Chapter 1802: His Royal Highness (3)

A group of high-ranking undead, I was shocked to be caught in the position of Bajie by the night fight in front of me. It was a skunk that united against the night fighting.
Night fight is completely dumbfounded. When did he see this kind of battle?
Although he is now a low-level undead, his subconscious impression of these relatives and friends has not been completely erased by Shen Yanxiao. At least in his subconscious, this group of friends and relatives should be kind and friendly.
But what about the devils in front of him?
The night fight was scared, and it didn't react for a long time.
"What's wrong!" A cold drink suddenly sounded from the room and was almost rescued by the night fight that was killed by relatives and friends.
The higher undeads made a sigh of relief and immediately reached the room.
In the room, the fake night was sitting proudly on the table, the beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the eyes were full of intolerance.
"His Royal Highness..." The wolf in front of the night fight, turned into a little sheep in front of Shen Yanxiao.
"His lower elder spirit..." A high-level undead carefully watched the night, and the eighteenth generation of the "Little Three" ancestors who had stuck in the night fight in their hearts greeted them all over again.
Is it possible for the garbage to be close to the night?
I want to fight for the favor, but I also want to measure it. The little and the undead still want to wander in front of the emperor's temple. Where to go!
Shen Yanxiao squinted at the high-level undead, and yelled at the lips and said: "Why, I want to serve personally, but also your permission?"
Very ugly! It’s cool and there is wood!
The high undead immediately trembled!
"No, no! It is his privilege to choose him. It is just... this guy is a low-level undead. It is too mean. If you tarnish your identity, you can’t be good. If you want to find someone to serve, we I am willing to guard your side anytime, anywhere..." The high-level undead rushed to explain, they didn't want to control the night, they just wanted to compete for it!
"I am happy, can't I?" Shen Yanxiao screams cool and cool.
The high undead have shaken three shakes.
"Well! Why not! As long as you are your favorite, there is nothing wrong with it! Who, you give me care, if you have a little dissatisfaction with your Highness, be careful that I peeled off your skin." No courage and night The high-resistance of the hard-resisting, can only wait for the night fight, the green eyes look like the next night to eat the night fight.
The night fight swallowed and nodded subconsciously.
The feeling of being in the heart of the fake night is directly bursting!
His Royal Highness is really a good man. In order to "protect" him and fight against so many powerful high-level undead, he must succumb to his death!
Shen Yan’s arrogant behavior, in the night fight, is really domineering and warm-hearted, and instantly captured this bullied
low-level undead
.
"Things are put down, you can roll." Shen Yanxiao slightly cocked his chin, a high-pitched attitude.
The higher undead can only lay down the food in their hands, and sullenly smack their eyes with a few nights, which is reluctant to retreat from the room.
They couldn't understand why the noble Highness of the Night had an interest in such a low-level undead, so how can the decent body be worthy of His Royal Highness!
As everyone knows, their despicable low spirits are their true Highness...