Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Jin Yan, which is spread all over the military camp, rushed toward the gourd in the hands of the monsoon smoke, but in the blink of an eye, the golden factor of the fate was collected by the monsoon smoke, and it was determined that there was no fall, the monsoon smoke Only the lid of the white jade gourd was covered, and the gourd was stuffed back into the space soul jade.

When she was in the Imperial Academy, she could restore this strength, how good.

The monsoon smoke is inevitably a bit regrettable, especially after the end of the war, Junze told him that after the death of Si Siyu, the monsoon smoke is even more regrettable.

The introverted teenager finally failed to escape the disaster.

The monsoon smoke descended on the flying sword, thinking of the previous battle, and my mind drifted.

Everyone who has witnessed all of this is a dumbfounded look.

Almost counted as the demon singular attack, it was so easily resolved.

In addition to the initial veterans killed by the Yaozu, there were no more casualties in the entire camp.

That's right, even the injured are not...

After seeing the monsoon smoke extinguished the war, the fire broke the corners of the lips slightly in the dark. He quietly disappeared from the redness that appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and lifted his hand to remove the light column that enveloped them.

After the light column was removed, Ling He and others immediately rushed to the side of the monsoon smoke.

"Miss, are you so powerful?" Linghe's incredibly wide-eyed eyes, up and down the monsoon smoke.

He originally felt that the strength of his own lady was against the sky, but today... the monsoon smoke is not only seen by a five-thunder, but the rest, he has never seen a ferocious move.

瞧瞧The body of the demon squad, who can believe that half of the enchantments here are monsoon smoke?

"Well, that's right." The monsoon smoked his nod and closed the broken sword. He looked up at the number of veterans and knew that there was not much damage.

"Great, my generals!" Linghe almost gave the monsoon smoke, and their lady was too embarrassed.

A group of veterans have not yet woke up from the shocked battle of Fang Cai, one by one can only stand behind Ling He and others, with a near-worship look, watching the monsoon smoke.

They are wrong, they are really wrong.

Where is this to come together?

It is clear that they are mixed up.

The monsoon smoke has a fighting power of one enemy. If there is a hand on the battlefield, what else is there?

Everyone seems to have seen it. In the future, behind the monsoon smoke, killing the Quartet and ending the good times of the demon, almost cried out without excitement.

"General!! General!" Realizing how stupid their previous thoughts were, many veterans couldn't help but smash a scorpion, and the group fell to the feet of the monsoon smoke.

"General general, from now on, you are the highest guide in our minds. You said that we will never go west. You say where we fight, we will fight!"

"General! I will be yours in the future!! You must cover us!"

The veterans who were squandered by several dead-type dying dying people can be regarded as a reliable general. This one can’t wait to take a few days’s own fight and hate the original pig ointment. Blindfolded, I couldn’t see the pearls and see the generals of the season.

With the season generals, are they still afraid of the demon?

How much to kill!

The veterans are as passionate as the chicken blood, and the many recruits who are squatting at the entrance are all full of enthusiasm. Looking at the eyes of the monsoon smoke, it is called a horror, and it is like watching a monster.

......

[No responsibility small theater]

Veteran A: General, I will be yours in the future!

Little madman:...

Small stream fire: Oh.

Little madman: You listen to me explain!

Veteran B: General I will give you a monkey! !

Little madman: don't need it! !

Small stream fire: Oh.

Little madman: You really listen to me!

Veteran C: General...

Little madman: You shut me up! ! suffer! Don't leave if you have a small fire! Don't go, I will explain it slowly with you!

Soldiers: Generals, this is...

Ling He: Did the husband manage it carefully?

Soldiers: Oh~~~~ It turns out that!

Ling He: It turns out that such an egg, Ma slips to go to the monthly ticket, otherwise someone will not give you a death in the future.

The soldiers were shocked and collectively squatted: ask for a monthly ticket and ask for a life-saving!