Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"I'm not so sure either."

After saying this, Tang Chen looked at the lonely expression on Tang Ya's face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "However, since returning to Shrek Academy, Brother Beibei hasn't appeared. It seems to have been Stayed on Poseidon Island."

"Always... Seagod Island?"

Listening to Tang Chen's words, Tang Ya's face was suddenly in a trance. As a student of Shrek, she is naturally familiar with the term Seagod Island.

Seagod Island has always been the most mysterious and guarded place of Shrek Academy. At the same time, Shrek Inner Courtyard also exists on Seagod Island, which is the place most yearning for Shrek Outer Academy students.

However, as the number one academy in the mainland, Shrek has extremely strict regulations. If it is not for a major event, students from the outer academy cannot enter Sea God Island. Even if Beibei's identity is very difficult, as long as he is still a Shrek student, he can't defy this rule.

Therefore, after hearing that Beibei had been staying on Poseidon Island during this critical period, Tang Ya suddenly had a bad idea.

Isn't it, Beibei, is also one of the masters of this Holy Grail War?

As soon as the doubts were born, Tang Ya immediately denied her conclusion.

No, no, no, you can't think of it this way. This time Beibei and the others have turned the tide in the Continent Senior Soul Master Elite Academy Soul Fighting Competition. Maybe they are now receiving rewards and special training in the Sea God Pavilion.

Tang Ya, Tang Ya, don't scare yourself!

Even though she comforted herself in this way, Tang Ya's complexion turned pale after faint guessing in her heart.

"Sister Xiaoya, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick?"

Looking at Tang Ya's changes, even though Tang Chen understood what was going on, he still showed a concerned expression in a timely manner.

Hearing Tang Chen's words, Tang Ya quickly came back to her senses, forced a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, Rod, I just thought of one thing I forgot to do. I don't have time to chat with you for the time being."

"It's okay." Tang Chen waved his hand stably, and said: "You can go ahead, I won't bother you now, but you must call me when something happens."

"Um."

Tang Ya nodded lightly, and watched Tang Chen who was turning back and forth not far away until he disappeared from the field of vision. This was as if he had lost all strength and fell to the ground.

"Pattern."

A slender and pale palm stretched out and dragged it under Tang Ya's armpit, pulling her into his arms. This person who appeared suddenly was Tang Ya's follower-Saint Emperor. At this moment, the Saint Emperor lowered his head and looked at the faintly twinkling teardrops in Tang Ya's eyes, the strange smile on the mask faded a lot.

"Let's talk about it... what happened."

"No, nothing."

After returning to his senses, Tang Ya slowly straightened her body, and gently broke free from the arms of the Emperor. After thanking him, he groaned for a while, and then asked softly: "Master Saint, deal with those defeated masters. , What would you do?"

"A defeated opponent?"

Standing at the end of the street, the holy emperor's ruby ​​eyes flickered slightly, and he said: "As long as they... don't die by themselves, I don't bother to care about the life and death of those... defeated generals."

Strangely speaking, the unique temperament of the Saint Emperor is unique in this street, but everyone on the street seems to have no red figure in the eyes, completely ignoring her existence.

After listening to the holy emperor's words, Tang Ya was stunned, her pale complexion restored a little ruddy.

"That's it, then... it's really great..."

Speaking of this, in Tang Ya's heart, that loose faith was strengthened again until... as solid as a rock!

Seeing Tang Ya recovering again, the strange smile on the Saint Emperor's face stretched again. She hesitated, and said to Tang Ya: "The...boy before, doesn't seem to be simple."

"You mean... Rod? Is he also one of the masters of this Holy Grail War?"

Tang Ya raised her head in surprise, the astonishment in her eyes flashed for a moment, and it became clear. After all, with this guy's talent, there is a great possibility of becoming a master.

"Rhodes..." Shengdi paused, chewed the name carefully, and doubts gradually appeared in his eyes. She suddenly turned her head, looked at Tang Ya, and solemnly asked: "Master, you...couldn't you feel that there is something wrong with this name?"

"No? Roland Yelled, although it's a little weird, what's wrong?"

Looking at the natural expression on Tang Ya's face, for some reason, an indescribable horror suddenly appeared in the Saint Emperor's heart. This fear was inexplicable, but it was beyond the most feared thing she had ever seen in her life.

Hearing the words of the Emperor, Tang Ya also felt something wrong. This was the first time the Saint Emperor called her the "Master". This solemn tone made Tang Ya become serious.

Turning his head, the Holy Emperor violently took Tang Ya's hand, and amid Tang Ya's exclamation, pulled her back into the shop.

After returning to the shop, the holy emperor looked around, the blood-red realm all over his body was agitated, and the introverted and terrifying aura instantly awakened the members of the Holy Spirit Sect.

"Everyone..."

This was the first time the Saint Emperor was so serious, and even the smile on the weird mask had disappeared, replaced by a hideous and distorted grimace. She lowered her head slightly, and a strange brilliance flashed through her ruby ​​eyes.

"I want to ask, what do you think of the name Roland Yered?"

At this moment, after listening to the Holy Emperor's words, whether it is an ordinary member of the Holy Spirit Cult, or a top powerhouse such as Zhong Liwu and Long Xiaoyao, their hearts are all capitalized.

Co-author, you call us like this just to ask for the name?

I don't know what medicine the Saint Emperor's gourd sells, and the people who don't want to provoke the Saint Emperor glanced at each other, and chose to remain silent. In the end, Mo Qianchi, the old man who followed the Holy Emperor for the longest time, stood up and replied stubbornly: "Under the crown of the Holy Emperor, we think that there is nothing wrong with this name. May I ask if this person is..."

"no problem?"

Recalling this title that was incompatible with the entire continent, the Holy Emperor tilted his head and looked at the inexplicable holy spirit masters in the audience. The absurdity and horror in his heart increased countless times.

"You said...no problem? Oh, this is...the biggest problem."

Holding the mask on his face, the look under the Saint Emperor's mask was uncertain, and there was a bold guess in his heart.

"Maybe, the boy who looks the most ordinary is the most terrifying existence in this Holy Grail War!"