C79 The dying city of Murong

The magnetic voice whispered into Han Zi Mo's ear. The warm breath just lightly sprayed on Min Yue. Feeling his earlobes, Han Zi Mo awkwardly stood up, "It's pretty good, I can't even recognize myself anymore. Th-then you should hurry up and disguise yourself, so that Crown Prince won't be able to recognize you."

"Master, under the treatment of the medicinal masters