Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

"That\'s mine!" Ji Qingchang was trembling with Qi, and a pair of pink fists were tightly held on his side.

The monsoon smoke swept his eyes and looked at Ji Qingchang, smiling like a smile: "yours? Ji Qingshang, this eight treasure glazed belt, is the only one in the whole Shenglong empire. It\'s in the gift list that your majesty sent to me. Where do you come from and can you get the second one? "

"It\'s from my uncle. It\'s already mine. Don\'t overdo the monsoon smoke!" Ji Qingchang went away completely. She shook off her maid and rushed to the front of the monsoon smoke. She wanted to grab the eight treasure glazed belt.

However, the monsoon smoke was lifted by her hand, avoiding the seasonal clothes. At the same time, the long belt followed her way of lifting hands and directly smoked on the white and tender cheek of the seasonal clothes!

Crackle of a crisp sound, season sentiment dress eat painful stuffy hum, cover hot cheek, incredibly stare at monsoon smoke.

"Second uncle, if it\'s just that, don\'t I have to repeat it again?" The monsoon smoke can\'t bear the look of seasonal love clothes, just half squinting at seasonal brown.

Seasonally Brown\'s back is cold for no reason. The monsoon smoke is clearly laughing, but somehow, the eyes make his back cool.

Ji chieftain once promised that everything in monsoon smoke would be at her disposal.

This is the way for chieftain Ji to delay, but I didn\'t expect The monsoon smoke came out directly.

All of a sudden, it\'s seasonal brown, and there\'s not a word to say at all.

"Put Leave Miss nine\'s things to her. " The voice of seasoned Brown is faintly trembling.

At the beginning, most of the treasures that your Majesty gave to monsoon smoke were divided up by all the members of the season family, among which, jiqingshang took a lot of them. Most of the money was indistinguishable, but these treasures were clearly written and recorded.

Even if seasoned Brown wants to be confused, it can\'t be.

The waitresses, if they stop the season brown, shake involuntarily. When they pack up, they subconsciously put all the things of the monsoon smoke back one by one.

Ji Qingchang covers her hot cheeks. Her eyes are red with anger. The water is shining in her eyes.

After all, she could no longer see the face of the monsoon smoke, and ran out of the room in a sad turn.

Ji Brown can only sigh a little. After watching the maids tidy up their things, she comes out of the room with her little face.

There is only one person left in the huge courtyard.

All the clothes and ornaments of jiqingshang were removed. Most of the things left were exploited from the monsoon smoke.

Looking at many cold rooms, the monsoon smoke casually walked up to the front, closed the door, slowly sat at the messy table, raised his hand to take a stack of bright yellow paper from the space soul jade, tore it into palm sized villains with white and tender fingers, and then flicked it lightly

The little paper man stood on the ground in rows.

Monsoon smoke, with one hand on his chin, looked at the little papers and said, "go and clean up the room."

When the voice fell to the ground, the little paper people seemed to be conscious, half floating in the room and busy, while the monsoon smoke put the treasure back from jiqingshang on the table, smiling happily.

This is just the beginning!