Bian was taken away, and the skeleton soldiers came to clean the hall. A moment later, except for the broken table, the banquet hall was as neat as if nothing had happened.
However, everyone who witnessed the entire sequence of events was dumbfounded.
The Undead Lord looked at Shen Yanxiao and slowly opened his mouth.
"Yan Di."
"Yes." Shen Yanxiao's expression was serious. In fact, she had already cursed the eighteen generations of the Undead Lord in her heart.
"Tell me how you tamed Bian." The Undead Lord looked at Shen Yanxiao indifferently with a calm appearance. He did not have the slightest guilty conscience about threatening Shen Yanxiao and the Flaming Red Squad into a dead end.
Shen Yanxiao secretly gritted her teeth and forcefully suppressed the urge to slap him. She calmly said, "Each of the good sons of the Dragon God has their own nature they cannot suppress."
