Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

As long as he is not a fool, it can be seen at a glance that such a handsome man in front of him is a puppet carved out of wood. Unlike the puppet beside him, there is a vertical eye on his forehead, which looks strange.

The tall figure stood still on the ground. The monsoon smoke touched his chin, looked at the frozen wound on his finger, and frowned slightly.

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

Blood splashed out of the exudation, the monsoon smoke eyes and hands quickly put those bloody hands into the small hole opened in the man\'s chest.

Tick by tick, the blood drips down, and each one falls into the position of the doll\'s heart, and then, it is the doll\'s dark eyes, which are gradually covered by light.

Monsoon smoke\'s face was a little white. She looked at it almost, then she took back her claws, covered the cover of the doll\'s chest again, wrapped the wound on her wrist neatly with a bandage, and lost a moment of blood tonic pills in her mouth by the way.

"Old man, I didn\'t break the rules you left behind. I don\'t have to use my own blood as a foul." The monsoon smoke murmured. When she raised her eyes again, she smiled at the bright and deep eyes of the puppet. The puppet knelt on one knee in an instant. The armor that the monsoon smoke pulled out of her body made a series of clangs with its actions.

"See your master." The husky and stiff voice came from the doll, but his mouth didn\'t open, so the voice came out naturally.

Monsoon smoke smiled at the puppet in front of him, looked at him for a long time, and then said: "OK, I\'m sorry that Jicheng has enough aura. Even deadwood has a lot of aura. You should be able to use this shell for a while."

She didn\'t know whether she was speaking to herself or to a doll.

The figure kneels on one knee without moving, without making any more noise.

The corner of monsoon smoke\'s eye has a thick smile, and her eyes fall on the moment of the doll\'s eyebrow. She smiles and says, "in the future, you will be called Yang Jian. Are you clear?"

"Yes." The puppet Yang Jian said in a muffled voice.

The monsoon smoke is more brilliant.

Yang Jian, who is called Erlang Zhenjun, also known as Erlang God, has a lot of eyes and eyebrows. He can distinguish between ghosts and monsters. He holds a three pointed and two edged knife and sits on the seat of the god dog Xiaotian. He is one of the most famous gods in the world.

If in the twenty fourth century, I\'m afraid no one will not know the meaning of this name.

However, in this world, there is no such immortal as Yang Jian. Monsoon smoke can be tossed as much as you want.

"Yang Jian has it. He needs a three pointed and two edged knife. He\'d better have another sky dog." Monsoon smoke\'s eyes swept around the wood house. It\'s not difficult to make a three pointed and two edged knife. Draw a picture, and find a blacksmith to make a 90% of it, but it\'s a howling dog