Chapter 119： Little rushing heart (2) (1/2)

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Gong Zhengyu was a good speech and nodded. Only the expressions of the two black men behind him were not very good-looking. Linghe could only pretend that nothing was seen. He called Yang Lan to go to the warehouse to check the ore.

The monsoon smoked and sighed and came to the prescription. There was only one plant left in the box, and the position that was taken off was still fresh. The monsoon smoked silently against the blooming long flower. Exhaled, the original long-lasting flowers, suddenly become more beautiful, the aura that lingers on the long-lasting flowers suddenly became much more generous, and the aura of the previous two is not bad.

The corner of the monsoon smoke crossed a sly smile, opened the stove, ready to refine this long love flower!

Because she didn't know too much about the long love flower, she didn't dare to add the medicinal herbs in it, so soon, a reddish medicinal herb was refining, and when the monsoon smoke took it out, the remedy was taken. Some of the hot hands, she carefully put the medicinal herbs into the bottle, smiled and walked toward the small courtyard where the fire was, and Bai Zezhen followed the small hoof.

In the quiet small courtyard, the fire was sitting alone under the big tree, a pair of nice eyebrows were lightly wrinkled, and the eyes stared quietly at the fallen leaves.

It’s still a young boy, but I don’t know why, but the low-pitched scorpion has a layer of sorrow.

”Small stream fire.” The familiar voice was introduced into the ear of the fire, interrupted the idea of ​​the fire, his heart slightly shocked, subconsciously want to look up, but the body was stiff, no movement.

The monsoon smoke looked at the little beautiful man sitting under the tree with his head down, laughing and happily scraping the past, not disgusting, sitting directly on the fire floor.

The body of the fire trembled a little, and the subconscious moved to the side.

”What's wrong with this? Is it uncomfortable?” The monsoon smoke did not notice the abnormality of the fire. Only when he was unhealed, he raised his hand and naturally applied his palm to his forehead.

Under the palm of your hand, the tentacles are cool.

”There is no problem.” The monsoon smoke is a bit confused.