Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The death of Lei Xu will bring much trouble to Jicheng. No one can be sure that what happened today is like a lingering nightmare shrouded in the hearts of everyone who has witnessed everything.

They fear the strong strength of the monsoon smoke, but they are equally grateful that the monsoon smoke does not kill the innocent nature. Only in the heart of self-declaration must not provoke the Lord, after all, no one is willing to follow the footsteps of Lei Su .

In addition to the monsoon smoke, this time Yang Lan is even more impressive, which makes Linghe and other guards surprised. Although Yang Hao is tall and mighty, but after being carved out by monsoon smoke, it is not going to mine the mine every day, that is, 杵In their own room, they didn't move, so that they didn't even think of Linghe. Yang Hao's combat power was so embarrassing, more brave than their former warriors!

As a result, Yang Lan had just received many adoring eyes when he returned to Fuchu. Many of the guards were surrounded by blood, and a "Yang Yang Big Brother" called not to be very affectionate, but the enthusiastic guards were still noisy. Drag Yang Lan to drink.

The monsoon smoke looked at Yang Lan, who was surrounded by everyone. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, you are all scattered. Don't hang him. If the wood is soaked, it may be a mushroom."

As a reminder of the monsoon smoke, all the talents suddenly realized that Yang Lan is not the same as them. This wine, Yang Lan is afraid that he can't drink it.

"Yang Hao, you come with me first." Ji Fengyan swayed Yang Lan, and Yang Lanmu followed his face.

Yang Hao has a lot of killings in this war. He only knows how to follow the instructions of the monsoon smoke. There is no concern, so after the first battle, although most of the blood is splashed on the scales, some mottled blood can still be seen. Printed on his hands and cheeks.

If this is not handled, wait until the blood is soaked in the wood. I am afraid that Yang Lan can really become a "big face".

Monsoon smoke set out to clean up the blood stains on Yang Lan's body. Fortunately, she handled it in time, and the blood was not immersed in the wood to create Yang Lan. The original purpose of the monsoon smoke was only for mining, but now that Yang Lan participated in the battle, the monsoon smoke found the place that was previously ignored.

The wood used to build Yang Lan is a bit chilly. The monsoon smoke once again checks whether Yang Lan has any defects. He once again wondered if Yang Yan should be replaced with a wooden top.

"The lady..." Linghe stood outside the door and sneaked his head.

“Well?” After the check of the monsoon smoke, Yang Lan was allowed to move freely. Yang Lan left silently and Ling He came in.

"Miss, now that Lei Xu is dead, the people in the city estimate that you will soon know that you are the real city owner of Jicheng. Look at... When do we move?" Ling Hedao.

The monsoon smog Bhagba eyes look at this Linghe, "moving?"

"Yeah, although this house is now tossed by us, but... after all, it’s worn out. You are the city owner here, and you should move to the city government." Linghe’s decisive opening, it’s rare for them to be a knife. Is it not a step in place?

The monsoon smoked a small mouth and waved his hand in the absence of interest. "Forget it."

"Ah?" Linghe was a little worried.

"The city government has lived for such a long time as the people like Lei Xu. That place, even if I am asked to live, I will not live." Monsoon flue.