Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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In the house of Jijia, Jiru sits on the main seat, the season brown, the quarter emirates sit on both sides of the main hall, and Ji Lingling is the third generation of the Jijia, but also because of his own identity as the owner and the season brown. Sitting with the same person, she lowered her head and reached out and touched the well-behaved A Xue.

"The time is almost the same, the wind and smoke are gimmicks, I am afraid that I will be back in a few days." Ji Ru slowly raised his head and looked at the entrance to the hall.

If the browns are cold, don't dare to say a few words, just dare to nod with a smile.

The face of the emirate is gloomy. Since the last time, when the Confucianism wiped out the position of his lord, the mood of the emirate fell to the bottom of the valley. Even though the tribe did not dare to neglect him, but... he led the season. The road to the peak of the family was cut off by birth.

After Ji Ru returned home, he regained the power of the Jijia, and cleared the shackles of the Jijia. The seasons were not even dare to step in at the door of the Jijia family, but it was still peaceful.

"Exquisite, windy room, can you order people to clean up?" Ji Ru turned to look at Ji Ling.

Ji Lingling got up and said: "It has already been cleaned up in the early days, please rest assured."

Ji Ru nodded with satisfaction, he looked up: "This time, the wind smoke made great efforts in the plain of the bones, ordered to return to the emperor, you have given me some honest, do not give me a little bit of trouble, understand?"

When Ji Ru said this, his eyes sharply swept over the quarters of the emirates and the quarters of the brown brothers.

The quarter brown trembled and quickly nodded.

"Children are obedient."

The quarters silently nodded and there was no other reaction.

just……

After the quarter was silent for a while, he looked up at Ji Ru.

"Father, do you really want to keep the season?" He left him..."

Ji Ru's brow wrinkled, and immediately raised his hand to interrupt the words that the season has not finished.

"I said that monsoon smoke is the glory of the family. I don't want to say the second time."

The fists of the season emirates are secretly clenched, and they can only bite their teeth and swallow their unspoken words.

In a short while, the next generation of Jijia came to the same biography, saying that Miss Nine returned.

Ji Ru immediately asked people to come in.

For a few months, the monsoon smoked as a half-green child, but after returning, she already had a girl's attitude. She came forward and walked into the hall, directly to the ceremony.

"Grandpa, I am back."

Ji Ru smiled with satisfaction, and nodded slightly: "All the way to the hard work, you made great efforts in the bones of the Plains, and my family is also a lot of light."

"Grandpa praised it." Ji Fengyan looked at the familiar face of Ji Ru, always subconsciously overlapping with the masters in memory.

"Can this road be tired?" Ji Ru said again.

The monsoon smoke shook his head. She was practicing in the carriage all the way. The excitement was too late, and she felt that she was a little tired.

"If you are not tired, you should first go to see your master. He is not very good in these days. You, as a student of his class, should also be concerned." Ji Rufu said.

The monsoon smoke slightly glimpsed, and I always felt that Ji Ru’s words were a bit sudden, but the surface did not reveal a slight abnormality, but just followed.

"Then I will go see Master and his old man, and then go to Grandpa later."

Ji Ru waved and waved: "Go."

The monsoon smoked the doubts in the heart and left the hall. Linghe, who was next to the monsoon smoke, also noticed the anomaly. He said in the ear of the monsoon smoke: "What does this mean for the family? How do you come back? Are you going to find Ye Yuan?"