Chapter 59

Name:Medicinal Immortal Author:Feng Jiong
"Let's wait and see." She smilingly squinted a pair of eyes, stood up and said: "I will go back first, if nothing, don't look for me." Then he went back.

"The boy's tone is really big. He doesn't know where our Lord Ye's house is." Black wind snorted coldly and said, "master, I'll take care of this boy after three days! As for his temper, if you put him by the side of the master, he will certainly cause trouble to the master. "

Mo Ye is playing with the tea cup and orders: "tell me, let the people in the house be vigilant, don't let him run away." The three layers of guards inside and outside the palace can't really keep an eye on a young boy?

"Yes Heifeng took his orders and answered, then went down to explain.

Mo Ye thinks that Tang Ning will act soon, but he doesn't want to. For the rest of the day, when he is full, he wanders around the mansion and talks with people in the mansion, as if he has forgotten the three-day period.

The first day is the same, the second day is the same, in a flash, to the third day.

"Has he not moved yet?" Mo Ye's slender fingers gently tap on the table.

"No, I'm full of food and sleep all day, or I'm just wandering around the house. Master, would this boy have made up his mind to stay?" Black wind can't help but ask, because he didn't see that little monk has a little bit to want to run.

Mo Ye's finger slightly stops, way: "let the person raise vigilance, this person's mind is extraordinary, he suppresses not to move, is bound to be looking for the most suitable opportunity."

He had a kind of intuition. If the little monk didn't do it, he would be astonished if he made a gesture. Now he held back, but he had a bad feeling in his heart, as if the little monk was about to slip away from him.

Sure enough, in the evening, that feeling came true.

"Master! Not good Dark one facial expression is ugly to support the wall to walk in, the forehead still seeps cold sweat, way: "that little monk is really missing!"

Hearing this, Mo ye, who is in luck in the room, moves slightly. A faint light passes through his eyes. Knowing that the boy has left, he asks, "how are the people in the mansion?" From the moment he felt his body was weak, he noticed that he was wrong, but he didn't expect such a big somersault.

"People in the house, people in the house..." Dark a hang down head, some can't say.

"Say it He had a cold voice and a drink.

"Like the soft muscle powder, all collapsed to the ground, without exception!"

"What about the black wind?" Mo Ye asks.

"He was knocked out when he was found in the guest house." Dark one said, think of the whole house people actually all silent medicine, he can't help but feel cold.

That boy is terrible!

If he had a heart to kill them, the situation of the people in the mansion would not be as simple as paralysis.

To this day, he still feels incredible.

They are all people with cultivation. Ordinary soft muscle powder has no effect on them, let alone the powerful people like the master. However, no one in the whole house can escape.

How good is the young man who can use medicine so much?

Mo Ye takes the palm of his luck and slowly exhales a breath. He comes out with a negative hand and looks out into the dark night sky. His voice is calm.

"This man is by no means an ordinary man."