Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Linghe’s chin slammed on the ground. If the characteristics of the night wolf were too obvious, he really had to wonder if he really looked away.

The roaring dog is spoiled in front of the monsoon smoke, and the blue erects are obsessively staring at the white zebra in the monsoon smoke. The bright red tongue involuntarily licks his sharp fangs.

Bai Ze felt the dangerous atmosphere, the subconscious shivered, the small body slammed into the arms of the monsoon smoke, and a pair of wet big eyes seemed to cry.

"This is not food, can't eat." The monsoon smoke raised his hand and gave the roaring dog a slap.

The roaring dog sent a low sorrow.

I don’t think that the roaring dog will be so coveted. It’s really because the monsoon smoke is used to raise the white zebra into the deer. This time, the white zebra is fed to the white zebra without interruption. As for Bai Ze, although he hasn’t completely asked for the body, the smell that comes out of his body is more horrible than Warcraft.

It looks delicious, there is wood!

Ling He’s eyes were on the demon wolf under the influence of the monsoon smoke, and he felt like a dog, and he really felt that he might have been wrong.

The night wolf will not be so unfettered!

"Cough, Miss, the veins have been selected, when are we going to get it?" Linghe decided to ignore this problem.

"You don't have to worry about this thing, just give it to Yang Lan and the roaring dog." Said the monsoon smoke raised the chin on the side of the puppet.

Suddenly, Yang Lan suddenly slammed on one knee, and the sudden movement jumped off the Linghe on the side.

"Follow the order." Yang Hao hoarse and low voice sounded.

Linghe was forced all the way, until Yang Lan carried a huge basket, and with the roaring dog out of the sight of Linghe, Ling He only came back.

"Small...small...small, that puppet..." will speak for Mao?

Is it a hell! !

"Calm." Monsoon smoked the shoulder of Linghe, and said: "Large brother, in the future, you have to get used to it."

after? Linghe is a bit strange, can you say that something similar will happen in the future?

Ling He feels that he will be there for a while, afraid that it is... can't get used to it.

"Well, Ling Big Brother, if you have nothing, you will continue to practice. I will take Xiao Baize for a while and eliminate food." The monsoon smoked the smile and held Bai Ze away.

Ling He’s expression doesn’t have much entanglement. He doesn’t understand that it’s called cultivation for Miss Mao’s own lady. When she sits cross-legged and sits on the ground, she does not understand. She holds Bai Ze, how can she let Bai Ze eat?

For that Yang Lan and the roaring dog, Ling He is also a face.

However, how to force it, Linghe is still quite good.

On the other hand, the Lei family and father who were taught by the monsoon smoke yesterday, this time is another bleak scene.

In the city's main house, the Thunder was too heavy on the buttocks to rest on the bed. When he came back last night, Lei Xu called a lot of doctors to come to the treatment. Although the Thunder recovered his mind, the wound was serious. Sexuality far exceeds the expectations of Lei Xu. As far as the doctor’s mouth is concerned, the Thunder’s injury is not a three or five month, and I am afraid that it will be better.

The whole eye of Lei Su, who was informed of the news, was filled with anger. At this moment, he was standing on the bed of the Thunder, watching the appearance of his only son.