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

Muang picked a brow, peach blossom eyes lazy and gazed, “poison you, if you eat poison me, but if you want to guarantee the deliciousness of our three meals, how about that? Of course, don't blame me if you're not as good as someone else getting killed. ”

Forgiveness is an uncontaminated pervert, and it's rare to be silent for a moment.

The atmosphere between the two is harmonious and fraternal. Who would have thought that the topic they were talking about was how to poison each other?

The long lashes covered under the redness slightly trembled.

Even if there is a barrier, Muay feels the burning and exciting sight projected on her.

She snapped in her heart.

She had suspected before that this was not even blind until it was stained.

This is all the more proof of the speculation in my mind.

But if you're not blind, why are you covering your eyes with red tapestry?

I was wondering, listening to the teenager's low and touching voice in his ear: "Okay! I agree. Next, please instruct Muento! ”

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“Is this a haunting place? ”

Listening to noisy people, smelling the mess coming from the surface, Muay couldn't help but feel a little tranced.

Everything here gives her a distant sense of familiarity.

It was also in her previous life, when she was sold into the ghost market cave by the heart of Gong Qianxue.

It is home to the lowest, most ferocious and most insidious human beings on the entire martial arts continent.

They can kill for a bite.

You can also sell your body for survival without hesitation.

Throughout the cave, there will always be the smell of chaos, violence and suffocating rot.

The haunted spot in front of you, though not as bloody as a cave of millions, is a weak predator.

After all, the haunted ground is open to people, and once the caves are sent in, there is little chance of escape.

But the cruelty, the tyranny and the creeps that breed in despair are the same as in all mansions.

The ground of the haunted ground is muddy.

Occasionally, a few kids in broken clothes run over screaming and spill a stinking mud.

The wooden dwelling stands seven vertical and eight woods, drawing several staggered halls.

As long as there is a gap between the two sides of the hall, you can see someone setting up stalls or begging on the floor.

Some of the wooden houses were filled with painful wails.

There are also cabin doors that stand neatly dressed men and women.

They dress up, give a glorious look, and sip at the pedestrians who come and go.

“Sir, come in and have a seat! We have sister flowers here to make sure you are satisfied. ”

“Woman, stay back! Look at this teenager. He's so thin and sturdy, you can have as much fun as you want! ”

……

Mu Yan and the two people who had not dyed immediately walked into the haunted ground attracted countless gazes.

Of course, it's not Mu Yan that attracts attention.

After spending more than a dozen days in the clouds, Muay looks no better than a wildling beggar.

The clothes are shattered, the hair is knotted, the face is muddy, and the smell is all over the body, just like this haunting field.

Unstained but quite the opposite of her.

Juveniles are dressed in snow and white robes, and even the shoes on their feet are spotless.

A dark hair drifts like clouds, like ink like waterfalls.

The bright red satin was covered on his face, making his skin appear more and more white as a jade and his thin lips pale and powdery.

The smooth, perfect curve extends from the two flaps to the chin to the delicate clavicle.

The whole teenager is like a piece of art carved out of white jade.