As far as the eye can see, there is a long purple dress, waterfall-like black hair held up with silver hairpins, and a light gauze tent with a faint scent of cigarette smoke.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was still in this world.

"Girl, are you awake?"

A little boy with a bun opened the curtain and walked in. He was dressed in white and was probably only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Where is this?"

He got out of bed, glanced at the elegantly decorated room, and asked coldly.

"This is Poison Fang Pavilion. This bowl of herbal medicine has just been boiled. When the girl wakes up, drink it while it's hot." With that said, the boy in white put the bowl of hot medicine on the table.

"medicine?"

Ling Mulao frowned. She didn't remember that she was poisoned or injured.

"The gentleman said that the girl was scratched by a thorn. If it is not treated in time, it may leave a scar."

Seeing this, the boy in white lowered his head and explained.

"No need!"

Waving his hand, Ling Mulao curled his lips and refused coldly,

After being a killer for 6 years, would she have suffered less injuries? However, her skin is also magical. No matter how severe the injury is, the scars will disappear automatically in half a year at most.

"By the way, where is your husband?"

Ling Mulao remembered that it was the man in dark green robes who tapped his acupuncture points and then fell unconscious. The gentleman in the boy's mouth was probably that man.

"Sir is in the yard, but girl..."

Before the boy in white finished speaking, Ling Mulao had already stepped out, completely unaware of what the person behind him said.

The weather in Poison Fang City is hot and hot all year round, but the climate in Poison Fang Pavilion is humid and warm.

Above the head, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the clouds are within reach. The breeze blows by, carrying a slight coolness. The air is slightly thin, but because of the lush vegetation here, there is no obvious feeling.

Ling Mulao was walking in the courtyard. Although she couldn't see the outside scene, based on her geographical knowledge, she roughly estimated that this place should be at the top of the cliff.

Because of the suitable climate, the flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom and colorful. Some of them were things Ling Mulao had seen before, but most of them were unheard of and unseen.

The courtyard is twists and turns, with jagged and strange rocks scattered in all directions. As soon as one walks in, a thin layer of mist rises, blurring the line of sight.

Strange stone array!

The corners of Ling Mulao's lips curled up, and a disdainful smile slowly appeared between his brows.

This formation does no harm at all, but it will make people get lost in it. If they can't find the correct route, they will be like a ghost hitting a wall and never get out.

However, for Ling Mulao, this was a piece of cake. When studying formations, the strange stone needle was the first formation she learned.

The speed of his feet did not slow down, and he was walking as fast as flying. In the thick mist, he could see fluttering purple clothes, and in the blink of an eye, he had penetrated through the jagged rocks.

Before our eyes, the white mist gradually disappeared, the sun shone brightly, and there was actually a pink peach blossom forest on the top of the mountain.

On the branches, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the petals stretch or unfold, swaying in the breeze, and the subtle fragrance floats, the most amazing and enchanting one.

The wind blows, and the petals that were knocked off by yesterday's drizzle roll up to the ground, fluttering like a pink snow, as beautiful as an ink painting.

Looking blankly at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Ling Mulao felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. It seemed that he had seen this scene before, but he could no longer tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Throwing away the distracting thoughts in her mind, Ling Mulao stepped away. As far as her eyes could see, she saw a long purple dress, waterfall-like black hair held up with silver hairpins, and a light gauze tent filled with light smoke.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was still in this world.

"Girl, are you awake?"

A little boy with a bun opened the curtain and walked in. He was dressed in white and was probably only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Where is this?"

He got out of bed, glanced at the elegantly decorated room, and asked coldly.

"This is Poison Fang Pavilion. This bowl of herbal medicine has just been boiled. When the girl wakes up, drink it while it's hot." With that said, the boy in white put the bowl of hot medicine on the table.

"medicine?"

Ling Mulao frowned. She didn't remember that she was poisoned or injured.

"The gentleman said that the girl was scratched by a thorn. If it is not treated in time, it may leave a scar."

Seeing this, the boy in white lowered his head and explained.

"No need!"

Waving his hand, Ling Mulao curled his lips and refused coldly,

After being a killer for 6 years, would she have suffered less injuries? However, her skin is also magical. No matter how severe the injury is, the scars will disappear automatically in half a year at most.

"By the way, where is your husband?"

Ling Mulao remembered that it was the man in dark green robes who tapped his acupuncture points and then fell unconscious. The gentleman in the boy's mouth was probably that man.

"Sir is in the yard, but girl..."

Before the boy in white finished speaking, Ling Mulao had already stepped out, completely unaware of what the person behind him said.

The weather in Poison Fang City is hot and hot all year round, but the climate in Poison Fang Pavilion is humid and warm.

Above the head, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the clouds are within reach. The breeze blows by, carrying a slight coolness. The air is slightly thin, but because of the lush vegetation here, there is no obvious feeling.

Ling Mulao was walking in the courtyard. Although she couldn't see the outside scene, based on her geographical knowledge, she roughly estimated that this place should be at the top of the cliff.

Because of the suitable climate, the flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom and colorful. Some of them were things Ling Mulao had seen before, but most of them were unheard of and unseen.

The courtyard is twists and turns, with jagged and strange rocks scattered in all directions. As soon as one walks in, a thin layer of mist rises, blurring the line of sight.

Strange stone array!

The corners of Ling Mulao's lips curled up, and a disdainful smile slowly appeared between his brows.

This formation does no harm at all, but it will make people get lost in it. If they can't find the correct route, they will be like a ghost hitting a wall and never get out.

However, for Ling Mulao, this was a piece of cake. When studying formations, the strange stone needle was the first formation she learned.

The speed of his feet did not slow down, and he was walking as fast as flying. In the thick mist, he could see fluttering purple clothes, and in the blink of an eye, he had penetrated through the jagged rocks.

Before our eyes, the white mist gradually disappeared, the sun shone brightly, and there was actually a pink peach blossom forest on the top of the mountain.

On the branches, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the petals stretch or unfold, swaying in the breeze, and the subtle fragrance floats, the most amazing and enchanting one.

The wind blows, and the petals that were knocked off by yesterday's drizzle roll up to the ground, fluttering like a pink snow, as beautiful as an ink painting.

Looking blankly at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Ling Mulao felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. It seemed that he had seen this scene before, but he could no longer tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Chapter completed!