Chapter 1800

It's no wonder that MINGYE's attitude towards the group of relatives and friends is high. Shen Yanxiao touches her chin. It seems that she doesn't need to be nice to the group of idiots.

In terms of the image of the God of the night, this prince can be said to be superior to others, with his eyes higher than the top.

The whole wailing abyss, except for his Laozi, he never paid attention to anyone.

This setting Very cool!

Shen Yanxiao wants to play the role of Ming night, which is not difficult at all.

No need to communicate with other undead, as long as I'm the only one!

Dictatorship or something!

Collecting the needed information, Shen Yanxiao opened the cabinet in the room, took out a set of low-key and luxurious clothes from it, and then closed the ignorant nightfight cabinet.

No matter how good she is at stealing, she can't take off and change clothes in a second.

After changing clothes, Shen Yanxiao dragged nightdou out of the cupboard again and threw his changed clothes to nightdou.

Nightdou continues to squat in the cupboard to change clothes.

After a while, nightdou came out of the cupboard in Shen Yanxiao's clothes.

Among the dead, the figure of nightfight belongs to that of a teenager. It's thin and slender, but its height is one head higher than that of Shen Yanxiao. Shen Yanxiao's clothes look very narrow on nightfight.

Shen Yan Xiao as like as two peas, the Yi Rong medicine can change the human skeleton to some extent. She has become the same as her body from height to appearance. Looking at the strange shape of nightdou, Shen Yanxiao takes out a bottle of compatibilizer to let nightdou drink it.

The appearance of nightfight has been changed to the appearance of a low-level undead. The skeleton has also been slightly shrunk. I'm willing to wear Shen Yanxiao's clothes, but it's still a little short.

During the night fight, Shen Yanxiao had taken all the identifiable ornaments off his body and put them on himself.

Civet for Prince perfect end!

Look at the night fight in the short gray clothes, and then look at Shen Yanxiao, who is decorated with numerous ornaments in a suit of fancy clothes.

No one can "misidentify" their identity.

A moment later, the door was knocked. Nightdou looked at Shen Yanxiao, who was sitting at the table, and went to open the door with his head down.

When the door opened, he was not the prince of the night who wanted to please him, but a simple and low-level undead. His face sank instantly.

"Who are you! How dare you intrude into the room of his highness at night! " The high dead screamed, and some of the high dead behind him looked fierce at the moment when they saw the night fight. They could eat people!

"I I am the night fighter and the follower chosen by his highness. " Although nightdou identified himself as a low-level undead at the suggestion of Shen Yanxiao, he has never been roared by any undead since he was born. This voice directly scares nightdou's fragile heart.

"What entourage? Where did you come from! How can you stay in your Highness's room? Get out of here The high dead don't like it. What a joke! They can't get together with the high dead in the dark night. Where can a low dead come to the fore! How dare you stay alone in the room of his highness in the dark night? Does this little bitch want to die!