Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Before leaving, Qin Muxi looked back at the monsoon flue: "Do you need me to help you find a national teacher?"

Qin Muzhen remembers that the monsoon smoke is not like the relationship with the national teacher. Although he is not willing to contact the national teacher, but...

Now that it can save the monsoon smoke, only the Guoshixinglou is left.

"The decision of this time is to deliberately conceal the national teacher. If the national teacher knows..."

"No need." The monsoon smoke shook his head.

Qin Muzhen slightly frowned, and eventually left silently, but this time he did not intend to listen to everything that the monsoon smoke said. After the dungeon, he went straight to the palace and ran towards the residence of Guoshixinglou. And go.

Looking at Qin Muzhen's departure, the monsoon smoke did not react, just looking down and not knowing what to think.

Before the fake old man, and the big man, after Qin Muzhen left, he leaned over the iron bar and looked at the silent monsoon smoke.

"I am jealous, little girl, are you a dying person? It's amazing! Strange, you are a dying person, how can you be locked here?" The old man's face was incredible, in his cognition, dying Isn't it a group of heavenly princes standing at the top of the empire?

Qin Muzhen deliberately suppressed some of the words of the voice, the little old man and the strong man did not hear, but ... but know the identity of the monsoon smoke.

"With the king like a tiger, life and death is not between the thoughts of the Holy Dragon." Dahan snorted, apparently very dissatisfied with the Holy Dragon.

The two of you said in a word, the monsoon smoke did not open from beginning to end.

Until the two men said that the mouth was dry and ready to fight again, the monsoon smoke that had been head down, but suddenly raised her head, her face raised a strange smile, her eyes circulated, looking Two guys who have been around for a long time.

"You are a poison king? Are you good at using poison?" The monsoon smoked and looked at the little old man.

The little old man cleared his throat and just prepared to deny that the monsoon smoke looked at the brawny again. "What have you done?"

The brawny did not speak, and was robbed by the old man.

"This is a well-known hundred people, and they will go down and hack a piece."

The brawny man took a look at the little old man.

The monsoon smoked and laughed. "It doesn't matter, you don't care who you are."

The monsoon smoke smiles strangely, making the old man and the brawny a goosebump.

"When it's over, this girl is afraid of madness." The old man licked his arm.

The monsoon smoke suddenly stopped laughing: "Do you want to leave here?"

The little old man and the brawny looked at each other and felt that the monsoon smoke was crazy.

"Who doesn't want to leave, but you look at these chains on us. This is the black iron build, the knife and the axe are cut continuously." The old man shook his body and the chain was smaller than the monsoon smoke.

Who knows that the voice of the little old man just landed, and a loud bang, but suddenly exploded in the cell.

The roaring sound caused the idea of ​​the jailers in the cell, and dozens of jailers rushed over.

I saw it!

The monsoon smoke that should have been smashed on the wall by the heavy black iron, but lived and broke the restraint of the limbs, and stood in the cell in an understatement. Her mouth smirked a smile and looked out of the cell. Ten stunned jailers.

"Master, you told me that the immortal must have compassion, but... this person will kill me. If this compassion is convergent, can I throw it?" The monsoon smoked a faint opening, then, I don't know what to say to anyone.