Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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"Oh? Extremely evil?" Monsoon smoked his eyebrows and glanced at the lonely old man, his eyes thoughtful.

The little old man was so glanced at the monsoon smoke, and suddenly he was red. He said, "Don't look at me, I am embarrassed."

Before the monsoon smoke opening, a strong man who was locked in the cell on the left side of the monsoon smoke suddenly sneered. "Hey? Others dare to say, you dare to praise this poisonous king? You were poisoned. When the big Dongcheng city has more than 300 mouths, how can you not feel yourself guilty?"

The little old man stared at the eyeballs and looked at the powerful brawny man of Kongwu. "This is not a good nonsense. Little old man, I will make things that are so damaging. It is clear that someone is planting a blame, just like me." How can it hurt people?"

Dahan sneered, obviously not taking the old man's words as one thing at all.

The little old man is too lazy to talk nonsense with him, turning his head and looking at the monsoon smoke. "Little girl, I heard what the princess said just now... Let the jailer here say hello to you, I tell you, this dungeon in the imperial city tortures people. You can go for more things. You are so delicate and tender, I am afraid that I can’t hold back for a while. You have offended someone and been greeted by this."

The monsoon smoke smiled a bit, if she knew what was going on, she would not be locked up here.

The little old man still wants to say something, but he suddenly heard a footstep sound from the corridor. He quickly closed his mouth and slammed his head to the side.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the monsoon smoke doesn't have to be known. The destination of the sound is this.

but……

When the owner of the footsteps appeared in the sight of the monsoon smoke, the monsoon smoked a bit.

Standing outside the cell, in addition to the two jailers, there is still an old acquaintance.

Qin Muzhen had a cold face and stood outside the cell. His sharp eyes swept through the monsoon smoke that was locked in the cell. Then he went to the jailer on the side: "Open the door, I have something to ask." Monsoon smoke."

The two jailers couldn’t help but look awkward.

However, Qin Mu's eyes were cold, and the two men immediately softened their legs, and they did not dare to open the door of the cell.

Who is Qin Muzhen?

That is the Shenglong empire, the first person who died in the world, not to mention the fact that he had just been handcuffed by the generals of the Qingjun army. Now, when the limelight is in the limelight, who dares to offend?

Yu Yu hurriedly opened the door, nodded and asked Qin Mu to enter.

There was no expression on the face of Qin Muzhen, and the cold eyes swept them two people: "You go down first."

"Yes." The jailer did not dare to have a bit of dissent, and quickly retired and left the cell.

Qin Muzhen looked at the monsoon smoke tied to the wall, his eyes calm.

"Qin brothers, how come you?" Monsoon smoked and looked at Qin Muzhen.

Her windy and light appearance made Qin Mu's brow wrinkled slightly.

"It’s all this time, do you still have a heart?"

The monsoon smoke shrugs slightly. "Or, I will cry for you?"

Qin Mu's brow wrinkled more tightly. "You shouldn't come back."

"The Holy Dragon Emperor personally gave the order, I just don't want to come back, I have to come back, otherwise it is against the purpose." Monsoon flue.

Qin Mu's eyes skipped the cells on both sides, deliberately lowering the voice: "Your Majesty is ready to get rid of you."

“Why?” The monsoon smoke has long been guessed, just...

why?

Why did St. Long's desperately want to get rid of her?