Chapter 152: Meet the National Teacher (1)

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The little blood family twisted and squeezed the opening, and he said that he was still busy making up a sentence.
"But you have to give me two drops of your blood."
The monsoon smoke looked at a bargained goods that was being bargained, and suddenly it was a little dumbfounding.
As for the brain of this little doll, it is estimated that there are no bones left in the hands of others.
She seems to understand that why a strong blood family will be destroyed.
It’s hard to think about the nature of this food and the worrying IQ.
"As long as you find it, don't say two drops, and it's no problem to double it." The monsoon smoke is so good.
The eyes of the little people are gleaming, and they look like a mouth-watering look.
The monsoon smoke brought the little blood to the room where he lived before the fire. When he first caught the fire, he had nothing but a ruined one. All his things were added to the monsoon smoke. It was a rush, and nothing was taken away before leaving.
The clean room was spotless, even though the monsoon smoke did not tell, but Linghe cleaned the room every day.
"Here, that is where he used to live, look for it." Monsoon flue.
The little family took a small short leg, stood at the entrance of the room, and sighed with a small head.
There was no unusual smell in the room. He climbed up to the bed and touched it. He sniffed, and the little body sniffed on the quilt and sniffed it. He saw the monsoon smoke almost no laughter.
After smashing for a long time in the room, the face of the little family collapsed.
"No, I didn't smell the smell of the same family." The little sorrow stood in front of the monsoon smoke, and the sad reminder opened.
The brain of the monsoon smoke turned quickly. When I remembered the fire, I left the room and cleaned the bed and the clothes that passed through the fire. This time... the monsoon smoke is also depressed... ...
I knew that I could pick up such a little guy, she wouldn't let Linghe clean the room.
This is good, and the breath that belongs to the fire has disappeared.
The monsoon smoke felt great in the heart, and the little blood family on the side crawled down from the bed slowly, and slowly walked to the side of the monsoon smoke, pulling the clothes corner of the monsoon smoke.
"That... there is nothing, I can't find him... We can only find the same family by smell." The expression of the little blood family is somewhat sad, I don't know if it is for the same family that cannot be found, or for the task of not being able to complete the monsoon smoke. I can't get delicious blood.
"If he is in a city with you, can you feel his smell?" asked the monsoon smoke.
When the little blood group thought about it, they were not sure: "If the distance is not too far, maybe it is no problem."
The monsoon smoke immediately had an idea. After discussing with the little blood family, she decided to temporarily raise the snack food. Let Yang Yan stroll through the city every day to see if she could find the trace of the fire.
On the other hand, Linghe has already prepared the gift properly. On the second day of the monsoon smoke, with the departure, he and Linghe went to the residence of the national division.
The Star House has lived in the city for some time, and it has been said for a few months. It’s just that he has always lived in a simple way, that is, the then city’s main city, Lei Xu, could not hold his thigh.
Xu is because of the preference, the place where the Star House lives is relatively remote in terms of Jicheng, and few people come and go.