Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

"Miss, are you really OK?"

"This time we were scared to death..."

A group of people surrounded the monsoon smoke with a lot of words. That kind of care and worry was revealed at the moment. The monsoon smoke saw the concern of all people and responded patiently one by one.

From Linghe\'s mouth, monsoon smoke knows the cause of their "death".

I think it\'s a period of observation after I can\'t find her. I dare to make a conclusion next time. It\'s just Their eating style is too ugly. It\'s only a short time since the news came from monsoon smoke. They are in a hurry to do funeral for monsoon smoke.

The funniest thing is that because the event of monsoon smoke in Imperial College has made a great contribution, Emperor Shenglong specially praised a lot. Ji chieftain early sent the news of the "death" of monsoon smoke to Emperor Shenglong. Emperor Shenglong sighed for a long time because of this, and also gave a lot of treasure to comfort him.

All the things sent to Ji\'s house by "monsoon smoke passing away" were swallowed up by Ji chieftain and others. The original residence of monsoon smoke was occupied by Ji Qingshang who came from the inquiry. The treasure brought by monsoon smoke and the things recovered from Ji\'s house were divided up by Ji\'s house.

"Really Dogs don\'t eat shit. " Monsoon smoke chuckled and shook his head. Jijia\'s greedy nature can\'t be changed. I don\'t know if jichieftain and jibrown will have more headaches when she comes back now.

But

Looking at their headache, they don\'t have a headache at all.

After Ji Brown had gone for a long time, he came back in a hurry and told monsoon smoke that Ji Ru wanted to see her in person when he learned that Ji Fengyan had survived.

Monsoon smoke naturally also wants to see this Grandpa, whether and season other people are same, then nods to agree.

Ji is afraid of the monsoon smoke. He dare not lead the way for it himself. Instead, he pushes Ji Linglong, who has never made a sound.

Ji Linglong and a Xue walk in Ji\'s yard with monsoon smoke. Along the way, both of them can see the busy figure of Ji\'s servants.

"How many things have they done that they are in such a hurry to deal with the aftermath?" Monsoon smoke looked at the servants who were carrying things continuously, and could not help but feel that the way of hiding their ears and stealing their bells was ridiculous.

Ji Linglong has no choice but to smile, "what he has done is naturally to deal with it by himself." Ji Linglong is also clear about the faces and faces of Ji\'s family. She would not stay here any longer if her surname was not Ji.

"Grandpa, he What kind of person is it? " The monsoon smoke hesitated for a moment.

In Ji\'s family, the only one who can speak is Ji Linglong.

Ji Linglong pondered for a moment, but couldn\'t say anything, only that he would understand after seeing Ji Ru.

After a while, monsoon smoke came to Jiru\'s study. Ji Linglong indicated that monsoon smoke knocked on the door. After the sound came from the room, he stepped back.

The monsoon smoke raised its hand and pushed the door open.

Right behind the desk facing the gate, sat a white haired old man. Although he looked vicissitudes, he didn\'t have a little old look. His deep eyes showed his wisdom after years of precipitation.