Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The monsoon smoked back to her own residence, and as soon as the fire broke into her room, she saw that in the neat room, the round small squad was rolling on the back of Bai Ze with her short limbs. As soon as the small corps saw the fire, it suddenly became a spurt, and a smog slammed down from the back of Bai Ze. The four little hooves shivered and held the hoof of Bai Ze, and looked at the fire with tears.

The fire did not notice the reaction of the small group, but the monsoon smoke was placed on the bed with a light hand, and he sat at the bedside.

"Small Master, I am going to prepare a room for you, you should rest and rest first." Ling He smiled at the opening.

The fire broke his head and shook his head. "No, I am not tired. You should go ahead, I want to sit here for a while."

Linghe’s eyes turned, and I couldn’t hear the meaning of the words in the fire. So I looked at the monsoon smoke silently. I thought that my young lady had always bullied this beautiful boy, and I didn’t think much, consciously from the room. Retired and brought the door intimately.

In the room, Bai Ze was honestly squatting on the side, hiding behind a small shiver of shivering, the little bat as a bat, fluttering his wings and falling on the corner of Bai Ze, watching the bitter little scorpion. The round eyes are full of curiosity.

Sitting on the edge of the bed quietly, watching the face of the monsoon smoke, clearly engraved in the bottom of my heart, but I do not know why, always not enough.

The gaze of the fire glides from the eyebrows of the monsoon smoke over the lips that are slightly open, and if there are three corners of the corners of the eyes.

The small bat slammed into the belly of Bai Ze, and Bai Ze lowered his head and squatted. The small scorpion only showed a shivering little **** outside.

A smile slid over the lips of the fire, he slowly lowered his head, strong arms on both sides of the monsoon smoke head, slowly ... down.

The monsoon smoke does not know when he was asleep. He clearly has the thought of rectifying the fire, but he can’t stand the warmth of the fire. He even fell asleep without feeling, and he felt a steady feeling. Uploaded a piece of warmth, it seems that there is something in the mouth that is looting.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and it was the scorpion of the smoldering scorpion, scorning the obsession with sleep.

The fire did not think that the monsoon smoke would wake up at this moment, and the subconsciously wanted to end this hasty "sneak attack". As a result, his head had just retreated half a point.

The monsoon smoker slaps his hand and slaps it directly in his back, compelling him back.

"Sneak attack is a sneak attack. Can you concentrate on it?"

The fire was slightly shocked, and the corner of the mouth could not help but a smile, and directly handed the initiative to the monsoon smoke.

The monsoon smoke is also half-hearted to eat the tender tofu of his little wife, the anti-customer-like plunder, one hand hooked his neck, one hand holding his clothes.

Of course...

Tear off.

The neat clothes of the fire, the hard-boiled by the monsoon smoke, cracked.

This sudden change made both people stunned.

The monsoon smoke looked at the crumpled piece of cloth in his hand and looked at the broken, sloppy clothes.

The helpless laughter, not yet said anything, the monsoon smoke directly thrown away the cloth in his hand, the little claws are ruthlessly arrogant against the raging clothes.