Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 232: : Tyrant (2)

　　 Linghe was born there without love, but the monsoon smoke swept the heart surging.

　　Ms. Monsoon Smoke has absorbed most of the things recovered from the other people in the Ji family. Looking at the lack of stock, this has aroused interest in sweeping. The prosperous emperor is not a remote Jicheng, you can see it everywhere. Handicrafts are enough to give monsoon smoke more aura.

　　 Monsoon smoke shopping does not look at the appearance, style, and material at all, only a little-aura!

　　 As long as she has a lot of aura, even if she is about to break the stone!

　　 After Monsoon Smoke was sitting in the carriage and sweeping the entire street of the East Street of the Imperial City, she finally asked Yang Jian to stop the carriage.

　　 Ling He, who had been squeezed by a car and jumped out of the window, was greatly relieved, and looked at the monsoon smoke that finally stopped crying.

　　 "Miss... almost... shall we... go back first?" Ling He's voice was faintly crying.

　　 Jifeng Yan's brows wrinkled slightly, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at Ling He, and said in distress: "Nothing."

　　 "Huh?" Ling He was taken aback for a moment.

　　 What's gone?

　　 "The gold bricks... are gone." Monsoon Smoke touched the place where the gold bricks were originally stored in the soul jade of the space, and it has been completely emptied, and the expression is really...

　　"..." Ling He almost spit out blood!

　　 Feelings, the reason why Monsoon Smoke stopped frantically sweeping away was not because she was satisfied, but... ran out of money? !

　　 Linghe couldn't help but wiped off his cold sweat, glanced at the pile of dumb things in the car, swallowed his mouth: "Miss, you...really... bought a lot today..."

　　Just seeing it, Monsoon Smoke was sold for no less than a few hundred gold bricks. The sum of the money might be enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for three generations.

　　 "Not enough." Monsoon smoke curled his lips and said.

　　 Linghe felt that he was really going to faint.

　　 "By the way, Brother Ling, is there a place like an auction house here?" Monsoon Yan's eyes turned, and he suddenly said with a smile.

　　 "Little...Miss...what do you want?" Ling He's eyes widened involuntarily.

　　 Monsoon Yan raised his hand and patted the box of treasure brought from Jicheng.

　　 "Of course I sold them for money."

　　 The tone of monsoon smoke was a matter of course, but when it was passed into Ling He's ears, he almost didn't make Ling He vomit blood directly.

　　 "Miss, although there are many things in the imperial capital, it's not bad, but... the things that Young Master Gong gave are better..." Ling He held his aching chest and kindly reminded Monsoon Smoke.

　　 The things that Monsoon Smoke bought today are expensive, but they can all be bought with money, but the treasures from Gong Zhengyu are good things that can’t be bought with money.

　　 killed Ling He, he didn't think that his own lady was so crazy, she would rather sell the best products than buy a pair of them!

　　 "I don't need it anyway, Brother Ling, just say if there is one." Monsoon Yan shrugged and said that he didn't care.

　　Ling He wanted to cry. For the first time, he discovered that his own lady was so mad when she was wayward!

　　You know you don’t need it, so you still buy so many!

　　Ran, Ling He's sad reminder can only swallow in his stomach, looking at Monsoon Yan’s smiling face, he just tremblingly said: "Auction houses... there are... in the east of the capital. Side..."

As soon as 　　 Linghe’s voice landed, Monsoon Smoke said to Yang Jian outside the car: "Yang Jian, east side!"

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