Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Ling He nodded his head and said, "yes, there are many treasures in it. It seems that there is also an eight treasure glazed belt. It\'s said that the belt is extremely rare. There is only one belt in the Empire, because the adult He died miserably, and his majesty heard that you were a woman. That\'s why he sent the eight belts. "

Ling Heyue said that the more angry he was, the more painful His Majesty was about Ji\'s death. The things that he gave to monsoon smoke were better than others. As a result All those things are greedy by Jijia\'s evil spirits, and the monsoon smoke can\'t even touch a penny.

The eyes of monsoon smoke narrowed slightly.

"If I go back to the capital one day, I will ask them to spit out everything sooner or later."

"If you have this idea, you can go to the battlefield at the age of 16. Before that, you need to learn how to use the world destroying armor in advance. It is estimated that your majesty will invite you back to the imperial capital at most one year." Linghe sees that the resentment in the heart of the monsoon smoke disappears.

Today\'s young lady is totally different from the one who was in the imperial capital. It\'s a wise decision to leave Ji\'s house!

Monsoon smoke heart has a number, it is not in the tangle, but a little sad as before.

A few days later, Guoshi Xinglou suddenly left Jicheng, less than two days later, the big princess\'s team also left.

The monsoon smoke didn\'t meet the Star Tower, and I don\'t know if the star tower fell to the ground to help her find a stray fire.

Time passed by day by day. Without Su Lingmin and Lei Min, the two disgusting guys, monsoon smoke is like a fish in water in Jicheng. Every day, it\'s not to go up the mountain with Yang Jian to collect rare ores, but to walk around the streets and lanes of Jicheng with little bats at night, trying to find the whereabouts of Liuhuo.

However

In the past month, there is no trace of the monsoon smoke.

In the monsoon smoke to consider whether to go outside the city to look for a look, a book, but suddenly spread to the hand of the monsoon smoke.

On this day, it was ten noon.

As soon as the monsoon smoke changed Yang Jian into a newly built body, Ling he hurried over.

"Miss! Season Here comes the Jijia. " Ling he stood outside the door, looking rather ugly.

The monsoon smoke raises the eyes, the eyebrow peak slightly picks.

Jijia? Isn\'t it the family who used to play the original master as a fool?

"What are they doing?" The interest of monsoon smoke is deficient. He takes back his sight, cuts his fingers, and drops a few drops of blood to Yang Jian\'s heart.

Although the body has shifted, the original media created by monsoon smoke for Yang Jian is still the same. To keep Yang Jian\'s previous memory, you only need to put the media similar to the heart into it and drip her blood again to activate it.

Yang Jian\'s whole body has been replaced by good wood, but that medium can\'t be replaced. Fortunately, it\'s hidden in his body and can\'t be touched by others.

"If you have something to say to miss, miss, you Do you want to go over and have a look? " Ling he hesitated.