Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Wen Yan, Murong Yi Xuan looked at him and looked at him with a deep voice: "No one can compare with her!" The voice fell and turned and walked out.

Murong Bo frowned and watched him stride away, worried that he would go to the Prince of Qingteng, still not personally keep up.

The royal family is as thin as paper, but for this son, he is extremely valued. Among his many sons, only his talent is the best. He also hopes that he can have a big role in the future. He does not want him. I am dragged by the feelings of my children.

Miss Fengjia, whether she wants or not, she has to become a woman of the Qing Teng! Only in this way, Yi Xuan will break her mind and concentrate on cultivation!

As Murong Bo worried, Murong Yixuan really found the palace where the Qing Teng Prince was staying. However, it was not easy to have a strong monk outside his palace.

"Working through the trouble, Murong Yi Xuan asked to see."

He looked at the monk who was covered in a gray coat and filled with a strong breath. His heart was deep. Sure enough, it is a person of a strong country. If such cultivation is in their glory days, the length of a family is more than enough.

The middle-aged man in gray coat gave him a glimpse of his condescending, cold voice: "His son is resting, who will not see."

Wen Yan, Murong Yi Xuan face sinking, is about to step forward, see the shoulder was held down, he turned slightly, see his father Wang pushed him back, laughing and said to the middle-aged man "Oh, the child admired the Prince for a long time. When he heard the Prince came to the palace, he wanted to come and see, and almost disturbed the Prince's Highness."

As soon as the sound fell, he looked back at the dark face of Murong Yixuan, and shouted: "I don't want to go back!"

"This king has something to say to His Royal Highness, and I also want to inform you." Murong Yixuan did not pay attention to him, but looked at the middle-aged man and said nothing.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in gray clothes glanced at the ugly face of Murong Bo, and his eyes fell on the face of Murong Yixuan. After looking at it, he said: "Tonight, you will see you at the dinner party." If there is anything to say, let's go now!"

"Come on! Give me the three kings to go out of the palace!"

Murong Bo sighed and screamed, and several guards came forward, but they did not dare to do anything to him, but respectfully said: "Three lords, please!"

Seeing this, Murong Yixuan was black and sullen, staring at the inside and glanced at it. Shen Sheng said: "Since I can't see the Prince of Qingteng, I will tell you aloud. Feng Fu, Miss Feng Feng, never promised this marriage. You still don't bother!"

When the sound fell, he ignored his ugly father, and his sleeves turned and left.

Murong Bo listened to a fire and straightened his head from the heart. He couldn't wait to have a good relationship with Qing Tengguo. He was behind his back. This is really damn!

"Oh, don't listen to him nonsense, talk to the Prince's Highness that there is no problem with this matter, no problem." After he lost his smile, he left.

After the two men left, the gray-haired middle-aged man walked in and told Nie Teng to report the matter just after he retired.

After hearing the words, the middle-aged man in black looked at the master who was licking his lips and said nothing. He hesitated and said: "A Fengfu district in the district does not dare to fight against our Qingteng country, let alone The master sees that she is her blessing, whether she wants or not, she will be the woman of the master."