When the little golden dragon was dragged out by the Dragon God, Shen Yanxiao finally had time to drag out the spring roll prince, Mingye.
Mingye was still in a coma and had been stuffed in the corner by Long Shi for the past few days. If Shen Yanxiao had not brought him out, he would have been forgotten.
Everyone else in the lair sat around. Shen Yanxiao snapped her fingers and Mingye slowly woke up. He slowly sat up and looked ahead without any focus. His confused face did not seem to notice the abnormality around him.
"Mingye." Shen Yanxiao called in a low voice.
There was still no change in Mingye's confused eyes, but his figure trembled slightly when he heard Shen Yanxiao's voice.
"How long will it take you to resurrect the bone dragons in the Dragon Cemetery?" Shen Yanxiao asked softly, using curses as a guide.
