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The monsoon smoke chuckled and sat on the chair beside him casually. His long legs overlapped and he looked at his face awkwardly brown.

"Er Bo, what happened to the family this season? How to hang the white sail? Is it not Is uncle dead? " The monsoon smoke smiled at the seasonal brown.

But as soon as she said this, she almost didn\'t let Ji Brown\'s old blood gush out.

This is clearly a funeral for her monsoon smoke. How could it come into her mouth and be done for Ji chieftain?

However, looking at the smashed Lingtai, and then looking at Ji Qingchang who fell on the ground and couldn\'t get up. Ji Brown couldn\'t even say more, but could only say with a smile: "misunderstandings are all misunderstandings, your uncle I\'m in good health. No one is busy in our quarter. No one is busy. "

The monsoon smoke slightly raises eyebrows, "Oh? So it is. But how did I stop the season and say, "drive them out of Linghe?"

Behind Ji brown, there was a chill again. He hurried to say, "what\'s the matter? She\'s young and speechless. How can we drive Ling brothers out?"

Ji Brown\'s words are so hypocritical that Ling He and others groan coldly, but he can still lick his face and finish.

The monsoon smoke looks at the false appearance of seasonal brown, and only feels nauseous.

"I\'ve just experienced a bloody battle. I\'m tired of seeing things here."

Ji Brown nodded repeatedly, and then remembered that this time, not only did monsoon smoke not die, but also made great contributions. Before the emperor Shenglong talked about the Imperial College, he once named Ji Fengyan and praised him for not allowing him to wear his eyebrows. After three days of funeral, many dignitaries came to the door.

At this moment, the monsoon smoke is not a simple exterminator.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt a headache, but she could only get her servant to take away all the things needed for the funeral.

People who used to watch the bustle outside Jijia\'s gate didn\'t see what was going on in the hall. They just saw Jijia pull things down. They were curious. They only knew after asking

Miss nine of the Ji family is not dead at all!

No, I just came back by myself!

After the funeral, the dead did not die. Now, there was a lot of discussion.

However, seasoned Brown can\'t take care of so much at the moment. Looking at the intact monsoon smoke sitting in the hall, I feel only a wave of scalp numbness.

"That Wind and smoke, since you are back, then I also need to report to your grandfather. Would you like to sit here first? " Ji Brown said with a smile.

Grandpa?

Monsoon smoke slightly a Leng.

The grandfather in Ji Lugou is the real owner of Ji\'s family, and also the father of Ji Qiao, the grandfather of this pair of shells - Ji Ru.

The original master didn\'t have a big impression on Jiru. After the rebirth of the monsoon smoke, he didn\'t see Jiru. Before she left for Imperial College, Jiru was not at Jiru\'s house.

But don\'t want to

Jiru has come back.

Monsoon smoke for this "plain" grandfather did not know, casually waved, let Ji brown to go.