Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Ling Mohan chased it out, but he came back a little later and said to everyone that he was sorry: "The other party is coming fast, walking fast, and can't see whereabouts."

The pharmacist's guild listened to each other and shook his head. The rest of the president sighed: "This does not blame you. The people in the temple are originally ghosts, and their strength is strong. The teenagers are only staring at them because of his Refining talent."

"What is the power of the temple? Will my master be in danger?" Cold frost came to them and asked in a hurry.

The president of the black market came over and said: "The power of the temple is bigger than that of the black market. No matter whether it is a nebula or a force that the family can not afford, the lord is a strong man who sees the dragon without seeing the tail. No one knows where the base of the temple is, and the little brothers of the ghost doctors fall into their hands, I am afraid that it is fierce and less..."

"No! My master will not have anything!" She screamed loudly, her eyes coldly watching the black market president: "You black market has to help me find the master!"

"You can rest assured that we will inquire about the whereabouts of your master." President Ke did not deny this.

"You can rest assured that as far as I know, the temple has arrested a lot of alchemists and pharmacists in recent times. Maybe your master will not be in danger." The president of the pharmacist's guild said, sighed, good. An elixir is like a talent, but who knows that it is made by people in the temple.

Things spread like feathers in the wind, making people feel embarrassed, are guessing that the red boy is alive or dead?

However, with the advent of the night, a black figure quietly came to a house in a few leaps.

"See you!"

Sixteen black monks in the courtyard were respectful on one knee.

"Get up!"

The low and cold voice contained a powerful pressure. His robes squatted and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. He turned and sat down, and his face appeared.

It is a stunning beauty of the heavens, the five senses seem to be carved into the sky, the contours of the face are as sharp as a knife, but the chill is yet beautiful, under the sword, the pair is deep and full of mysterious light. The eyelids, introverted and sharp, the sharpness of the person, just a glance, it makes people involuntarily bow their heads, dare not meet his strong black pressure and sharpness.

Under the tall nose, it is a thin and **** lips. At this time, it is slightly squatting, and the body is revealing the cold and breathtaking atmosphere. The noble is like the god, and it is as fierce as the king of heaven and earth!

If Feng Jiu sees it at this time, he will be exclaimed: Uncle Ling!

Yes, the owner of this temple is the Ling Mohan who is familiar with Feng Jiu, and Ling Mohan is just a fake identity of a men who walked into the nebula as a mentor. The usual beard on his face is also After careful handling, it can be messed up.

"What happened to people?" The lord asked with a calm voice, and the low voice showed a hint of laziness and the momentum of the superior.

"Returning to the Lord, the kid who was caught was still unconscious, not awake." A black monk said respectfully.

"Let's be optimistic, and go back to the temple with the monarch tomorrow."

When I heard this, the 16 black monks were all happy: "Is the master going back to the temple?"

When the sound fell, I heard the back guard screaming: "Not good! The kid is going to escape!"