Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 76: : Hello, my name is 2 Langshen

　　 It was quiet at night and there was no sound everywhere. Monsoon Smoke finally finished. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the tall and mighty body standing in front of her, and the corners of her mouth raised a satisfied smile.

　　 Standing in front of Monsoon Smoke is a tall man who is more than eight feet tall, but his body is covered with wood lines, his lips are thinly pressed into a line, and his eyes are dull and dull.

　　 As long as he is not a fool, he can tell at a glance that the handsome man in front of him is a doll carved out of wood. Unlike the other dolls, this man has a lot of foreheads. With a vertical eye, it looks a little strange.

　　 The tall doll stood motionless on the ground, Monsoon smoked his chin, looked at the solidified wound on his finger, and frowned slightly.

　　 Then she looked around to make sure there was no one, and then she used the carving knife she was holding to lightly stroke her wrist.

　　 The blood oozes out, and Monsoon Yanyan quickly stretched those **** hands into the small hole opened in the man's chest.

　　 ticked, the blood dripped down, and the dots sank into the heart of the doll, and what followed was the dull eyes of the doll, gradually covered by light.

　　 Monsoon Yan’s face was slightly pale, she looked at the same thing, she retracted her paws, re-covered the lid on the doll’s chest, neatly wrapped the wound on her wrist with a bandage, and gave it to her mouth. A moment of blood-replenishing medicine was lost in it.

　　 "Old guy, I didn't break the rules you left. I'm not a foul with my own blood." Monsoon Smoke muttered, and when he raised his eyes again, he met the doll. With bright and deep eyes, there was a smile at the corners of her mouth. The doll knelt on one knee in an instant, and the armor she wore on her body that did not know where the monsoon smoke came from, sent out a string of clanging with its movements. sound.

　　 "Meet the master." A hoarse and harsh voice came from the doll, but his mouth did not open, and the voice came out so naturally.

　　 Jifeng Yan looked at the doll in front of her with a smile, and after looking at it for a while, she said, "It's okay, fortunately, Jicheng has enough aura. Even the dead wood has a lot of aura. You should be able to It takes a while."

　　 I don’t know if she said this to herself or to the puppet.

　　 The doll knelt on one knee motionless, without making a sound.

　　Monsoon Smoke has a thick smile at the corner of her eyes. The moment her eyes fall on the center of the doll’s eyebrows, she smiles and says: "In the future, you will be called Yang Jian, are you clear?"

　　 "Yes." The doll Yang Jian said dullly.

　　 Monsoon Smoke smiles brighter.

　　 Yang Jian, titled Erlang Zhenjun, also known as Erlangshen, has more eyebrows and can be distinguished from demons and ghosts. He holds a three-pointed two-edged sword and a dog that screams under him. He is one of the highest reputations in the line of gods.

　　If it were in the twenty-fourth century, I'm afraid no one would not know the meaning of the name.

　　 But in this world, there is no such a fairy as Yang Jian. Monsoon Smoke can toss as much as he wants.

　　 "Yang Jian has a three-pointed two-edged knife, and it is better to have a snarling dog." Monsoon Yan's gaze swept across the wood shed. The three-pointed two-edged knife is not difficult to handle. Draw a picture and find a blacksmith to beat 90%, but the snarling dog...

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