Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Hu Siyu wants to stand up, but the knee is like a root on the ground. Lifting it up slightly is like the pain of being soaked in the skin. The cold sweat oozes from the forehead of Hu Temple, his A face also became pale in an instant.

The whole scene became very strange at a time, and everyone looked at everything in front of them with a stunned look.

No one can believe that Hu Temple’s hands in the hands of the monsoon smoke have no resistance. The seemingly thin girl is like a ghost, and no one can see her movements!

"I know that the mistake can improve Mo Dazhao, Ling Big Brother, you still can't take over the apologies of others? This is all for you!" The opening of the monsoon smoke smiles, the harshness of the eyes flashing makes people feel hair.

The soldiers of the Qingjun army were stupid, and they didn’t know how to be good. They just wanted to go forward. The monsoon smoke turned their heads and smiled at them: "What? You want to apologize?"

An understatement, somehow, the roots of the five big three thick soldiers took root, and a chill spread from their backs. They looked at the smiling monsoon smoke in front of them, and the bottom of their hearts rose into a fear.

As if standing in front of them is not a little girl, but a skeleton that climbed out of hell.

The people of the Qingyi Army did not dare to take the shot. They could only stand rigidly in the same place, watching the temple of Hu Temple straight and squatting in front of everyone.

None of the people present at the scene dared to speak, and an invisible pressure enveloped them.

Only Linghe and others looked at everything that Jifengfeng had done, and all of them laughed and became an internal injury.

Also blame Hu Temple for bad luck, but it has hit the monsoon smoke, this is not a good provoke, at least in Linghe, they currently seem that the monsoon smoke has never suffered in anyone's hands!

The monsoon smoke slowly stepped forward and walked to the front of Hu Temple. She lowered her body slightly and smiled at the Hu Temple, where she was cold and sweaty. The bright scorpions were black and white, and they were staring at the temple. Awkward eyes.

"The account of the Qingjun army, we will calculate slowly in the future, and you will wait for my leather armor to go into battle." Said the monsoon smoke raised his hand and took a picture of Hu Temple’s cheeks and cheeks. After standing straight, she was right. Aside from Bai Ze, he waved his hand and walked to Linghe with them in front of them.

"Let's go, since people have already apologized, we have a large number of adults, and spare them this time." Jifeng smoked with a smile.

"Everything listens to the lady." Ling He and others immediately nodded and said that they would leave.

However, the temple on the ground squatted at the back of the monsoon smoke, but the heart was branded with the black-and-white eyes of the monsoon smoke. The spectators sneer around, as if they were satirizing him. inability.

The sturdy youth army, who was tossed by a half-large girl, has no power to fight back!

"You stand for me!" Hu Temple suddenly snorted.

The footsteps of the monsoon smoke were slightly stunned, and the smile on his face was hidden with a cold. She turned her head slightly and looked at Hu Temple.

Hu Siyu struggled to stand up from the ground and refused to take the pain of tearing his heart on his knees. He gnashed his teeth and rubbed the monsoon flue: "The little devil of the family, the Qingjun army is not what you want to humiliate!" ”