Chapter 8 (1/2)

She found a black cloak in the cupboard and put it on her body. The brim of the hat was very low. She covered her face tightly. She opened the door and went out.

Liuyun Pavilion is in the most remote backyard of Princess Chang's mansion. If you didn't bully Huang Beiyue, no one would come.

Two or three meters high wall she easily turned out, although there is no internal power, but what she learned in modern times can not be forgotten.

Even in this era, she is also a master of external skill!

Linhuai, the capital city of the south wing country, is a huge city with a long history, with a large population and developed industries.

Walking on the street, the buildings on both sides of the main road are magnificent. The broad street can accommodate more than ten carriages running side by side, and the shops on both sides are busy and lively.

There are many merchants from various countries on the street, many in strange clothes, so the North moon in a big black cloak has not attracted much attention.

The burgill market in the east of the city is the largest trading market in the south wing country. There are not only trades in various kinds of medicinal materials, crystal stones and treasures, but also mercenary unions here. Every day, hundreds of mercenaries come here to take on tasks or sell their own materials.

Before, Huang Beiyue had never been to the burgill market. He walked to the door with his memory. There was a roar of people inside. Many strong mercenaries came in and out.

Several mercenaries with big size, dark skin and strong muscles passed in front of Huang Beiyue. Her height was only to the waist of those mercenaries!

”Hahaha! Little hairy doll, don't come here to play! ” Said a mercenary in a low voice.

The mercenary is straightforward and easy-going. Huang Beiyue has been in contact with many people in modern times, so he is not scared.

Nodding toward them, yubeiyue nimbly slips in from the crowd.