Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Linghe was born with no love, and the monsoon smoke sweeped the tide.

From the hands of other people in the quarter, the things that have been recovered, the monsoon smoke has absorbed more than half of it, and the lack of goods is in the blink of an eye. This has only raised the interest of sweeping out. The bustling emperor is not a remote quarter town. The crafts everywhere can be made Monsoon smoke gets more aura.

Monsoon smoke does not look at the appearance, style, material, just look at it - aura!

As long as the aura is rich, even if it is breaking the stone, she will!

After the monsoon smoke sat in the carriage and sweeped the entire street of Emperor East Street, she finally let Yang Lan stop the carriage.

Linghe, who had been pushed out of the window by a car, was relieved and looked at the monsoon smoke that had finally stopped.

"Miss... It’s almost...we don’t... go back first?” Linghe’s voice was faintly crying.

The brow of the monsoon smoke was slightly wrinkled. She suddenly looked up at Linghe and was very annoyed: "No."

"Ah?" Linghe slightly glimpsed.

What is gone?

"BRIC...No." The monsoon smoke touched the place where the space was stored in the jade, which was originally stored in the gold bricks. It has been completely empty, and the expression is really...

"..." Linghe almost didn't have a blood spurt out!

Feelings, the reason why the monsoon smoke will stop the crazy sweeping is not that she is satisfied, but... no money? !

Linghe couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat, swept his eyes and looked at the stuffed things in the car, swallowed the swallow: "Miss, you are today... indeed... bought a lot..."

Just what he saw, the monsoon smoke shot no more than a few hundred bricks, and the money added up, fearing that it would be enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for three generations.

"Not enough." The monsoon smoked his mouth.

Ling He felt that he was really faint.

"Right, Ling Ling, is there a place like the auction house?" The monsoon smoky eyes turned and suddenly smiled and said.

"Little... Miss... What do you want?" Linghe's eyes involuntarily widened up.

The monsoon smoke raised his hand and took a picture of the baby brought from Jicheng.

"Of course, they sold them for money."

The tone of the monsoon smoke is a matter of course, but in the ear of Linghe, almost did not let Linghe directly vomit blood.

"Miss, the emperor's things are many, not bad, but ... the younger brother gave something better..." Linghe licked the painful chest, kindly reminded the monsoon smoke.

These things that monsoon smoked today are expensive, but they are all bought with money. However, the treasures that were exchanged from Gong Zhengyu are good things that can't be bought.

Killing Linghe, he couldn't think of it. My own lady was crazy and went to this point. She would rather sell the best, but also buy a pair of excellent products!

"I don't need it anyway, Ling Ling, you can say if there is any." The monsoon smoke shrugged and said that it does not matter.

Ling He wants to cry, he first discovered that his own lady is so arrogant!

You also know that you can't use it, then you still buy so much!

However, Linghe’s sad reminder can only be swallowed in the stomach, watching the small face of the monsoon smoke smile, he just trembled and said: "The auction house is a class... there is... just on the east side of the emperor... ”

Linghe’s voice just landed, and the monsoon smoked Yang Lan, who was outside the car, said: “Yang Hao, east side!”