Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Emperor, Jijia.

The gates of the Jijia are wide open at the moment, and the white sails are hung outside the gates.

People who walked outside the gates of the quarters couldn't help but stop and listened to the sorrows and joys coming from inside the door.

"How did the family come from?" The person who did not know the truth could not help but curiously ask.

The insider sighed: "Hey, it’s not a matter of Imperial College more than half a month ago."

"what does it mean?"

"After most of the month, the Imperial College did not suffer from the sneak attack of the Yaozu? This season's annihilator, Miss Nine, is in the Imperial College. I heard many people say that it was thanks to her to turn the tide and save it. There are a lot of people, but unfortunately..."

"It turned out to be her? I have heard that there was a student in this war that was particularly brave. I didn't expect it to be Miss Ji of the Ji family.

"Hey, Miss Nine is so sentimental. I heard that although she saved many people's lives, she was still unable to rescue her because she was too hurt."

When this was said, the onlookers around could not help but sigh. Unfortunately, a powerful annihilator fell.

In the hall of Jijia, there is a cloud.

Linghe and Zuo Nuo and other guards are now in the hall, everyone's face is ugly to the extreme, and the look is unprecedented confusion and sadness.

Standing on the opposite side of them, Ji Lingling looked sad and looked down at the tablet with the name of the monsoon. Instead, she stood on the side of her side. She didn’t see a bit of sorrow, and even the eyes contained a smile. meaning.

"Monsoon smoke will be worth it. Although it is dead, isn't there still a lot of people who are thinking about her?" The eyes of the seasons were not able to look at the mountain of gift boxes.

Those things were once sent to the Imperial College by the students who had been blessed by the monsoon. The funeral was carried out for three days. On the first day, the gates of the Jijia family were quickly trampled. The teenagers who came to mourn. Nothing is grief, and when you are away, you are already crying.

The season has been cold and looked at the three days and only felt unusually ironic.

The words of the seasons were introduced into the ears of Ling He and others, and they suddenly attracted their dissatisfaction. They raised their eyes and screamed at the season.

The seasons are not sneer at the sneer: "Look at what I do? Is there anything wrong with what I said? The death of the monsoon smoke has nothing to do with me. It is her own self-sufficiency. So many demon people, She also dared to mess up? Now that she is dead, but it hurts us to lose the armor of the quarter, I am a member of the Ji family, it is difficult, is not allowed to say a few words?"

The Imperial College was in trouble. It was a few days after the news reached the Imperial Capital. The family immediately rushed to the place where the injured were placed, and was ready to pick up the monsoon. I don’t know where the monsoon smoked. The figure, asked about a circle, no one knows if the monsoon smoke is still here.

At the moment, the family members of the season learned that all the people who had survived from the Imperial College had been transferred there. Many people could not be saved because of their injuries. If they could not find them, they would not survive. The hope is very embarrassing.

The family stayed in the vicinity of Imperial College for a few days. Seeing that the wounded had been picked up by the family, the soldiers staying there were also preparing to retreat. This concluded that the monsoon smoke was already suffering.