Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Linghe and other people take a breath of cool air and look at the whole Shenglong empire. They will be so disgusted with the master of the state, just afraid that there is only one such as monsoon smoke.

It\'s just that they\'re smart enough to pretend they didn\'t hear anything.

After all

It\'s a bit embarrassing. Their young lady is really wrong.

Liu Huo\'s face turns white a little bit, and his complicated eyes look at the angry side face of monsoon smoke. His heart beats faster unconsciously. His hands hanging on his side are already sweaty.

"Miss, if this is the case, this matter Do you want to talk to the national teacher? " Linghe carefully proposed that the eldest princess was Royal after all, and was deeply loved by the saint Dragon Emperor. If she stared at her, the monsoon smoke would be really troublesome.

"No! I don\'t want to see him in my life. " Monsoon smoke refused without hesitation.

The face of Liuhuo is even worse.

Linghe dare not say a word. Xinglou has helped monsoon smoke twice, but But it caused a big trouble for the monsoon smoke. This It\'s hard to say.

"Go back to Jijia first." The monsoon smoke squinted.

It\'s called a suffocation. The other side is the royal family. She can\'t rush to beat the big princess. It\'s estimated that even if she and the big Princess explain that she doesn\'t have any idea about the Star Tower, the big princess will only watch people cut her down.

Depressed

It\'s depressing!

At the thought of the face of the Star Tower and the monsoon smoke, I can\'t help recalling the sudden kiss of the Star Tower. Her restless heart suddenly jumped, making her mind more upset.

Suddenly, what did monsoon smoke think of? She subconsciously looked at the flow of fire, but found

Liu Huo\'s face turned ugly unconsciously.

The monsoon smoke panicked.

"Little Liuhuo, I have nothing to do with that stupid national teacher. Don\'t think about it." The monsoon smoke hastily explained to the streamer.

The lips of the fire moved slightly, but the face became more ugly.

"Don\'t worry, I\'ll never see that guy again. I hate him." The monsoon smoke is afraid of being misunderstood, so it\'s almost impossible to swear.

Fire, "..."

I really want to spit blood.

The heart and mouth seem to beat a fist, but Liuhuo can only suppress the impulse of spitting blood, and it is possible to let his face relax a little.

He wanted to smile at the monsoon smoke, but the muscles on his face were stiff.

The monsoon smoke broke my heart.

I\'ve made up my mind to take a detour when I see the Star Tower.

Yu Zu\'s unexplained monsoon smoke can only push this full of sadness to Ji\'s head. The princess can\'t move for a while, and Lei\'s family has been beaten up. Now only Ji\'s family is still dancing.

With a body of anger, the monsoon smoke led Ling He and others to Jijia.

In the hall of Ji\'s family, Ji chieftain and others did not leave immediately after they came back. Instead, they sat in the hall together and waited for the coming "good news".

Ji Qingchang\'s eyes are full of expectation. From time to time, she looks out and waits for the news that the people hiding near the cemetery are dead without being buried.

Soon, a guard of Jijia rushed in from outside the gate.

The eyes of all the members of the Ji family were shocked, and then they all looked at the man.