Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The monsoon smoke can be understood as well. The number of things that can be provoked after the death of the shell on the shell is that the role of Yang Lan can no longer be simply a porter...

"Oh... this, this let the boy of Zuonuo take you to see it. He knows more about us than this." Linghe grabbed his head and didn't need to say more about the monsoon. He also knew that this was for Yang Lan.

To be honest, even if you know that Yang Lan is a wooden doll, he still can't stop Ling He's deep worship in Yang Xin's heart.

Strong!

That is really strong!

If it wasn’t for the shooting of the war, it was stopped by the monsoon smoke, and Linghe really wanted to see it, and if Yang Hao’s combat power could compete with the deceased!

"Well," the monsoon smoked nodded, and suddenly thought of something. She said: "That... help me prepare some gifts that look more gorgeous."

"What?" Linghe did not understand the meaning of the monsoon smoke.

Monsoon flue: "Being a man, you must know how to be grateful, right?"

Ling He nodded stupidly.

"Which national teacher, did you help us once? According to the truth, we must know how to be grateful. Naturally, we must bring some gifts to thank you." Is the monsoon smoke a good and tempting look, laughing and oysters.

"..." Linghe is dumbfounded.

Miss, is this a gift to the national teacher? ?

"That... Miss, Guoshi, he... I shouldn't want us to thank him..." Linghe cautiously said.

The monsoon smoke does not take it for granted: "If you want to be his, it is my business to send it or not. If he is a national teacher, he must be better than us."

Linghe looked at the monsoon smoke more and more surprised.

When the Chinese teacher came here yesterday, I also met the lady so diligently. At this moment, I suddenly had this idea, plus the last sentence of the monsoon smoke...

"Miss, you shouldn't want the national teacher to help you find a small fire?" Ling He squinted.

The blink of an eye of the monsoon smoke smiles, "Is there? I didn't say that, you are ready for a gift."

After that, the monsoon smoke did not wait for the opening of the Linghe, and he took the white sway and walked away.

Linghe looked at the back of the monsoon smoke, and could not help but have some depressions...

I dare to let the national teacher help find someone, and estimate it, that is, their family lady!

In the afternoon, Ling He took out Zuo Nuo and ordered Zuo Nuo to take the monsoon smoke and go up the mountain to find out if there is any good wood.

The monsoon smoked this opportunity, not only called Yang Lan, but also brought Bai Ze, and the roaring dog that had been locked for a long time.

The two men, the two beasts, and the one-person swayed away from the city, and slid into the nearby mountains.

Since Bai Ze has arrived at the monsoon smoke, he has not left the house. He rarely returns to nature. He is very excited. The four little hooves are scorning on the ground, not smelling the grass, or turning the wet eyes. Look at the butterflies flying in front of you.

However, the roaring dog, who had just been "slavery", was short of interest in everything here. He walked with his little paws and walked alongside Yang Lan. It seems that he was trained well.

just……

If it looks at Bai Ze's butt, there is no drooling, then it is more perfect.

Xiao Bai Ze grew up a little longer than the monsoon smoke, and the color of the coat was smoother. When it first saw it, it was judged as two deer.