Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The cousin of General Qing Junjun?

When the deputy came out, everyone was stunned. It is no wonder that this person is just a small striker with such a mad attitude. Before the execution, even the deputy personally brought people to come to the rescue.

"The general has always relied on this person. If anything happened to him, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the generals to accept it..." The deputy pretended to be an open mouth of regret, and his words were like a huge stone, and they were in the hearts of everyone.

This time, if anyone killed the Qingyi army striker, I am afraid that it will attract revenge from the Qingjun army. This knife will continue to look like a human life. In fact,...

The hearts of the people could not help but sink. In the end, no one would dare to retaliate against the Qingjun army and confront the Qingjun army.

Even Linghe, who was executed, showed a hesitation on his face.

Revenge for Ji Ji, he is duty-bound, then...

The monsoon smoke has just entered the military camp. At this time, the army of the valley in the valley is still being honed, and there is a huge gap between the army and the number of people in the fighting ability and the number of people. If it is forcibly killed, it is afraid of The army will not be willing to give up, which will bring huge trouble to the monsoon smoke.

Linghe hesitated.

His high-lifting knife slowly lowered, and he was going to avenge the season, but he was not willing to smoke the monsoon.

"General..." Ling He shook his fist and looked at the monsoon smoke.

There is no expression on the surface of the monsoon smoke, and people can't guess what she is thinking at the moment.

The deputy saw a dead silence on the field, and immediately sneered a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He pretended to be casual: "It seems that the general is also a kind person. I can't bear the pain of our generals as a bereavement. Come, bring him back... This matter is only a misunderstanding, and our Qingjun Army will naturally appreciate the grace of the season general."

As he said, several of the Qingyi soldiers who followed the deputy went to the penalty striker.

The striker was relieved a lot and knew that his life was saved. He immediately looked at Linghe.

"You are called Ling He? You are waiting for me!" He did not forget that he was humiliated by Linghe and others today.

Linghe no expression said: "I am waiting, if you have the ability, you will come."

The striker spoke wickedly. "Look at me and won't kill you!"

The soldiers of the Qingyi Army have already walked to the striker and are ready to untie the chains on him.

Of course...

Just when everyone thought that things would end, the monsoon smoke sitting on the chair suddenly moved!

Her figure turned into a stream of light in front of everyone's eyes, and it was too late to be noticed.

In an instant, her figure appeared in the side of the striker. The man had not had time to react. He saw that the monsoon smoke had taken the machete from the hand of Linghe and fiercely toward the man. Kneeling down!

Hey! !

For a moment, the red blood splattered from the man's waist, and the hot blood splashed and flew, but in the blink of an eye, the man was turned into two paragraphs in public!

The screams of screaming screamed out of the mouth of the man. Under the waist, people would not die immediately. The severe pain that was cut off would form a huge torture before death!

No one thought that the monsoon smoke would suddenly be shot, and the vice-president who thought that the matter had settled on this dust, watched the striker be smashed into two paragraphs, and one moment became iron-green!

The monsoon smoked coldly and watched the blood burst in front of her own eyes. Her mouth slightly smacked a slight curvature, and turned slightly to look at the vice-handed.

"Now, you can take him back."