Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Yesterday, he watched the monsoon smoke and the flowing fire enter the cave. How did the flowing fire run to the room after waking up all night?

"Master Liuhuo, you are..." No matter how slow Ling he was, he noticed something wrong between the monsoon smoke and the fire.

Liu Huo slowly took back his sight and looked at Ling he apologetically. "Brother Ling, I\'ve troubled you these days."

Linghe is slightly shocked. He always feels that there is something wrong with the situation of Liuhuo.

"Liuhuo, what happened to you and miss? You were not supposed to... "

Liu Huo shook his head. "It\'s my fault. Brother Ling, do you want to do something first."

Linghe looks at Liuhuo perplexedly. He can see that Liuhuo\'s heart for monsoon smoke is the same as that for monsoon smoke. But why do two people who are interested in each other happen strange on the night of big marriage? Looking at the decadence of Liuhuo\'s eyes, Linghe felt a little sad, but he didn\'t know what to say, so he said: "that This is what the lady asked me to give you. "

Said Ling he put the hands of the food to the front of the Liuhuo.

Liu Huo nodded faintly and took over the things. "Thank you very much."

Ling he could only sigh. He really didn\'t know what was going on in front of him.

Liuhuo came back to the room with food, but did not move at all. He just sat there in silence and did not know what he was thinking.

The mood of the monsoon smoke is very bad. In Tianting City, the arrangement of the wedding has not been taken down. At a glance, it is slowly happy. But such a red, reflected in her eyes, is particularly dazzling.

Meng Fusheng came over at the moment, looking at the monsoon smoke with a bad smile. He was just about to ask his queen how she had been last night, but he was blocked by a word of monsoon smoke.

"Take these things apart for me."

Meng Fusheng was stunned. The cold words of monsoon smoke made him feel something bad. However, looking at the frost attached to the face of monsoon smoke, he didn\'t have the courage to ask more questions. He just nodded his head and asked his subordinates to quickly take down all the decorations in Tianting city.

Looking at the wedding red, a little bit from their eyes disappeared, but the monsoon smoke is not a little happy, just feel the group of gas blocked in their chest, more heavy.

"Call me red pupil and Gong Zhengyu. I have something to discuss." Monsoon smoke frowned impatiently. She didn\'t like this kind of herself very much.

Where dare Meng Fusheng have a little hesitation? He ran to call people.

Red pupil and Gong Zhengyu were very surprised when they received the news. They had no idea that the monsoon smoke, which had just been married last night, would gather them up in the morning today.

The two came to the main hall where the monsoon smoke is. Ling He and Meng Fusheng stood in the main hall early. They both looked strange. When they saw the red pupil and Gong Zhengyu coming in, they all winked.

But that hint, but let red pupil and Gong Zhengyu more at a loss, until they see sitting on the seat, a gloomy face of monsoon smoke, suddenly rose a sense of uneasiness.

The feeling of monsoon smoke is not right!