to feel a cold palm.

Dark-eyed noticed the Doberman Pinscher beside Qingyi, and smiled aristocraticly: "Wow, what a beautiful pet." ”

Frankie said without humility or arrogance: "Thank you." ”

The eyelids of the dark eyes jumped, and he smiled: "It seems that it is still a very polite pet." ”

Ka, ka, ka, ka.

Qingyi turned her head to look, but it was a petite woman in a kimono, tiptoeing on white foot bags and red rope clogs. She has thick, bright, unrestrained waist-length black hair, a pair of long, water-cut eyes with long eyelashes, and a lock of hair falling from her ears, quiet and weak. But her kimono is the opposite of her temperament, with countless black cherry blossoms and red lotuses on a snow-white background, which is very visually impactful. She was holding a blood-colored cherry blossom, and there was always some reddish mist on her side, lining herself like a fairy in the mist.

Frankie sniffed and said to Qingyi, "Master, this mist is more corrosive than the acid rain in the southern part of the White Bone Sea, but it only seems to have an effect on living beings. I was in the mist, and it seemed that my strength and agility had risen. ”

At this time, the petite woman had already walked in front of her, bowed deeply, got up again, and smiled like a porcelain doll: "Hello everyone, I'm 'Fuji's Santu Ji Kazuki Ringo, please advise." ”

Qingyi nodded. He also did his homework before coming, and the Santu Ji of "Fuji" is the second necromantic king in the world to establish his own power and successfully turn the second time. Her territory is Yasakura City, which is said to be the most beautiful necromantic country in the world, and it is also a place where many Japanese couples hang out.

After greeting the two men, Hanatsuki Ringo stood aside in an orderly manner, like a little woman who didn't dare to interject, which made Qingyi look sideways - this kind of person is actually a necromantic king who bleeds like a river with an order?

"Good morning, everybody."

Another Necromantic King came before them. The tall, bronzed, short-haired man tugged at his facial muscles and forced a smile. He wears a yellow and black silk turban, and a lifelike gold statue of a king cobra rises on his forehead; He wore only a brown-gold dress and a pair of fine sandals woven with straw belts; He has a very toned body, and his muscle curves are called the golden ratio, but unfortunately his face is as hard as his muscles, which is daunting. He is the golden pharaoh of the "Sand Palace", the heir of the Imperial Valley who inherited the noble surname, named Scorch. Several scarab beetles flapped their wings and flew around him, each emitting a soul wavelength that was not inferior to that of an intermediate-level NPC.

This guy is two meters tall! Qingyi looked up at his colleague from Egypt and stood still far away, lest he be foiled like a short man. And the dark eyes also invariably took a step back and exchanged glances with Qingyi, feeling concerned. Not feeling this sense of alienation (or feeling it but not expressing the unhappiness in his expression), Burning Sun looked at a few people, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Life should be a hero, and death should be a ghost; If you don't fight, it's better than a worm! Your ancestors are all bosses, why don't you go in?! Grinding and chirping like a...... Ah, are there really? ”

This guy who was dressed in a brocade black robe, a bronze armor with a sonorous sound, a scabbard on his waist crackling, and a roar and walked over was none other than the "Yanhuang" necromancer and ghost male sword soldier. Speaking of which, this guy is not the king of the roots, he can only be said to be a halfway monk - the original necromancer of "Huaxia" was killed by him who led the task, according to the system deduction, he actually snatched the only profession of the necromantic king, and its difficulty is no less than that of black sharp to defeat the entire force of Qingyi! Therefore, Daobing Wuji has been in the limelight on the "Huaxia" forum for a while, and it can be regarded as an outstanding representative of rookies among players. His style is to charge into battle, to be one hundred, and he is a real martial arts faction.

However, the appearance of the sword soldier is not worthy of the domineering reputation at all: he is not tall, only more than 1.7 meters, if you want to say that this white and pure man is a scholar, some people still believe it, but if you want to say that he is an overlord who fights hand-to-hand with a machete, who believes it? Although the appearance is not the same, the eyes that look at everything still make Qing Yi not suspect - this is the look that a necromantic king should have. When he walked, there was always a flaming tiger phantom by his side, and the soul fluctuations emitted by that phantom were even more powerful than Zeno's.

The man walked up to him and shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, everyone." I'm sorry to have you wait for me. ”

Greeting is delayed until this time, how nervous do you have to be!! Qingyi almost complained.

"How unaware of interpersonal relationships is this bastard, only say hello at this time!" Qingyi doesn't complain, it doesn't mean that Xue Duo doesn't complain, this guy is a genuine "don't vomit and don't complain".

Dao Bing Wuji glared: "Yay? Whoever says bad things about me, come out and compare! ”

Qingyi shrugged his shoulders slightly apologetically and smiled: "I'm sorry, it's my subordinates who are talking nonsense, please don't be surprised." ”

("Uncle Ben is not your subordinate!") Xue Duo shouted. ）

Everyone noticed Qingyi's shadow and couldn't help but be secretly surprised. An inexplicable atmosphere pervaded, suddenly as compact as a bowstring, and at once as loose as a rubber band.

"Ah...... Everyone is here, so come in. ”

The door slowly opened, and an old voice came from the depths of the palace. If the soul fire of the Necromantic Kings is a sun, then the source of this sound is a vast nebula! In front of it, the five people standing on top of the necromantic player seemed too insignificant!

"Ah, can't you get in?" Qingyi raised his chin and asked the other four with a smile, with a high spirit.

"Nonsense, of course come in!" The sword soldier laughed.

With a smile on their faces and their heads held high, the five Necromantic Kings took a new step in history side by side!!