Linghe and other people are living under the nourishment of the red medicine of monsoon smoke. They are all in a mess before sweeping away. They all want to have a backflip of 360google on the spot. Only monsoon smoke smilingly looks at the excited people and yawns lazily: "well, since the wound is healing, you should hurry up and clean up this place, or we will sleep in the yard tonight Go. "

Rao is monsoon smoke so to say, also can't resist Ling crane's inner excitement, one by one Mao sufficient strength, three under five divide two to start.

The monsoon smoke sits leisurely on the steps of the yard, watching the bodyguards who are sweeping away and cleaning with rags, and subconsciously touches their bellies.

The body is easy to cure, but what should she do with her broken inner pill?

From small to large, all the energy of monsoon smoke has been spent on the cultivation of this internal pill. From Dengxian, there is only one Tianlei robbery left. As a result It's not been robbed. The inner Dan is broken. What's more, it's called a tragedy. It's estimated that according to the past cultivation speed of monsoon smoke, it can't be repaired without ten years and eight years.

At the thought of coming back again, the monsoon smoke retched to spit blood.

If you let her know which group of bastards are blowing up the building on the edge of the mountain, she will send him to see the king of hell!

Lamenting the fragmentation of his inner alchemy, the monsoon smoke raised his head, looking at the dark night, Jicheng Fengshui is good, unlike in the 24th century, there are steel concrete everywhere, the spirit in the mountain forest is still there, and the spirit of all living beings has not been destroyed, maybe in such a beautiful place, the recuperation will be faster.

Linghe's hands and feet are very sharp. Soon they have taken the lead in cleaning up a small other hospital. They let the monsoon smoke of the exhausted day go to rest first. The monsoon smoke is not pretentious. Today, with two thunderbolt top talismans, plus the spirit to promote the alchemy, her tattered endosulfan is really hard. Her cat goes to bed and falls asleep in a short time.

The guards in the yard are still cleaning continuously. Maybe the effect of pills is really outstanding. They feel full of energy all night long. They don't finish cleaning until the sky turns white. They find their own places to sleep.

This night, the monsoon smoke sleeps a little uneasy.

In the dream, lightning and thunder make her have no way to go back. She did not know how many thunder robberies she hid in her dream. It's better not to sleep after sleeping

[stinky girl, get out of here! How can you sleep in this wonderful place! ]

in the thunder and lightning, the roar of the long dead Master suddenly sounded in the ear of the monsoon smoke, and she sat up from the bed with a sound of surprise.

In front of her eyes, the strange and familiar environment made the monsoon smoke a little trance. She raised her hand and touched her cold cheek. Under her hand, it was sticky. She noticed that she was sweating in her sleep. Her single clothes had been soaked in sweat. She jumped out of bed, looked out of the window at the white sky, changed her clothes and walked out of the yard.

"Old man, is this a dream for me? Be good, be good! I've worn them all. He has the ability to do it. " The monsoon smoke thought of the roar in his ear, which seemed real and unreal.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Although the monsoon smoke sleeps restlessly, I wake up feeling that I'm a lot lighter. The inner alchemy that consumed a lot yesterday has recovered its aura