The Black Necromancer - Chapter 68 And So It Begins

“You saved me, to repay you, I decided to devote myself to you!”An Ran just did a good deed casually, but was entangled by this black-bellied, ice-cold face.“No... no need, I'm still young,” An Ran sweat madly inside, waving her hands repeatedly.The man, however, was very serious: “I will wait for you to grow up.”But, isn't your image of throwing a tantrum too unbearable to watch?Didn't you say you were like Cold-faced Yama, aloof and abstinent, with an eight-thousand-meter glacial demeanor?A certain brotherhood wiped a bitter tear and said, what's the big deal about throwing a tantrum? Neglecting friends for love, betraying friends for affection, and always have to be ready to be fed dog food. They just want to ask, such a brother, can we return him?

Reborn as a sword, he lived for hundreds of years, and then he occupied the body of a 15-year-old prince.

He was the youngest guru of martial arts as well as the perfect Mr. McDreamy of the most girls. He had mysterious absolute touch, clear-sighted observation ability and various outstanding talents.

Ye Ming transmigrated to a world of swords and magic, here there are giant dragons, elves, orcs, magical beasts, the undead…