Chapter 1801: His Royal Highness (2)

It is no wonder that Midnight’s gesture to the group of friends and relatives is high. Shen Yanxiao touched his chin. It seems that she does not need to speak good words to the group of idiots.
As far as the image of the night lord is concerned, this prince can be said to be pampered and the eyes are higher than the top.
The whole mourning abyss, except for his father, he never put anyone in his eyes.
This setting... very cool!
Shen Yanxiao wants to play the role of the night, it can be said that it is not difficult at all.
You don't need to communicate with other undead, as long as I am alone!
What is the favorite of dictatorship!
Collecting the information needed, Shen Yanxiao opened the cabinet in the room, took out a set of low-key luxury clothes of the Midnight Emperor, and turned it off to close the ignorant night bucket.
Even if she steals the technology any better, she can't do the realm of and changing clothes for a second.
After changing clothes, Shen Yanxiao dragged the night fight out of the cupboard and threw the one he replaced into a night fight.
Night fights continue to change clothes in the large cabinet.
Not long after, the night fight was wearing Shen Yanxiao's clothes, and tweaked out of the cupboard.
The body shape of the night fight belongs to the juvenile body in the undead, thin and slender, but the head is higher than the Shen Yan Xiao. The clothes of Shen Yanxiao are very narrow on the body of the night fight.
Shen Yanxiao's Yirong medicinal agent can change the human skeleton to a certain extent. She has become exactly the same from the height and appearance. Looking at the strange shape of the night fight, Shen Yan Xiao fighting hand took out a bottle of easy to make medicine to let the night fight.
The appearance of the night fight was changed to the appearance of a low-profile undead, and the bones were slightly shrunk. They were able to put on the clothes of Shen Yanxiao, but they were short.
In the night fight, Shen Yanxiao has taken all the identifiable ornaments on his body and put them on himself.
The civet cat is perfect for the prince!
Look at the night fight in a short gray shirt, and then look at the Yan Yan Xiao, a costume that is embellished with countless ornaments.
No one will "missed" their identity.
After a while, the door was knocked, and the night fight looked at Shen Yanxiao sitting at the table and lowered his head to open the door.
Outside the door, the high-end undead with rich food, with a charming smile on the face, but when the door opened in front of his eyes, not only the prince of the night who wants to please, but a simple low-level undead, this The face suddenly sank.
"Who are you! How dare you arrogate the room under His Highness!" The high-level undead screamed at the scorpion, and the high-ranking undead behind him saw the fierce moments of the night fight and could eat people!
"I... I am a night fight, a follower of my Highness." Although Night Fighter identified himself as a lower undead under the hint of Shen Yanxiao, he has never been beaten by any undead from birth to now. A scorpion directly frightened the fragile careful liver of the night fight.
"What followers? Where are you coming from? How do you keep this low-lying undead, stay in the room under Your Highness, and get out of the way!" The undead are unhappy, joking, they are all dead and dead. But the knot is not here, and there is still a low-level undead to grab the limelight! Actually dare to stay alone in the room under the night of the night, this little monk is looking for death!