Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The coldness in the monsoon smoke made the heart of the fire tremble. He almost wanted to tell her everything, but at the moment before the opening, he swallowed everything.

The monsoon smoke looked at the unresponsive fire, and she was a little annoyed. She threw off her head and threw it aside.

The beautiful crown fell to the ground and broke the jewel above. It was like this beautiful night, and it was broken by the students.

"I am sleepy, you go next door." The monsoon smoke turned his head and tried to restrain his emotions.

The gaze of the fire was drooping, and he looked down at his feet. The broken gem was like a pound of boulder. He bent down silently, and the broken crown and the broken debris. Carefully smashed and quit silently from the monsoon smoke room.

Until the sound of closing the door was heard, the monsoon smoke completely ran away.

"Bad boy! You don't count on the cave in your life!" The monsoon smoke is really a gas bomber. She has almost no reservations about the fire, and she never asks for the identity of the fire.

But now...

They have become married and become companions of the companion. The monsoon smokes that although it sometimes bullies bullying, it is still very reliable for most of the time.

However, the fire is obviously not intended to open up to her.

This result makes the monsoon smoke very annoyed, how can you be so stubborn when you are single-minded and happy?

On the other side, the fire broke back to the room that the original monsoon smoked for him, the room he had no longer had to step into.

In the darkness, he didn't light the candlelight, just sitting silently in the broken head, sitting on the edge of the bed, the long, good-looking hands, carefully scrutinizing each of the crowns from the darkness The details, every touch of the fingertips, showed a picture in his mind. He seemed to see it again. The monsoon smoke took this gorgeous crown and walked toward himself step by step. The appearance of coming.

The eyes in the darkness are tightly closed, and the jewels that have been broken are held by the fire, leaving the edges of the stones embedded in their palms.

The blood drips from his hand, but he does not feel the slightest pain, but the heart is like a person who is shackled in the palm of his hand, tearing his heart.

"I am looking forward to it."

This night, the Chinese nation celebrated the country, but it was supposed to be the happiest two people tonight, but it was destined to sleepless.

After Linghe’s “shame” yesterday, the next day he couldn’t wait to accept the fruits of his sacrifice, but when he was holding breakfast, he looked forward to standing in front of the door of the monsoon smoke and knocked on the half-day room. After the door.

A gloomy monsoon smoke opened the door silently.

That face is definitely the most ugly one that Linghe saw.

Subconsciously, Linghe’s eyes widened.

Huo!

Is it that the boy who is in the fire does not use it?

Just when Linghe’s mind thought that there was something that was not available, the monsoon smoke looked subconsciously to the next room.

The door to the room next door was locked, and there was no movement.

"Give him, I go out to eat." The monsoon smoked his lips and had a slightly awkward opening.

Later, before Ling He responded, she strode out of the meteor.

Linghe is the second monk of Zhang Er can not touch his head, is confused with the monsoon smoke to let him take it, the door next door suddenly opened.