Enchantress Amongst Alchemists: Ghost King’s Wife

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The phoenix stunned the light and flashed a ray of red light, lifted the scorpion, and the **** red eye was firmly fixed on the woman in front of him. The tone was so firm.

"I will never forget you, and I will never hurt you!"

The man’s gaze was so firm, so that Mu Ruyue snorted, and then smiled shallowly: “I wish... so...”

......

The breeze blew through, the mountains entangled in the clouds, the clothes were swaying, and the woman looked up at the sky infiltrated in front, and the tone was cold like ice.

"Yu Lan, did she come to Xianzhimen?"

Youlan half-squatted on the ground, respectfully said: "The young master, the woman named Mu Ruyue, has indeed come to the fairy medicine door, but the night is not dusty at her side, she is with a person called Feng Fengtian The man knows, the man seems to see her eyes are not the same..."

The woman chilled her lips: "Since she is here, he must be not far away, Youlan, don't shoot her first, now I can't expose myself too much."

"Yes, less master," said Anyan, who continued to say, "Lord, the doorkeeper is back?"

"Well, I know." The woman nodded faintly and had no extra expression.

She just borrowed this body, and she has no feelings for the body's mother, and she only wants this powerful talent like the talent and the medical fairy door...

"Less Lord," Youlan hesitated for a while, saying, "The doorman seems to be receiving a distinguished guest. I seem to hear that this guest is the master of the medical fairy, and the son of that adult. The true master of the medical fairy door! If you can make good friends with him, maybe you are more beneficial to the adults."

The woman was silent, and she only raised her cold face for a long time. The cold voice seemed to make people's blood freeze.

"I know, you go down first, I will go see who the man is."

......

In the luxurious hall, when the woman just stepped in, she saw the man sitting in the first seat. Even if he had seen a beautiful man who was dusty at night, after seeing the man in front of him, his eyes still did not feel the amazing. color.

If the night is clean, it is the kind of evil spirit, like a man like Shura, but the front can be described as extraordinary.

She has never seen it, there is a person who can be so ignorant of the world, cold like the fairy who does not eat human fireworks.

A silver wire fluttered in the wind, passing through the white to the almost transparent face. The man’s slender fingers hold the cup in front of him, and the movements of tea are so beautiful and moving.

He is clean with the night, is two different temperament, but it is the same perfect.

However, the stunning is only a fleeting moment, and the woman is coming back.

For her, the man who is cruel and ruthless in the night can attract her, but the people in front of her are too cold and immortal, giving people a feeling of not being true.

More importantly, a fairy-like man is generally not hand-stained with blood. A man who is too clean is not her heart...

However, such a man can also be pleasing to the eye.

The fairy-like man raised his head slightly, and the light was thrown at the bottom to get the woman. His eyes were full of coldness, and there was no gentleness when he faced Mu Ruyue.

"Feng Er, are you coming back?" The middle-aged woman sitting in the head of the man suddenly got up and smiled and said, "I introduce you, this is Murong Qingchu, Murong Gongzi..."

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Ps: Eleven chapters, the four owed are all made up. In addition, I complained a few words. When I was 3 or 4, some people said that I was less, and when I was six, I said less, and ten said more, since I don’t care less. It’s all less, then I’m better off recovering the 3rd and 4th again. Anyway, it’s the same, some even more. I don’t care more, I only say that I am more three or four chapters. Ok, I don’t know how it is. The number of chapters is == Say I am only so much, is it really necessary to recover so much. . . . .