"This leaf dust again." Beautiful appearance, with a foxy breath of her own quiet concubine, eyes revealed a little surprise, but turned to look at the side of Murong snow.

Mu Rongxue's face is expressionless at the moment, but if you look carefully, you can see that her hands are tightly grasped together. After a moment, they are released again. Obviously, her mood at the moment is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.

Noticing the change of Murong Xue's mentality and the killing of ancient Huang, there is almost no cover-up at this moment.

There's no way that outsiders don't understand the importance of Murong...