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Bai Ze felt the danger. He shook subconsciously. His small body arched into the arms of seasonal wind and smoke. His big wet eyes seemed to cry.

"It's not food. It can't be eaten." Monsoon smoke raised hand not light not heavy to wheeze day dog a slap.

The dog whined.

It's no wonder that Xiaotian dog covets Baize so much. It's because of the monsoon smoke to cultivate Baize into a deer. During this period of time, Baize has been continuously fed with pills, and he also sleeps with Baize in his arms. Even though Baize hasn't completely come from the ordinary body yet, the smell from his body is more attractive to Warcraft than anything else.

It looks delicious. It's made of wood!

Linghe looks at the demon wolf under the monsoon smoke. He is as good as a dog. He really thinks that he may be wrong.

The night wolf will not be so unruly!

"Well, miss, since the lodes have been selected, when shall we go and get them?" Ling he decided to ignore the problem.

"You don't have to worry about it. Just give it to Yang Jian and Tian Qiu." Said the monsoon smoke raised chin to the puppet on one side.

The stiff Yang Jian suddenly kneels on one knee, and the sudden action makes Linghe jump up directly.

"Yes." Yang Jian's hoarse and low voice sounded.

Ling he was stunned all the way until Yang Jian came out of Ling He's sight with a huge basket and a sky dog.

"Little Little Miss, that puppet... " Why does Mao speak?

Damn it!!

"Calm down." Monsoon smoke patted Ling crane's shoulder and said: "brother Ling, you should get used to this kind of thing slowly."

Later? Ling he is a little bit confused. Can we say that similar things will happen in the future?

Linghe thinks he can do it for a while. He's afraid that I can't get used to it.

"OK, elder brother Ling, if you are OK, you will continue to practice. I will take xiaobaize for a while to eliminate food." Monsoon smoke smile of the opening, holding white Ze to leave.

Linghe's expression doesn't mention how tangled it is. He doesn't understand. Because Miss Mao likes to call the self-cultivation when she sits cross legged on the ground. What's more, she holds Baize. How can Baize eat?

For Yang Jian and Xiaotian dog, Ling he is also confused.

However, no matter how ignorant it is, Ling he is still good.

In contrast, Lei's father and son, who were taught a lesson by the monsoon smoke yesterday, are now in another bleak situation.

In the city Lord's mansion, Lei Min had to lie down on the bed to rest because of the heavy injury on his buttocks. When he came back last night, Lei Xu called many doctors to treat him. Although Lei Min recovered his mind, the severity of the wound far exceeded Lei Xu's expectation. In the words of the doctor, Lei Min's injury was not three or five months old. Maybe it would be better.

Lei Xu's eyes were red with rage when he heard the news. At the moment, he was standing at the head of Lei Min's bed, looking at his only son's haggard look.