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Who didn’t want their fighting strength to become more and more formidable, to hold their head high and stick their chest out in front of their boss?
They absolutely must not let Sal obtain such good things alone!
So this time, when Mingye was sent to the Hidden Dragon Continent, a group of undead royal relatives also came to sweep the Dragon Cemetery together.
Although the eight-winged golden dragons were to be resurrected by His Highness, there were still many six-winged silver dragons and four-winged red dragons in the Dragon Cemetery. Even if they could not get their hands on golden dragons, silver dragons and red dragon were also alright ah!
They were not too bad!
But in order to grab the high-level dragons from Sal’s hands, first of all, they naturally needed to smear Sal’s image in front of Mingye.
Don’t be kidding, this was their future crown prince!
After his old man kicked the bucket later, the undead would be under his full control. They should hold his thighs properly as soon as possible.
“General Sal is really too unruly; knowing that His Highness is coming, he unexpectedly sent his useless underlings to greet His Highness. I can’t help but think that he’s doing things too half-heartedly.” Another high undead accompanying the undead prince opened his mouth and tried to attack Sal’s glorious image in the presence of Mingye.
“This is not taking His Highness seriously. Your Highness, you can’t be subjected to this kind of grievance. We ask you to not let this matter pass.”
A group of high undead vigorously jumped in front of Mingye, emphasizing that Sal was not taking Mingye seriously, that he was without respect, while expressing their loyalty to Mingye.
Shen Yanxiao silently watched the farce between the undead and laughed secretly until her stomach hurt.
No wonder the undead were so unpopular with other races, the despicable factor in their characters was really flourishing ah!
Mutual calculations of each other was nothing; after all, human beings often did this. It was just that human beings were much more skilled than they were. With such a big thorn before them, putting their thoughts on the table so carelessly… were the intelligences of these high undead in the negatives?
When compared with the ploys of the undead, Shen Yanxiao instantly felt that human beings were very noble. An official casually pulled from the four countries of the Radiance Continent, no matter who, could basically beat these idiots thousands of miles away.
The disparity was just too big!
No wonder the brain cells of the resurrected undead were not very active.
Shen Yanxiao understood what these idiot undead were thinking. They were merely green with envy at Sal for mixing in the Hidden Dragon Continent; they were jealous of the increasing number of bone dragons in his hands. But they really dared not go up and fight with Sal, so they wanted to tidy up Sal with Mingye’s hands.
But could these idiots not grow a little brains?
They were in front of Zela and his men, who were under Sal’s command, frantically tarnishing the other party’s superiors in their presence; weren’t they just waiting to be tipped off?
Although they were high undead appointed by the Ancestor of the Undead, they also needed to note that the Hidden Dragon Continent was the territory of Sal. As people say, the heaven was high and the emperor was far away. Even if Sal were to do something to them, could the Ancestor of the Undead, who was thousands of miles away, easily get the news?
It was estimated that by the time he got the news, these idiots would have long been played by Sal without any bone dregs left.
Shen Yanxiao secretly lit up three sticks of incense for these idiots whose brain circuitry was seriously inadequate.
But she was curious; as the prince of the undead, would the brain of this Royal Highness be as useless as these idiots around him?
The handsome face of Mingye became more and more gloomy as he listened to the several voices falling into his ears. He narrowed his eyes with some displeasure and looked at Zela, who was kneeling in front of him, and said, “Where is Sal? Why didn’t he come to greet me?”
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