Chapter 2065

Shen Yanxiao was shocked.

"There is Satan in the ancestor of the dead, but..." After a gluttonous meal, he thought hard for a moment and then said: "it's very light, it's very light. It shouldn't have been dyed recently."

Shen Yanxiao's tense nerves relaxed a little.

The contact between the ancestor of the dead and Satan is not terrible. What's terrible is that if Satan is still here now, Shen Yanxiao will be able to sing a drum to receive the soldiers.

Her three inch tongue, where to spell the power of Satan.

"Can you feel how many times there are?" Shen Yanxiao asked quietly through the spiritual link.

"It will take at least ten days to dilute to this level with the strong satanic spirit." The time of Taotie's report is still within the acceptable range of Shen Yanxiao.

Ten days.

This shows that the ancestor of the dead has not made another contact with Satan in at least ten days, which is likely to indicate that Satan has left the wailing abyss.

Of course, it's just a good guess. In the face of Satan's tough opponent, Shen Yanxiao has to be careful.

"You're feeling the night, Sal and Kyle." Shen Yanxiao must be sure of everything. If she is a little careless, she will not be the only one who is unlucky.

Once she is in crisis, it indicates that Xiu is likely to sacrifice himself to save her.

Shen Yanxiao had to be careful when it comes to repair.

Taotie felt one by one. In SAL and Kyle, he didn't feel the smell of Satan.

But in the dark night, he realized something.

"There is Satan's breath in the dark night, but it's lighter than that in the ancestor of the dead."

Shen Yanxiao breathed a sigh of relief, at least now the news is good.

The arrival of the ancestor of the dead made the ChiYan team excited up and down. They tried to control their inner excitement and carefully performed their every action almost perfectly.

But unfortunately, from the appearance of the ancestor of the dead to his seat, his eyes never saw anyone present.

He didn't even say a word, just sat down, and the entourage on one side graciously delivered all kinds of dishes.

A big meal was soon in front of them.

For the undead, whose taste is not sensitive, food has little appeal to them.

The ChiYan team tried to maintain their perfect performance. Sal and Kyle, after the arrival of the ancestor of the dead, their eyes and posture also slightly converged. They sat upright one by one and stared at the plate in front of their eyes.

The dead night was tense like a bowstring that would break at any time.

The most relaxed is Shen Yanxiao.

She is just observing and observing every move of the ancestor of the dead. She doesn't care what the ancestor of the dead thinks of her at all.

A meal, tasteless, everyone present with their own thoughts, all eyes and spirit are affected by the ancestors of the dead.

When the delicious food of a table was eaten hard, the Hall fell into a dead silence, which made everyone on the scene feel like a needle.

The ancestor of the dead does not speak, and no one has the courage to say a word first. All are waiting for their supreme ruler to speak.

The ancestor of the dead drank the last bowl of broth, picked up the white silk gracefully and wiped the corners of his mouth. Finally, he looked up to the dead sitting at the table.