Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 145: : Temporary storm (3)

　　 "Understood." Monsoon Yan smiled, Gong Zhengyu's words were ambiguous, but she understood.

　　 Gong Zhengyu saw that Monsoon Smoke understood what he meant, a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Then I'll take a step."

　　 Monsoon Smoke waved at Gong Zhengyu. Gong Zhengyu left the mansion accompanied by two guards. When the caravan's carriage left the area of ​​Jicheng, he got on the carriage with Gong Zhengyu and waited. The two men in black spoke up.

　　"Young Master, you seem to be very caring about that little town lord?"

　　 Gong Zhengyu looked out the window of the car. Ji Cheng was getting smaller and smaller. He put his chin on one hand, and his handsome face was lazy.

　　 "She's very interesting, isn't she? It's not something ordinary people can do to get Ji Cheng from Lei Xu's hands."

　　 "That little city lord is quite weird, but... Young lord, the lord said..."

　　 Gong Zhengyu raised his hand slightly, interrupting what the guard hadn't finished.

　　 "I know it in my heart, so I don't need to say more."

　　The guard honestly shut his mouth and knelt aside silently.

　　 Gong Zhengyu took out the white porcelain bottle that Monsoon Smoke gave him before leaving. The bottle looked very ordinary, no different from the bottle sold in the shop, "Xuan Jiu Dan? Feng Yan, you really are I like to toss these weird things."

　　 Gong Zhengyu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, but in the end he didn't open the bottle of Xuan Jiu Dan. He put the things away again, looking at the scenery outside the car window.

　　 I don’t know what the next scene will be.

　　 Gong Zhengyu left, and also took away the caravan, Ji Cheng returned to peace again.

　　 Monsoon Yan waved his hand after reading the inventory list sent by Ling He, "Big Brother Ling, you can just watch and accept it. By the way, let the brothers pick and choose the weapons that Zheng Yu brought. Is there anything that can be used."

As soon as 　　 Monsoon Smoke was finished, Ling He who was holding the list was taken aback.

　　 Before, when Monsoon Smoke was exchanging things, he deliberately selected a well-made weapon. Ling He had doubts about this, but Ling He did not expect that the weapons selected by Monsoon Smoke turned out to be For them.

　　"Little...Miss..." Ling He's eyes were reddened. From leaving the imperial capital to Jicheng, Monsoon smoke silently protected them many times, but they...

　　 "Stop! Don't give me tears and nose, I look at Geying, and quickly divide things up, I still have things to do." Monsoon Yanyan looked at Linghe, the big master again. Crying, I suddenly remembered the tearful face after I was reborn.

　　 This always reminds her of the sad reminder that she was killed by the sky thunder.

　　 Ling He sniffed, and forced the thought of crying down.

　　 "Miss, what else do you want to do?"

　　 Monsoon flue: "I want to go to the mountains near Jicheng to see."

　　 "Huh? Miss want to see the ore?" Ling He was surprised.

　　 Monsoon Smoke shook his head, "I want to see if there is any good wood."

　　Using her blood as a primer, the Yang Jian created by Yang Jian is indeed powerful, but during the battle with Zhan Fei, it exposed the shortcomings of Monsoon Smoke.

　　The fragile wood can't stop the oppression of Zhan Fei who wore the armor of the world. After Monsoon Smoke checked yesterday, it was found that the wood on Yang Jian had appeared many cracks.

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