The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1791

"You dare to say that! Just what did you tell me, then? Did you tell me that the mutant earth dragon would eat the undead?! Did you tell me that the red dragon can launch such a dense fire attack?! You still have the guts to argue; see if this father won’t tear down your bones today!” Uther was so furious that he wished he could rip Zela apart straightaway.

The siege and suppression of the two mutant dragons caused him heavy losses; he was even heavily criticized by Sal to boot.

Uther was not stupid. If Zela had explained the exact situation of the two mutant dragons from the very beginning, he would not have been so brash as to run to his death..

Zela's concealment, wasn’t that to pull him into the muddy water?!

"Even General Sal won't pursue this matter anymore. So why are you still scolding me about this right now?" Zela watched Uther being pulled by another high undead, and his guts grew.

Shen Yanxiao hid among the undead. She was all smiles as she witnessed the dog-eat-dog farce in front of her.

In fact, Shen Yanxiao had seen both Zela and Uther before. She really enjoyed, and felt very satisfied at, the picture of them crawling all over the ground under the chase of Vermillion Bird and Taotie. Now, seeing these two idiots again standing in the city of the undead fighting against each other, she was in such a good mood.

"General Sal has to take care of the matter about the Dragon Cemetery. He has no time to deal with trash like you!" Uther scolded loudly.

Shen Yanxiao was shocked.

She had heard of the Dragon Cemetery from Qian Yuan. That place was where numerous high-level dragons were buried.

Did it mean that the undead were planning to use the corpses of the dragons in the Dragon Cemetery and resurrect them into undead bone dragons?

Shen Yanxiao's good mood instantly vanished without a trace at this moment. If the undead really did become successful on this matter, then it would absolutely be a devastating disaster for the dragons in the north.

It was not clear to her how many high-level dragon corpses were in the Dragon Cemetery.

But as long as three or four eight-winged golden dragons were resurrected by the undead, they would absolutely become their nightmares!

Shen Yanxiao could never watch such a thing happen. Even if the dragons in the north were now all idiots, she should also take into account the safety of the little golden dragon and her parents.

Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes, and the playful light within them had already disappeared. She stared at Zela, who was scolded by Uther, and a plan was born from the bottom of her heart.

Zela slipped away cunningly in the midst of Uther's screams.

The regenerative ability of the high undead was very strong, and so his wounds had healed quite quickly. All the low undead passing by him showed absolute respect and awe for him.

Enjoying the awe of the low undead, Zela returned to his residence with both hands behind his back.

Although Zela's position among the high undead was not high he was, in any case, still a purebred undead. His dwelling place was very spacious, and the furnishings in his room were extremely luxurious.

Looking at the dust all over his body, Zela frowned slightly and went to the bedroom to change into a clean pair of clothes.

But the moment he entered the door, he suddenly saw a shadow in front of him.

The next second, the unprepossessing face of an undead was imprinted in his eyes.

"Who are you?" How dare you break into my room! " Zela looked closely and found that the other party was a low undead. He got furious at once.

Far from showing a glimmer of fear, the low undead’s lips evoked a vicious smile, and her pair of unusually clear eyes flashed with a ray of mischievous light as a voice carrying a strong hint of laughter sounded by Zela's ears.

"If you like, you can call me master."