Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 152: : Meet the National Teacher (1)

　　 The little kinsman opened his mouth, and he was busy adding a word after he said it.

　　 "But you want to give me two drops of your blood."

　　Monsoon Smoke looked at a serious bargaining snack goods, suddenly a little bit dumbfounded.

　　 The brain of this little doll is estimated to fall into the hands of others, and there is no bones left behind.

　　 She seems to understand why the powerful blood clan will be annihilated.

　　 It’s just this foodie attribute and worrying IQ... it’s hard to think of an immortal.

　　 "As long as you can find it, let alone two drops, it's okay to double it." Monsoon Smoke said coolly.

　　The eyes of the little blood gleamed, and they looked salivating.

　　 Monsoon Smoke brought the little blood to the room he had lived in before Liuhuo. When he picked up Liuhuo, there was nothing on him except a tattered pair. All his things were purchased by Monsoon Smoke. , He probably left in a hurry, he didn't even take anything away before leaving.

　　 The neat and tidy room was spotlessly clean. Even if Monsoon Smoke hadn't ordered it, Ling He and the others would clean the room every day.

　　 "Here, this is the place where he once lived, you can look for it." Monsoon Flue.

　　The little blood race walked on his short legs, stood at the entrance of the room, raised his head and sniffed hard.

　　 There is no unusual smell in the room. He crawled on the bed again and touched and sniffed. The little body was sniffed on the quilt, and the monsoon smoke almost didn’t laugh. Come.

　　 After grinding in the room for a long time, the little blood tribe’s face collapsed.

　　 "No, I didn't smell the smell of the same clan." The little blood clan stood sadly in front of the monsoon smoke, and said sadly.

　　Monsoon Smoke's brains turned quickly, remembering that after Liu Huo left, Ling He and the others cleaned the room every day, and they washed the bed before the fire and the clothes they passed through. Now...Monsoon Smoke also Depressed...

　　 Knowing that she could find such a little guy, she would not let Ling He and the others clean the room.

　　 This is good, all the aura belonging to the flowing fire disappeared.

　　 Monsoon Smoke felt so heartbroken, but the little blood on the side crawled out of the bed slowly, walked slowly to Monsoon Smoke's side, and pulled the corner of Monsoon Smoke's clothes.

　　 "That... if there is nothing, I can't find him... We can only find the same race by the smell." The little blood race's expression is a bit sad, I don't know if it is for the family that cannot be found, or for the inability to complete the monsoon smoke The task, can not get delicious blood and melancholy.

　　 "If he is with you in a city, can you feel his smell?" Monsoon Smoke asked again.

　　The little blood race thought for a while, and then he was not sure: "If the distance is not too far, maybe it's okay."

　　 Jifeng Yan immediately had an idea. After discussing with the little blood, she decided to temporarily raise the snack goods, and let Yang Jian take a stroll in Jicheng every day to see if she could find a trace of the fire.

　　 On the other hand, Ling He has already prepared the gifts. Monsoon Smoke took away the next morning and walked to the residence of the National Teacher with Ling He...

　　Star Tower has lived in Jicheng for some time, or even months, but he has always been simple and simple. It was Lei Xu, the lord of Jicheng at the time, who couldn't hold his thigh.

　　 Xu is because he likes to be clean, the place where the star building lives is relatively remote in terms of Jicheng, and there are few people coming and going.

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