Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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"Bad boy, seeing this queen still not ritual?" Monsoon smoke slightly raised eyebrows.

The fire smirked and said nothing. The hands again ringed the waist of the monsoon smoke, and she picked her up when she was still in the future.

"Follow, my queen."

Monsoon smoke: "You are such a thin queen, do you know that you have to be beheaded?"

The fire is low and ridiculous, and the clear scorpion reflects the unpleasant face of the monsoon smoke. Wen said: "Gan Zhiru."

The monsoon smog, a slasher gently fell behind the neck of the fire, "Chopped."

"Well, cut it." The raging temper is screaming, and the tone is like a three-year-old doll.

The monsoon smoke deeply felt that he seemed to be being fooled.

"Don't you send this queen back to the palace?" Sample, so like to hold, crush you!

"Yes." The fire broke out with a serious nod, and the imperial wind of the monsoon smoked across the arms, and the pace steadily moved toward the valley.

The member of the Red Blood Brigade, who was at the entrance, looked stunned and looked at his queen and followed the little white face.

I did not expect the Queen to be a "love-loving" person!

Blue face disaster!

The fire broke out from the future, and the monsoon smoked his mind to rectify him. He did not give him directions. He was lazy in his arms. He still walked like a headless fly in the vast valley.

After waiting for a long time, the monsoon smoked: "Stupid, wrong, not this road."

The arm of the fire is as steady as the mountain, and it doesn't move. It is like a person, but a feather-like casual. He smiles at the bottom of his eyes and notices someone's bad thoughts, but he doesn't poke, let her Huo Huo, Man Without purpose, holding her in the Happy Valley, there is no bit of intolerance.

From the evening to the late night, the sky of the Happy Valley is hung high, the stars are all over the top of the head, the evening breeze is blowing, with a hint of coolness, refreshing.

The monsoon smoke is in the arms of the fire, and the small bat that has been hiding in the chest of the fire has been caught. It has not been seen for a long time. The little bat sees the monsoon smoke is very affectionate, and the little furry body is together. The hands of the monsoon smoke are coming and going.

"This little guy is thinner for you." The monsoon smoke looked at the small bat that was slap in the palm of his hand. It took so long that the little bat didn't grow up.

The growth period of the blood family is very long and far more complicated than human beings.

"Well, I didn't raise it." The fire broke out with a smile, and his eyes swept through the dark valley in front of him, as if looking for the next direction.

"I knew that I wouldn't give it to you." The monsoon smokes proudly.

The fire sneered, "Would you cut me again?"

"Hand sour, no interest." Monsoon flue.

The fire can't help but laugh, as if after seeing her, the smile on her face has not disappeared, and the sweet warmth from the bottom of my heart can't be suppressed.

I don't know how long it took. The fire still didn't see the shadow of the suspected city. When I looked down at my arms, I found that a guy with a bad heart didn't know when she fell asleep. The little bat was clumsy in her. The neck is out, as if seeking warmth.

The wind at night is always with the coolness of the silk.

Looking at the sleeping monsoon smoke, the eyes of the raging fire seemed to be able to drip out the water. He deliberately lightened his footsteps and suddenly turned his direction and headed for the galloping city of Tianting City.