My apprentice in Douluo is the Pope

Chapter 195 Murong Begonia's Illness ([-]) Please recommend!
To be honest, Yang Zi'an guessed the purpose of these rabbit girls, cat girls and snake girls from the very beginning. It was just that some human beings and nobles were tired of playing with human girls and wanted to play something different.

But the profession of soul master is destined to be not so easy to touch, even if they have money, they dare not catch cat soul masters and rabbit soul masters to play, but they can only give up the second best.

But even so, the behind-the-scenes industry chain is still horrifying, or the interests involved are huge, and it is no longer measurable by millions of gold soul coins.

Even if it is over [-] million, Yang Zi'an will not find it strange.

But since I have encountered it today, I will naturally investigate this matter to the end, arrest those who should be caught, and kill those who should be killed, even if the prince is traced, I will still be killed!

"Haitang, this matter can only be handled by you personally. Remember my words, don't be afraid, once you check it out, you will take these signs."

As Yang Zi'an said, he gave Murong Haitang three or four brands, all of which were the top brands of Wuhundian, Tiandou Empire, and Star Luo Empire.

"Okay!" Murong Haitang nodded obediently, even if Yang Zi'an refused to give up this order, she would definitely investigate to the end.

Murong Haitang fired a signal flare towards the sky, and the hidden guards waiting in the distance immediately rushed to deal with the follow-up matters, including arranging these people and dealing with the dead bodies.

Seeing Murong Haitang's sullen look, Yang Zi'an told the secret guards, and led Murong Haitang towards the woods outside the valley.

"What's the matter, Haitang, feeling uncomfortable?" Yang Zian walked in front with his hands behind his back, and Murong Haitang quietly followed behind.

Because the mountain road is relatively muddy, Murong Haitang simply didn't walk, but stepped on a piece of thin ice that she had condensed every step she took, trying her best not to be polluted.

Murong Haitang listened to Yang Zi'an's words, and nodded silently, as a tacit consent.

Although she has been in charge of the dark guard for many years and has seen many dark sides, the impact on her today is too great.

How can there be such perverted people in this world, and there are groups of them, for their own entertainment and hobbies, they would find human women to mate with wild women...

Yang Zi'an sighed softly, and continued: "This is actually nothing, we just met Qingqing, and now society is progressing, although there will be many dark sides, but there are more bright sides."

"Because of the existence of your killers in the mainland, there is a lot less dark side, which is enough. And Haitang, look, these thousands of lights, aren't they worthy of your protection?"

Yang Zian happened to have reached the top of the mountain at this time, and Murong Haitang followed him up, and he naturally saw the scenes at the bottom of the mountain. Several small villages not far away have returned to their former prosperity, and the people who fled have come back to live. The sparse lights flicker in the night.

Murong Haitang suddenly seemed to understand something. The road she walked was originally a heroic road. At this moment, because of Yang Zian's enlightenment, her road seemed to be sublimated again.

"Thank you, thank you..." Murong Haitang uttered these words in a rare way, and then she saw Yang Zian casually sitting on the top of the mountain, and she didn't think her clothes were soiled by the mud.

Yang Zian looked at Murong Haitang who was still stepping on the ice, and waved helplessly: "Sit down, sit down and talk."

Murong Haitang shook her head, telling her to sit down, might as well let her commit suicide.

But Yang Zian didn't care about this, he directly grabbed Murong Haitang's still cold little hand, and then pulled her into his arms, no matter how Murong Haitang twisted her delicate body, he would not be moved.

"Let go, let go..." Murong Haitang felt her heart beating fast at this moment, and she couldn't wait to leave Yang Zian's embrace.

But Yang Zian tightly wrapped Murong Haitang's body with his hands, and put his arms around her waist, feeling the fragrance of the beauty.

Every female apprentice who was intimate with Yang Zian seemed to have her own unique fragrance, for example, Bibi Dong's had a noble scent, while Meng Yiran and Hu Liena's were charming and seductive.

But the fragrance on Murong Haitang's body gave people a cold and glamorous feeling, as if they were independent from the whole world, coming out of the mud alone without being stained, which made Yang Zian enjoy it very much.

After struggling for a while, Murong Haitang gave up struggling when she saw that she couldn't get away, and just stuck to Yang Zian's body, allowing Yang Zian to hold her, but her delicate body was straight and straight, as if she was very nervous.

"Haitang, have you really digested all the power of your original medicine under my Jinhua?" Yang Zian suddenly remembered something, and continued to hug Murong Haitang and asked.

Murong Haitang looked at Yang Zi'an with wide eyes. She naturally understood the meaning of Yang Zi'an's question. Back then, in order to resolve the horror, she had to eat the master's. Now that it's been so long, Yang Zi'an Bringing up old things again, the meaning is self-evident.

But the problem now is that the horse rider is on the top of the mountain, and it's still in the wild, so it can't be done?
But Yang Zi'an's gaze made Murong Haitang a little hard to resist. Looking at Yang Zi'an's expectant eyes, Murong Haitang remembered how she felt at the top of Wuming Mountain, and finally spit out two words: "No..."

As soon as these two words were uttered, Yang Zian immediately hugged Murong Haitang even tighter!

This is in the wild on the top of the mountain. Once Murong Haitang uttered this sentence, it means that she is willing to have sex with her, 野#!
But after a while, Yang Zian angrily put down his hand on Murong Haitang's waist.

"Why is your belt so tight, you can't untie it at all!"

Murong Haitang gave Yang Zian a blank look, but still slowly untied her black belt.The black wrap inside was exposed.

A set of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder must be neat and tidy!

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(End of this chapter)