Nineteenth generation of saints.

Born twenty years ago, the specific birth location is unknown.

When he was a child, he was taken back to the temple by his previous saints. He was so lonely for several years and never showed up.

When the previous generation died at the age of 132, they were in full swing.

It was only nineteenth generation that he had taken the throne of the Blue Empire as a king.

According to time calculations, her age is not much older than Ye Mingyu, and she is also at the age of looking forward to the prince charming.

But there is a big problem.

The saint of the Blue Empire must be pure, and love is absolutely forbidden!

The whole world opened its mouth wide!

Ye Mingyu discovered an unknown shocking secret!

He pulled out another book from under the table and read it quickly:

"In March 2045, the warm wind is here to see him again. I walked through the deep path, leaping, looking forward to meeting today..."

Ye Mingyu turned back a few more pages.

But his brows were frowning.

"In the cold grotto, the burial face painted by the funeralist for him looked like I was living. I stroked the cold body, but I had forgotten what I looked like when I cried..."

Corpse?

That guy died?

Well, it is understandable. After all, I have a unclear relationship with the saint, so it is not surprising that I was secretly killed by a werewolf.

"I didn't expect that the Saint would have such a past."

Sure enough, people cannot be generalized.

Even if you have talents comparable to those of the first generation, you do not have the same nature as you.

Recalling the heroic appearance of the first generation of saints marching their troops south two thousand years ago.

As the flags flew, the cavalry of the expeditionary army traveled thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Then he used spells to summon the storm all over the sky. He still remembered the thunder and heavy rainstorm extremely terrifying. The waves were swept into the sky. Overnight, the ghost fleet in the western bay was destroyed.

If the nineteenth generation had the first generation's half of iron blood.

I don't think I'll be tired of my children's love.

"Sir, a gravesman came to see you with your token."

The voice of the palace mage came from outside the door.

Ye Mingyu in the information room put down his diary and heard the words "The Gravekeeper".

Very remote profession.

It is considered a branch of the necromancer in the last century. As the name suggests, it mainly focuses on suppressing cemeteries.

In order to make money, we often work part-time in life insurance sales.

He actually held the token of the Saint.

Could it be...

Ye Mingyu's spiritual light flashed.

Does the Saint want to buy life insurance?

"Let him wait in the side hall." Ye Mingyu said coldly.

"Affect the order."

......

Partial Palace.

That is where Ye Mingyu met the Saint last time.

I chose this because I have been here once, so I am familiar with the journey.

Stop in front of the door.

The guard who followed him bowed skillfully and turned and left.

Ye Mingyu entered the side hall alone.

The hall was empty, with only the tombsman standing by the stone table.

Seeing Ye Mingyu arrive, the tomb-senior did not speak, but just lowered his eyes, as if waiting for the "saint" to speak.

but......

What should I say?

Ye Mingyu was unclear, so he had no idea what this guy was here for.

If you are selling life insurance, you should have been selling it in an eloquent manner.

We must use the legendary universal sentence to test it!

Ye Mingyu did not sit down, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The breeze rolled up the curtains beside him and murmured in a deep manner:

"The wind today is really noisy."

The ethereal sound echoed in the hall, like black tea falling into an empty cup, leaving only the afterglows.

"Sure enough, you know everything." The tomb-stricken master stood behind the saint and sighed.

"Well, I've already gotten aware of the whole story."

Ye Mingyu brought the effect of [The Aura of Kings and Domineering] to the extreme and pretended to be a B-shaped pattern.

Although he didn't know anything.

"But, I still want to hear your opinion." Ye Mingyu said in a deep voice.

"My opinion? It cannot affect the overall situation. After all, the top priority of the monarch's return."

monarch?

Which monarch?

Questions flashed through Ye Mingyu's mind.

But then a title almost blurted out, the undead monarch?

I'm so kind, I really found the big news!

The contemporary saint actually colluded with the undead?

Ye Mingyu's scalp was tingling, but with his acting skills as an actor, he continued to pretend:

"Maybe, you're here today, is there something important?"

"Just for one thing, I heard that the two agents have been jailed," the tomb-stricken man said slowly: "The stolen artifact should be in your hands."

Ye Mingyu is fearless and he can always do such a cliché.

The lever possession technique!

"So what? So what if you are not?"

"If it's here, the cooperation will continue. If it's not here, we will think of another way."

"Think about his other way, let's hear it."

"Although the two parties have a cooperative relationship, this kind of thing..." The tomb-shander hesitated.

He was so squeamish, just like Ye Yezi who wanted to buy lollipops but was short of money.

I have experience in dealing with such people!

Ye Mingyu's face was like frost:

"I risked talking to you, and you were so hesitant. Do you have any thoughts in secret? Or, I look down on me?"

"How is that possible?"

Upon hearing this, the tomb-keptist shook his head.

The superior attaches great importance to his relationship with the saint. If there is a severity, he will die.

"I know everything about the saint asking. If there is no magical artifact, the sixth generation of monarch will sacrifice himself to break the barrier of the imperial capital and welcome the birth of the seventh generation."

Break the barrier? Welcome the birth of seven generations of monarchs?

This sentence has a lot of information.

"Who is the seventh generation of monarch?" Ye Mingyu asked the most critical doubt.

The tomb-stricken master's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Ye Mingyu carefully and asked in a deep voice:
To be continued...