As night falls, the members of the Chiyan team are making final adjustments.
Shen Yanxiao squatted in the room, absorbing the Nether Core calmly.
Dragon God sat aside, with his legs crossed, eating snacks extorted from Taotie. From time to time, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he was swallowed down by a certain great god with a warning look. .
Why don't you want to be so fierce? He just wants to talk about something casually. It won't disturb Shen Yanxiao's cultivation. Why should someone be so strict?
Dragon God, who wanted to protest, couldn't defeat a domineering uncle, so he could only rub his integrity into his arms.
"It has a strange smell." Dragon God suddenly frowned.
Xiu glanced at him.
The Dragon God immediately shrank his neck.
Shen Yanxiao's door was knocked at this moment, and the rapid knocking disturbed her from her practice. She opened her eyes, looked at the people in the room, and stood up to open the door resignedly.
The Chi Yan team often came to her room to report the results of the battle in the past few days, but every time they didn't notice Xiu and Dragon God sitting in the room. Xiu's barrier completely blocked the sight of these undead teenagers. Shen Yan Xiao didn't think anything of it and went straight to open the door.
But when the door was opened, Shen Yanxiao was stunned.
A handsome young man with a reserved face stood outside the door. The awkward expression on his face was completely inconsistent with his luxurious clothes.
"Prince Ming Ye?" Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Ming Ye who suddenly visited in surprise.
Shen Yanxiao has never seen Ming Ye again since their chance encounter in the hotel that day. Why is he here looking for her now?
Could it be that it was really because Ming Ye's body was affected by her own power?
Xiu's speculation emerged in Shen Yanxiao's mind.
Ming Ye looked at Shen Yanxiao with a hint of stiffness in his handsome features. Visiting a girl's room late at night was a very unexpected thing.
"Your name is Emperor Yan?" Ming Ye calmed down his tangled heart and looked at Shen Yanxiao with a gentle smile on his face.
"Yes." Shen Yanxiao nodded.
"Will you go to the competition tomorrow?" Ming Ye asked.
"What?"
Ming Ye cleared his throat and said: "I heard that your students also participated in this trial, and they have entered the quarterfinals. They will have the finals tomorrow. You don't seem to have gone to see them before. If the game is tomorrow...because it is the quarter-finals, my father will go, why...are you going?"
Ming Ye's voice was very soft, but there was a hint of tension in her voice.
Shen Yanxiao frowned and looked at Ming Ye, completely confused. Prince Ming Ye came to see him in the middle of the night just to ask her if she would go to watch his student's game tomorrow? Why does this logic sound so weird?
and……
Isn't Mingye's father the ancestor of the undead?
The ancestor of the undead went to watch a game, what does it have to do with whether she goes or not?
Shen Yanxiao was completely unable to understand what this prince, whose language was completely illogical, wanted to express.
In the room, Xiu was leaning against the wall only an arm's length away from Shen Yanxiao, with no trace of anything strange on his calm expression.
On the other hand, Dragon God, who was sitting opposite Xiu, had a treacherous expression on his face. He glanced at Ming Ye outside the door, and then at Xiu, who had a calm face, with an expression that was hesitant to speak.
Something's wrong! Something's wrong with this situation!
Why does the tone of this undead prince become more and more...