Chapter 1819: Dragon Temple (3)

"Okay." Suzaku finally chose to compromise. He knew very well that once Shen Yanxiao made a decision, even if ten cows could not be brought back, she always had various reasons to convince herself.
"You are leaving tonight. Today is such a trouble. Thrall is expected to have a headache for a night. The guards of the City of the Undead will relax accordingly. After you leave, I will dare to go to Longyan to ambush." It’s king to send away in the night.
"I don't want to marry the undead..." Suzaku's eyes were hard.
As a Warcraft, he really does not like the dead body of the undead.
"I can help you pack him!" Shen Yanxiao pointed to the stiff night road.
Suzaku struggled for a moment before he nodded.
Shen Yanxiao immediately rolled up the night with sheets and gave it to Suzaku.
The night that has been reluctantly returned to the night fight, fell into a coma under the curse of Shen Yanxiao, and was rolled up by the scrolls, and was stabbed on the shoulders by the Suzaku, quickly disappearing from the window.
Looking at the night, Suzaku glared at the night and soon disappeared into the darkness.
Shen Yanxiao smiled slightly, and Lisuo changed into a night dress, but before leaving, the unscrupulous thief still achieved the point of geese plucking, in less than an hour, she will be in the entire palace. All the previous things were in the hands, except for the room of Thrall, almost every room has been visited by her.
Shen Yanxiao, who was full of enthusiasm, was immersed in the night with a smile.
Longyan was in contact with the city of the undead and the night, so he lived directly in the city of the undead tonight. Shen Yanxiao did not go to Longyan, but directly locked the silver dragon who was responsible for transmitting the news.
On the second morning, when the first sunshine sprinkled on the earth, Yinlong quietly set off, and Shen Yanxiao followed closely.
On the other side, I struggled with Sal for a night, and decided to find the night of the night to talk about the good things with Longyan.
But standing in front of the night, Thrall stopped, and he did not see the low-level undead who was in front of the night.
Thrall hesitated for a moment, hesitating whether to knock on the door to disturb the sleep of the night.
In the end, he knocked on the door.
A minute passed and there was no reaction in the room.
Thrall raised his hand and knocked.
Ten minutes passed, and the other side of the door was still dead.
When Thrall knocked on the door for the eighth time, there was still no reaction inside.
Thrall immediately felt a little strange. He immediately used his own sensibility to probe the situation in the room. Although this would probably offend the night of the night, but he knocked on the door for half a day, even if he stayed in the night, he should have a little reaction. .
However, Thrall explored for a long time, and did not sense any trace of death.
It's like there is no undead in the room.
An ominous premonition soared in Thrall's heart, and he decisively opened the door, and in the next second of the door opening, Thrall stunned.
In the big room, I couldn't see any figure at all.
The tidy bed was completely free of traces of rest.
All this, strangely let the Sal is cold.
"His Royal Highness!"
The whole city of the undead has fried fry, and their honorable Highness, they have disappeared overnight!
Thrall almost rummaged through every inch of the land of the Undead, but still could not find the trace of the night.
Midnight, really missing...