Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The night was quiet and silent, and the monsoon smoke was finally done. She wiped the sweat on her forehead and looked at the tall, mighty body standing in front of her, and the corner of her mouth smirked with a smile.

Standing in front of the monsoon smoke is a tall man who is more than eight feet tall, but his body is covered with the grain of wood, the thin lips are smashed into a line, and the eyes are dull.

As long as it is not a fool, you can see at a glance that the handsome man in front of him is simply a doll carved out of wood. Unlike the doll next to him, there is one more man on the forehead. The eyes are vertical and look a little strange.

The tall doll stood still on the ground, and the monsoon smoke touched his chin and looked at the wound that had solidified on his finger. The brow wrinkled a little.

Then she looked around and determined that no one had, she used the grasping knife to gently stroke on her wrist.

The **** sputum oozes, and the monsoon smoky eyes quickly reach the **** hands into the small hole opened by the man's chest.

The drip replied, the blood dribbled down, and the granules did not enter the heart of the doll's heart, and the ensuing, but the dim and dull scorpion of the doll, was gradually covered by the ray.

The face of the monsoon smoke was slightly white. When she looked at it, she took back her claws and re-covered the lid of the doll's chest. The bandage was used to wrap the wound on her wrist and she lost her mouth. A moment of blood medicine.

"Old guy, Xiaoye, I haven't broken the rules you left. I don't use my own blood to make a foul." The monsoon snorted, and once again raised his eyes, he was so bright on the doll. The deep scorpion, her mouth smirked a smile, and the doll was kneeling on one knee at a moment, and the armor that was worn by the body without knowing where the monsoon smoke was pulled out made a series of screams with its movements.

"See the master." The hoarse and blunt voice came from the doll, but his mouth did not open, and the voice was naturally transmitted.

The monsoon smoked and looked at the puppet in front of his eyes. He looked at it for a while and said: "Alright, it’s enough to lose the atmosphere in the quarter. Even if it’s a deadwood, you have a lot of aura. You should be able to use this paragraph. time."

She did not know whether to say this to her, or to listen to it.

The doll did not move a single voice on the knees.

The eyes of the monsoon smoke with a thick smile, his eyes fell on the moment of the doll's eyebrows, she smiled and said: "In the future, you are called Yang Lan, is it clear?"

"Yes."

The monsoon smoke smiles even more brilliantly.

Yang Lan, the title of Erlang Zhenjun, also known as Erlang God, has a multi-minded eyebrow. It can deny the devil and the ghost, holding the three-pointed and two-edged knife, and the **** dog Xiaotian is one of the most famous in the fairy.

If it is in the twenty-fourth century, I am afraid that no one will not know the meaning of this name.

However, in this world, there is no such thing as the immortality of Yang Lan, and the monsoon smoke can completely think about how to toss.

"Yang Hao has, you have to have a three-pointed two-blade knife, it is best to come back with a roaring dog." The eyes of the monsoon smoke sweeped in the firewood room, the three-pointed two-edged knife is not difficult to do, draw a picture Find a blacksmith to play a 90%, but the roaring dog...