BXBX NOVEL Chapter 145
The monsoon smoke waved to Gong Zhengyu, who left the house accompanied by two bodyguards. When the caravan left the area of Jicheng, the two men in black who followed him on the carriage opened their mouth.
"Little Lord, you seem to take good care of that little town Lord?"
Gong Zhengyu\'s eyes looked out of the window, the smaller and smaller Jicheng. He had a lazy look on his handsome face with his chin on one hand.
"She\'s interesting, isn\'t she? It\'s not for ordinary people to be able to take Jicheng from leixu\'s hands. "
"That little town Lord is very strange, but Little Lord, the LORD said... "
Gong Zhengyu raised his hand slightly and interrupted the guard\'s unfinished words.
"I know it in my mind. I don\'t need to say much."
The bodyguard shut his mouth and knelt silently.
Gong Zhengyu took out the monsoon smoke and gave it to his white porcelain bottle before he left. The bottle looks very ordinary, which is no different from the bottle sold in the shop? Wind and smoke, you really like to toss these strange things. "
Gong Zhengyu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, but he didn\'t open the bottle of xuanjiudan. He put away the things again and looked out of the window.
I don\'t know what the next meeting will be like.
Gong Zhengyu left, also took the caravan, the quarter city returned to calm.
After reading the inventory list sent by Ling He, monsoon tobacco waved, "brother Ling, just look at it and collect it. By the way, let the brothers pick it up and see if there is any weapon that Zheng Yu brought."
As soon as the words of monsoon smoke were finished, Ling He with the list was shocked.
Before, when monsoon smoke was exchanging things, he specially selected a well-made weapon, which Ling he had doubts about. However, Ling he did not expect that the weapons selected by monsoon smoke were intended for them.
"Little Miss... " Linghe\'s eyes are slightly red. From leaving the imperial capital to Jicheng, the monsoon smoke quietly protected them many times, but they
"Stop! Don\'t give me a tear and a runny nose. I look at the diaphragm and quickly divide things. I have something else to do. " The monsoon smoke eye looks at Ling He, the old man, who wants to cry again. He suddenly thinks of his face full of tears after his rebirth.
This always reminds her of her grief when she was killed by Tianlei.
Ling he took a sniff and forced the idea of crying down.
"Miss, what else do you have to do?"
Monsoon flue: "I want to visit the mountains near Jicheng."
"Ah? Do you want to see the ore, miss? " Ling he was surprised.
Monsoon smoke shook his head. "I want to see if there is any good wood."
With her blood as a guide, Yang Jian is indeed powerful, but in the World War I with Zhan Fei, it exposed the malpractice of the original Jerry building of monsoon smoke.
The fragile wood could not resist the pressure of Zhan Feiwei, who was wearing the world destroying armor. After the inspection of monsoon smoke yesterday, it was found that there were many cracks in Yang Jian\'s wood.