The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2015: Selections (5)

Shen Yanxiao is invisible, leading a group of pure and rustic youngsters to the dark and cunning no return path ...

"Calm, there will be opportunities in the future." The battlefield appeased.

Xerox looked at the battlefield strangely, "Did you find it?"

"What?"

"You speak more and more like a boss."

"..."

"But ..."

"But nothing?"

"The boss is a bit more shameless than you said." Xerox couldn't help imagining that if it was Shen Yanxiao, he would only say at this moment: What is there to compete with a group of disabled people?

The brain is also disabled.

The corner of the battlefield twitched slightly.

Just as the battlefield and Xerox sighed at their increasingly dark road, a noise came from outside the hotel.

On the spacious avenue, eight skeleton horses wearing dark golden armors opened the way. Each skeleton immediately sat with an undead soldier wearing dark golden light armor and holding a black iron sword. After that, eighteen middle-sized undead men carrying a luxurious sedan came slowly, and two teams of undead soldiers, walking and flanking, surrounded them in layers.

The crowded undead consciously retreated to both sides in an instant, and made way for the team to pass.

At the front of the sedan, the black skull flag flutters in the wind, and the dark golden piping makes all the undead awed.

The mighty team arrived at the hotel where the Royal Academy was staying. The eight undead guards rolled over and dismounted, and all came to the front of the car.

At the gate of the hotel, the students of the Royal College stood in two rows as early as already. They were lined up on both sides of the entrance. In the middle position, Nok in a Chinese suit stood there with a calm charm.

Some figures emerged from the sedan suddenly, and the handsome young man in a dark golden splendid robe appeared, attracting an exclamation.

The boy looked up, and the undead around him knelt down to the ground at this moment.

Sing in unison, "His Royal Highness Night!"

Ming Ye Junmei's face doesn't have any extra expressions. He even cornered his eyes to give alms to these people. He went to Nook under the protection of the undead guard.

"Her Royal Highness." Nook leaned slightly.

"Teacher Nook, please don't bother me." The dark night said lightly.

"Please, Your Highness," Knock said.

Ming Ye nodded, and as Knock entered the hotel, the undead who knelt aside stood up. They looked at the back of the Royal College students with envy.

As close to His Royal Highness as possible, the future will certainly be good.

When everyone was envious, on the second floor of the hotel, Shen Yanxiao, who had just calmed down from the upcoming gathering, slowly pushed open the door. Oncoming were Knock and Ningye.

Shen Yan Xiao was a little surprised. Since she came to the Abyss of Mourning, she has never had contact with this "spring prince". I did not expect that she would meet here today.

It was on a dark night talking to Knock, as if he felt something, he looked up slightly and looked at the petite figure standing not far away.

A touch of familiarity suddenly poured into the soul of the dark night, a tiny crack appeared on his indifferent face, and the eagerness that even he didn't notice appeared in the gray eyes.

Nok found that Ming Ye suddenly stopped, looked up, and found that Ming Ye was staring at the undead girl named Yandi in a daze.

"His Royal Highness?" Knock whispered.