Chapter 11

Monsoon smoke looked at Linghe's "coquettish" expression, and her heart was clear. She silently touched the soul jade in the space and took out a golden bar.

When the monsoon smoke took the gold bar to Linghe, Linghe's eyes almost didn't stare out.

Fog!

There are gold bars on their young ladies!!!!

For the poor Linghe and other people who are not eating bark, the bright gold bar in the hand of monsoon smoke is like a dream.

"Miss You gold bar Where is it... " Ling he swallowed saliva.

Monsoon smoke Eye Bead son a turn, smile a way: "this you don't need to ask more, although take."

This gold bar was left by her Shizu. I don't know if the world can use gold in monsoon smoke, but it's no big problem to see Linghe's reaction.

"Here So many I dare not... " Linghe's hands are shaking a little.

"Take it first and go to the city to buy something to eat. By the way, I have a list here. Go to the city to find out if there is a place for selling herbs and see if you can buy them." Monsoon smoke said that she handed Linghe the list she had written on the carriage. She wrote all the herbs according to the memory of her previous life, and did not know if there was any in the world.

Linghe took the list and glanced at it. He couldn't help being curious. How could their young lady ask them to buy a bunch of herbs? But I dare not ask more. I can only call on two less injured bodyguards to go shopping in the city together.

"What's the boy going to do, miss?" A bodyguard carrying a sleepy little boy came to the front of the monsoon smoke. Since the two thunders were used to smash the pursuers into cinders, none of these bodyguards dare to look down on monsoon smoke.

Monsoon smoke looks up at the little beautiful boy on the bodyguard's back, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually becomes a little stiff.

After taking the pill, the young man's injury was more stable, but the injury left by the thunder on his back still looked ferocious and frightening. When he saw the bloody wound, the monsoon smoke would be filled with guilt

"Well, I'll find a room first and let him have a rest." Monsoon smoke stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and took the lead in running to the messy yard to find a place to stay.

However, this search made monsoon smoke feel like crying. The desolation of the house is comparable to that of the ruined temple. Monsoon smoke can only find one room to live in. After a little cleaning up, the bodyguard took the quilt he brought and laid it on the bed with the back of the sleepy little boy facing up.

The filth on the little boy's face has been wiped away. What do you think of the little white face and how beautiful it is.

Monsoon smoke is enjoying the young man's "beauty", suddenly a burst of noise suddenly arrived, and before monsoon smoke stood up, three strange figures appeared in the door.

"Is this wind and smoke? I haven't seen you for a long time, but I'm getting more and more handsome. " A middle-aged man in a gorgeous suit and in his forties is smiling at the monsoon smoke. Beside him, there is a man and a woman standing. The man looks handsome in his twenties or so, while the woman looks delicate and stands shoulder to shoulder with the handsome man.

Since the man entered the door, the light frown of the sword has not been loosened, and his eyes to jifengyan are strange.