The Magician's Female Apothecary

Chapter 149 Always So Suddenly (1)
The three of Murong Ying stood in the barrier, intending to take the opportunity to sneak out, but before reaching the door, a gust of cold wind blew in front of them, forcing them to take a few steps back. The silver needle made people feel very uncomfortable.

"This knife is really good..." Just by hearing that pleasant voice, one could tell that the person who came must be a beauty.

At this time, the originally dim main hall was suddenly shrouded in light, and it seemed that a white figure could be seen in the haze. The graceful posture made people stunned, and they all held their breaths and did not dare to move around. Only one face was covered with gauze. The woman walked in slowly, and wherever she passed, the ground seemed to be blooming like lotus flowers, exuding a coquettish beauty.

"Is she Yuesha?" One of the people in the crowd recognized the beautiful figure, as if his heart was in his throat.

"You said that she is the moon killer that even the head of the mercenary group is afraid of?" The other person couldn't help but marvel, and looked at the dazzling figure in the distance with disbelief.

Moon Killer, the weirdest killer in the mercenary group Moon, unknown person, unknown personality, only known to be bloodthirsty, hard to find traces.

"Looks like a very beautiful sister..." Murong Ying stretched her neck and looked forward, but her body was firmly fixed by the two people beside her, as if she was afraid to rush forward.

Just kidding, it's obvious that the other party is not here to make trouble for me, why should I cause trouble when I have nothing to do?
"Kill, I don't remember what we have to do with each other?" Long Aotian glanced at the figure in front of him lightly, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Under the veil of Moon Slaughter, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, a bloodthirsty smile flashed across his face, and he stared at the figure in front of him with stern eyes, "You should know the purpose of my coming..."

Long Aotian was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of displeasure in his heart, as if something in his heart had been seen through, "I will never agree to this..."

Hearing his decisiveness, Yue Sha didn't argue with him, and moved his right hand slightly, only to see a figure slowly appearing, "What if this is the case?"

Before everyone understood the meaning of their words, they raised their eyes and saw the familiar figure on the other side not far away. At this time, the person who had passed out was not their princess Long Yue?

"Yue'er..." Seeing his daughter being kidnapped like this, Long Aotian's mustache curled up and he stared angrily at the front, and he couldn't help tightening his hands on the chair.

Really didn't understand what they were talking about, Murong Ying tilted her head and glanced at the mentor Wushuang beside her, seeing that his gaze was fixed on the ethereal figure in front of her, sure enough this man likes beautiful women, she snorted coldly, It tasted a little bit.

"Pay attention to what she's carrying..." Zhan Wushuang didn't notice the change in the expression of the person beside him, and frowned slightly, with some caution.

Seeing what he said, Murong Ying looked forward. After a careful look, she found that the woman named Yuesha seemed to be carrying something on her back. It looked like a guqin. Could it be her weapon? ?
"Not much nonsense, I just want to know whether your precious daughter is more important or that thing is more important..." Yue Shou stretched out his hand, and had already firmly grasped Long Yue's neck, his bright red eyes seemed to spurt blood.

"Father, give her what it is, or Yue'er will really..." Long Shaochi hurried forward, looking ahead with worry. The situation is so critical at this time, it seems that there is no room for negotiation. It is important to protect one's own sister first.

Long Aotian glanced at him with a complicated expression, and kept silent, but he had already started various calculations in his heart, as if it was difficult to make a choice.

(End of this chapter)