Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 100: : Season City Storm (1)

　　Lei Xu’s death will bring about much disturbance to Jicheng. No one can be sure about this. What is happening today is like a lingering nightmare in the hearts of every citizen who has witnessed everything. .

　　 They are in awe of the powerful strength of Monsoon Smoke, but they are also grateful for Monsoon Smoke's indiscriminate nature of killing innocents, and they can only warn themselves in their hearts not to provoke this lord, after all, no one wants to go to Bu Lei In the footsteps of Syria.

　　 In addition to the monsoon smoke's shot, Yang Jian was even more powerful this time, which surprised Ling He and other guards. Although Yang Jian was tall and mighty, after being carved out by the monsoon smoke, he did not go to mines every day. , That is, Zhu was motionless in his room, so that Ling He and the others never thought that Yang Jian's combat effectiveness was so sturdy, even more brave than their former fighters!

　　, Yang Jian received a lot of admiration immediately after returning to the mansion, and many guards were surrounded with enthusiasm. They called out "Big Brother Yang Jian", not to mention how affectionate they were, but the guards were still in high spirits. The noisy guy wants to drag Yang Jian to drink.

　　 Monsoon Smoke looked at Yang Jian who was surrounded by everyone, and couldn't help but chuckled, "Come on, you are all gone, don't pit him, if this wood is soaked in wine, it may grow mushrooms."

　　 was reminded by Monsoon Smoke, everyone suddenly realized that Yang Jian was not the same as them, and Yang Jian was afraid that he could not drink this wine.

　　 "Yang Jian, you come with me first." Monsoon smoke beckoned to Yang Jian, and Yang Jianmu followed him with a face.

　　 Yang Jian killed a lot in this battle. He only knew that he followed Monsoon Smoke’s instructions and had no worries. So after World War I, although most of the blood was splashed on the scales, some were still visible. Mottled blood stained his hands and cheeks.

　　 If this is not dealt with, after the blood soaks the wood, I am afraid that Yang Jianke will really become a "big face".

　　 Monsoon Smoke set out to clean up the blood stains on Yang Jian. Fortunately, she handled it in time, and the blood stains had not been soaked in the wood to create Yang Jian. The original purpose of Monsoon Smoke was for mining, but now after Yang Jian participated in the battle, Monsoon Smoke realized that he had ignored it before. The place.

　　 The wood used to build Yang Jian is really shivering. Monsoon Smoke checked Yang Jian again and again to see if there were any defects on his body, and then wondered whether he wanted to replace Yang Jian with a top-quality wooden body.

　　 "That lady..." Ling He stood outside the door, sneaking out his head.

　　 "Huh?" After Monsoon Smoke was checked, Yang Jian was allowed to move around freely. Yang Jian left in silence and Ling He walked in.

　　 "Miss, now Lei Xu is dead, the people in the city guess that you will soon know that you are the real lord of Ji City, look...when will we move?" Ling He said.

　　 Monsoon Smoke blinked and looked at Ling He, "Moving?"

　　 "Yes, although this house is still improvised by our toss, but... after all, it is a bit dilapidated, you are the city lord here, you should move to the city lord mansion." Ling He said decisively, it is rare for them to miss Isn't it enough to cut the mess this time with a sharp knife?

　　 Monsoon Smoke curled his mouth, waved his hand uninterestedly, "Forget it."

　　 "Huh?" Ling He was a little confused.

　　 "The City Lord's Mansion has lived for people like Lei Xu for so long. Even if I was invited to live in that place, I wouldn't live there." Monsoon Flue.

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