Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor

Ling Mohan chased him out, but he returned soon afterwards, and said apologetically to everyone: "The other party came quickly and walked quickly. Nowhere is there anymore."

The members of the Pharmacist Guild shook their heads one by one, and President Yu sighed, “It’s not to blame you. The people in Yan Dian are all supernatural and powerful. The young man was stared at because of him. Refining talent."

"What kind of power is Yan Dian? Will my master be in danger?" Leng Shuang came to them and asked urgently.

The president of the black market came over and said: "The power of Yandian is greater than that of the black market. Whether it is a force that can't be offended by the Nebula Academy or other families, the Lord of the Hell is even a strong man who sees the dragon and sees the end , No one knows where Yan Dian’s base is, the little brother ghost doctor fell into their hands.

"No! My master will be fine!" She drank loudly and looked at the president of the black market with cold eyes: "You black market must help me find the master!"

"Don't worry, we will inquire about your master's whereabouts." Chairman Ke did not decline this point.

"You can rest assured. As far as I know, Yan Dian has arrested a lot of alchemists and pharmacists in recent times. Maybe your master will not be in danger." The president of the pharmacist guild said, sighed, good. A panacea contest originally wanted to select talents, but who knew it was made like this by the people of Yan Dian.

Things spread like feathers in the wind, making people sigh, all wondering whether the boy in red is alive or dead?

However, as night fell, a black figure came silently to a house in a few vertical jumps.

"Knock to the Hell Lord!"

The sixteen black monks in the courtyard respectfully saluted on one knee.

"Get up!"

The deep and cold voice contained powerful pressure. With a flick of his robe, he sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. After turning and sitting down, his face was also revealed.

It is a beautiful face that is astonishing as heaven and human. The facial features seem to be carved in detail. The facial contours are as sharp as a knife. It is cold but beautiful. Under the sword eyebrows, the pair is deep and contains mysterious light. His eyes were introverted with sharp and sharp sharpness, just one glance made people involuntarily lower their heads, not daring to meet his sharp black pupils with powerful pressure and sharpness.

And under that tall nose, there is a thin and sexy lips, which he is pursing slightly at this time, and his body is full of cold breath, noble like a god, and as fierce as the king of heaven and earth!

If Feng Jiu saw it at this time, he would definitely exclaim: Uncle Ling!

That’s right, the master of the Yan Temple, the Lord, is exactly Ling Mohan, whom Feng Jiu is familiar with, and Ling Mohan is just a fake identity of his mentor walking outside into the nebula. The big beard on his face usually passes Pasted after meticulous processing, it's a mess.

"What's the matter with people?" The Hell Lord asked calmly, his low voice revealing a trace of laziness and the aura of the superior.

"Back to the Lord, the kid who was caught is still in a coma, not awake." A black-clothed monk said respectfully.

"Take good care of people, and go back to Yandian with my monarch tomorrow."

Hearing this, the sixteen black-clothed monks were all overjoyed: "Is the master going back to Yandian?"

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly heard the guard behind him exclaiming: "No! That kid is going to run away!"