The Peerless Doctor: The Black-bellied Poison Concubine

Chapter 142 Bewitched Palace (1)

Cliffs and cliffs, bottomless.

Right in front of him was a ten thousand zhang abyss, and that ferocious appearance seemed to be able to swallow everything.

What was even more surprising was that there were men in black armor standing on that steep place, all of them had black ghost faces, and their attire looked eerie like a ghostly Rakshasa.

If it weren't for the bright red spears in their hands, they would have almost merged with the rock behind them, and there was no one there unless they looked carefully.

As soon as Yun Yiran went out, she felt eyes focused on her. It has to be said that the eyes that are viewed as "New World" are really uncomfortable.

"Where is Leng Shui Mo?" Yun Yiran looked around and asked directly.

"..."

Unusual silence.

The atmosphere seems to have become extremely depressing...

Yun Yiran frowned slightly, and before he could speak, he felt a round little thing suddenly pounced on his arms: "Master! You finally came out!"

Seeing the ball, Yun Yiran sized it up immediately, seeing that it was not injured, he ignored it, and turned to look at the "ghost-faced Rakshasa" closest to her.

He asked again: "Where is Leng Shuimo?"

"..."

Calling his name again made everyone stunned.

In the next second, there was a sound of gasping for air reverberating all around.

The person who was called couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He glanced around, and when he saw that others were avoiding his eyes, he suddenly wanted to cry.

I saw that Yun Yiran's face was a little displeased, no matter who her gaze moved to, they would avoid it like a ghost!

After a few times like this, she simply didn't ask any more. Anyway, she just wanted to find Leng Shuimo to take her out, but even if she found him, she might not be willing to lead the way, so she just wandered around in the cave by herself...

Not long after walking, Yuanqiu couldn't help but said, "Master, we're back where we were."

This is the fourth time.

Only then did Yuanqiu realize that his master, who had no weaknesses, turned out to be... a road idiot!
"..."

Yun Yiran looked at the wonderful thing she had just left on the stone wall, and her face suddenly became gloomy, and her originally indifferent attitude became a little irritable!

Yes, she was really angry!

I saw that Yun Yiran glanced around, and simply shouted: "Cold ink!"

"..."

"Leng Shuimo, get out!"

"Cold ink! Cold ink!!! Cold ink!!!"

"..."

Yun Yiran's voice was extremely loud, and it seemed a little scary in this extremely empty place.

At this moment, the ghost-faced Rakshas who were guarding the side were all stunned. I believe that if they hadn't been wearing masks and couldn't see the expressions on their faces, some people would have widened their eyes and dropped their jaws to the ground.

Call him by his first name, and use the word "roll"!

The crowd couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, and some even began to mourn in their hearts.

Suddenly, a black figure flashed out from the black hole in the middle. With his arrival, it seemed that the surrounding temperature dropped in vain.

Seeing someone coming, Yun Yiran straightened his body: "Take me out."

"..."

Leng Shuimo didn't speak, but just floated in mid-air as if still, looking down at Yun Yiran from a high position, with an expression full of indifference.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The people present couldn't help but sympathize with Yun Yiran...

　It was too late yesterday to rob the ticket, so I will change the chapter earlier today, please leave the ticket to the palace master, please? (Mengmeng blinks her eyes~~)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)