The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

“Are you talking about that handsome, naughty teenager? He was taken by His Royal Highness the Yan Wang. ”

The white ghost stretched his tongue out and licked his lips, “It's his honor to be taken away! ”

'Cause our great King Yan has a crush on him. ”

Cold night's pupils suddenly contracted, Moran's heart spread all over him: “You said... what?! ”

The nigger laughed, “What's all this fuss about? It's a great honor to be seen by our Yan Wang. Besides, even if you're in a hurry, what's the use? The Yan King has already taken him for half an hour. ”

“I'm afraid I've already done what I have to do, hahaha...”

“I killed you--!!” The cold night was shaken and he had no sword in his hand, but he chopped it in the air.

But the blacks and whites changed their faces, shouting backwards.

They both had congenital cultivation, and the two practiced the same technique.

Together, it's four times five times more powerful.

Normally, even the innate high-ranking people kneel before them.

The two of them thought they were dealing with a cold night, but they got caught.

Unexpected, after a few fights.

Instead, they feel a great fear of life being threatened.

One minute later.

In the cold of the night, the neck of the nigger was clamped with one hand, and the sword of the other hand died against the heart of the white ghost.

His eyes are as cold as Hell Shura's.

He looks very different from his hippie smiley face on weekdays.

“Say, where's Yimei? How did you do it to him? With all his skill, how could you stop him?! ”

The cold nights have slowly calmed down.

Even if the Yan Wang Xiu of Haunted Market is necessarily tall, but who is Shadowy?

It is a cactus from the continent of cultivation, a leader who is admired in the polar realm.

How is it possible to be held hostage by a Yan Wang who plays martial arts in a district?

“We Yan Wang can do anything!” The nigger makes a noise, “as long as we Yan Wang want, we never get it. ”

“Yes, in Wu mainland, we look at the name of Yan Wang Xuan Silence in Jiangcheng, even bigger than the Ghost Emperor! ”

The cold night suddenly gave way to a shocking look on his face: “Xuan Shun?! ”

“Nice, just our great Yan Wang Xuan Shun! ”

“It is impossible for that Shadow to fall into the hands of our Yan Wang and want to retreat! Ha-ha-ha. But why isn't it his creation? Perhaps he is already obsessed with us Yan Wang at this moment...”

The blue muscle of the hand holding the sword erupted in the cold night.

Wang Jiangcheng Yan Wang is Xuan Shun?

Is he the one he knows about?

If it is Xuanlong, he has the little shadow...

The hands of the cold night began to tremble slightly, and the fear and impatience in the eyes almost overflowed.

= = =

When Yingmei woke up, she just felt powerless.

She wanted to run the spiritual power in her body, but it was as if all the spiritual power had been drained.

She frowned and turned around and found this a strange stone room.

She's pretty sure she's never been here before.

She's obviously picking the medicine Miss Jun asked for.

But suddenly I felt dizzy and unconscious.

But how is that possible?

Medicine on the martial arts continent, theoretically impossible for her.

Yingmei struggled to get up, but she moved for half a day, but couldn't even raise her hand.