Chapter 2027 Rival or Something (3)

As night fell, members of Chi Yan's team were making final adjustments.

Shen Yanxiao squatted in the room, absorbing the ghost core calmly.

The Dragon God sat on the side, with his legs crossed, eating the snacks extorted from Taotie. From time to time, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but in the end, a certain great god swallowed the words with warning eyes .

Should he be so fierce, doesn't he just want to chat about something casually? It won't disturb Shen Yanxiao's cultivation, so someone wants to be so strict.

Dragon God, who wanted to protest, couldn't beat a domineering old man, so he could only hold his integrity in his arms.

"It has a strange smell." Dragon God frowned suddenly.

Xiu glanced at him.

Dragon God immediately shrank his neck.

There was a knock on Shen Yanxiao's door at this moment, and the hasty knock disturbed her from her cultivation. She opened her eyes, looked at the people in the room, and stood up to open the door resignedly.

The Chiyan team often came to her room to report the results of the battle these days, but every time they didn't find Xiu and Dragon God sitting in the room. Xiu's barrier completely blocked the sight of these undead teenagers. Shen Yan Xiao didn't even think about it, and went directly to open the door.

But the moment the door was opened, Shen Yanxiao was stunned.

Standing outside the door was a handsome young man with a reserved face. The cramped expression on his face was completely out of tune with his luxurious attire.

"Prince Ming Ye?" Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Ming Ye who had suddenly visited in surprise.

Shen Yanxiao had never seen Ming Ye again since that day when they ran into each other in the hotel, why did he come here to find her now?

Could it be that it was really because Ming Ye's body was affected by her power?

Xiu's speculation surfaced in Shen Yanxiao's mind.

Ming Ye looked at Shen Yanxiao, his handsome facial features showed a bit of stiffness, visiting a young girl's room late at night was a very abrupt 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.

"Are you going to the game 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 already entered the quarterfinals. They will have the finals tomorrow. It seems that you haven't visited them before. For the competition, tomorrow...because it's the top eight, my father will go, you...go?"

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, not understanding at all, this prince Ming Ye came to him in the middle of the night just to ask her if she would go to watch his students' competition tomorrow? Why does this logic sound so weird?

and……

Isn't Ming Ye's father the ancestor of the undead?

What does the ancestor of the undead have to do with her going to the game?

Shen Yanxiao was completely unable to understand what the prince, whose language and logic were completely illogical, wanted to express.

In the room, Xiu leaned against the wall that was only an arm's length away from Shen Yanxiao, with a calm expression that showed nothing unusual.

On the other hand, Dragon God who was sitting opposite Xiu, with a thief-like expression, looked at Ming Ye outside the door, and then at Xiu who had a calm face, with a hesitant expression.

Something is wrong! This situation is not right!

The tone of this undead prince, why the more you listen to it, the more...