Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The monsoon smoked and smiled and looked at Situ. "I was prepared to draw more, but I thought that the warrior was so impatient. I haven't finished it yet. The one of the Qingjun army is naturally not drawn."

The simple translation of the monsoon smoke is...

I was originally prepared to draw drawings for the Qing dynasty army, but I was given out all the troubles of the war, and you saw it. I have so many, the one of the Qing dynasty army...

sorry, we do not have that.

It makes a special difference and there is no room for rebuttal.

Situ sighed his chest and his face was almost broken.

"Then, I will not bother the season general, the season general will give me a drawing, I will let people copy it." Situ Qiang forced the tone of his heart, pretending to be calm.

The monsoon smoke said: "Isn't the warlord saying that there is already a 'great' progress on the side of the Qingjun army? Is it better to continue? So my soldiers can take a break, I believe that General Situ is also embarrassed to let us the Wolf Legion. The brothers are too tired."

Just don't give it to you, do you have the ability to ask me?

Don't you like to check it?

Keep checking yourself.

Situ's face turned black and he had never been so miserable in anyone's hands.

The drawings are in the hands of the monsoon smoke, the monsoon smoke is not loose, the Wolf Smoke Legion will never give a drawing, and Yang Lan and the monsoon smoke have already formed an alliance, and the squadron and the Qing dynasty have been in the opposite direction for many years. When the drawings come out, it is simply an idiotic dream.

Situ’s mood has never been so bad.

He was not able to fight back because of the monsoon smoke. He has never received this gas.

It was impossible for Situ to pull down his face and ask for a picture of the monsoon smoke. He immediately looked at the white-faced battlefield, and his brow furrowed him with a look.

The face of Zhan Fei is a stiff, Situ Tuo, this is to ask him to ask for drawings from the monsoon smoke!

This matter is harder than letting Feifei die.

However, if the monsoon smoke is dead, it will not be loose. Once the war is started, even if the number of the Qingjun army is dominant, but without knowing the terrain, it is also a half-benefit that cannot be felt.

The face of Zhan Fei was blue and white, and looking at the eyes of the monsoon smoke, it was like hoping to eat the monsoon smoke.

He clenched his fists, his shoulders trembled, and after struggling again and again, he reluctantly watched the monsoon smoke withdrawing a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"The season general is a great man. Since this thing is there, we don't have to take the time to check it. We have to work hard for the season general... even some drawings."

This is said to be exported, and the half life of Warfare is almost gone.

The monsoon smoke smiled and looked at the face of the war, and the smile in his eyes was thicker.

Yang Lan, who was on the side, smirked hard and could see that it was a great thing to see the war and the Situ.

Only the monsoon smoke can hold these two people.

"It’s not right to say this to the warrior. I can’t guarantee that this drawing is completely correct. Or the Qingjun army will go check it again. We will be the most secure pair at the end.” The monsoon smoke is not the life of the dead. Songkou gives the drawings.

The fire of Fei Fei almost spurted out. "You don't have to use it. The season general is young and young. This drawing must be accurate and correct. No need to be right."

"Oh? The warrior can see me so much?" The monsoon smoked and smiled.