Looking at the empty cottage, Ling Mohan's face darkened, and his deep eyes narrowed, revealing a somewhat dangerous aura.

"Okay! Very good! This time I actually slipped away under the nose of this gentleman, I am not brave!"

The sound was a bit of gritted teeth.

Think about it, he appeared as Ling Mohan, who knows that it hasn't been a long time before, and he actually made her detect something wrong, and he didn't think it mattered if she was caught. The problem is that the woman actually ran away again!

He touched the beard on his chin with a dark face, how did she recognize him?When did you recognize him again?

Could it be that when he designed to appear as Ling Mohan, she was already planning it?

As for the other side, Feng Jiu, who had returned to the inn, lay directly on the bed, patted his chest and exhaled slightly. Even when he returned to the inn and was locked in the wing, his heart was still thumping.

It's so exciting!

Unexpectedly, that uncle is actually the Hell Lord!I didn't expect that she would send it to the door by herself!Fortunately, she found it early and let her slip away, or she would fall into his hands again!

She just said it!How could two people be so similar in shape?Even the eyebrows are exactly the same, and when the Hell Lord appeared in these six cities, this uncle would also appear here.

The Hell Lord’s Pharmacy is developing an antidote for thousands of years of cold toxin. This uncle also has thousands of years of cold toxin in his body. This is too coincidental. If she can't react any more, she might be a fool.

"No, it is estimated that these six cities can no longer stay, and now the things are almost bought, we should go to the black market to find Lengshuang first."

She turned over and jumped up from the bed, walked to the table and drank a cup, then went downstairs and the shopkeeper backed out of the room, and then led the shopkeeper to the stable behind. Who knows...

"This is my mount?"

She looked at a white horse pulled out by the shopkeeper, raised her brows lightly, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, showing a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

The shopkeeper was startled and asked: "Isn't this the son of the son? I heard Xiao Er said that the son of the son is white, and there is only this white horse!"

"What about the little second?"

"He quit his job this morning..." At this point, the shopkeeper's expression changed: "Could it be that he changed the son's horse?"

"Horse? Huh!"

Feng Jiu sneered: "My mount is a spirit beast, not a horse."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the shopkeeper hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry. There is no such thing as the son staying in our place. It is a fault in our management. Please wait a moment, I will send someone to the little second's house. He was a job who quit this morning, and he should be at home now."

Seeing the shopkeeper, she didn't know, and her expression eased, and said, "Let me take me there!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly responded, confessing that people looked at the inn and took Feng Jiu to the little Er's house by himself, but on the street they saw the smiling little Er was turning into the alley. go with.

"It's him! Where is he!" The shopkeeper pointed, and the words fell. When he saw the red shadow next to him, he had already moved forward. Seeing this, he quickly followed.

As for the other side, when Gray Wolf and Yingyi saw their master returning with an ugly face, they couldn't help being surprised.

The two looked at each other, the Gray Wolf paused, and asked cautiously: "Master, where's the ghost doctor? Why didn't he bring him back?"