Chapter 506： Return of wind smoke (2) (1/2)

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The face of the season brown was even more embarrassing. He hurriedly threw the wine cellar in his hand and looked at the monsoon smoke.

”Where...where...I...this is also a slap in the face of alcohol...” The cold sweat behind the season brown soaked in the clothes, but his face was still holding a false smile.

The monsoon smoked a light smile, sitting casually on the side of the chair, slender legs and overlapping, so that the whole face of the face of the seasony brown.

”Second, what happened in this season? How do you end up with white sails? Isn't it... the uncle is dead?” The monsoon smoked and looked at the season brown.

However, when she said this, she almost did not let the old blood of the season spurt out.

This is clearly a funeral for her monsoon smoke, how come to her mouth, even to the quarters to do?

However, looking at the smashed Lingtai, and then look at the seasons that fell on the ground, and the seasons are not even dare to say anything, only strong support for the smile: ”Misunderstanding, it is a misunderstanding, you are a big man...the body is very good, we have nothing to do with the family, no one has anything.”

The monsoon smoke raised his eyebrows slightly. ”Oh? It turned out to be the case, but how can I stop the season and say that I have to drive them out?”

Behind the season brown is a burst of cold, and hurriedly said: ”Where is the thing, she is young, and she talks nonsense, how can we drive the Ling brothers out?”

The season of the brown said that the good life hypocrisy, cited Linghe and others for a while, but he still can squint.

The monsoon smoke looks like the hypoglyph of the season brown, only feels nausea.

”So the troubled two uncles have pulled everything here. I just experienced a **** battle and looked at things very annoying.”

The season brown nodded, and this was remembered. The monsoon smoke not only did not die, but also made great contributions. Before the St. Longdi talked about the Imperial College, he once named the monsoon smoke and did not let the eyebrows, the three-day funeral There are quite a few expensive people coming to the door.

At this moment, the monsoon smoke is no longer a mere demise.