Chapter 291: Seeking to stay (1)

Remember [EbookFREE.me] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!
"What!" The season brown is completely dumbfounded.
Is the monsoon smoke going out?
How can this be! !
It is a pity that the monsoon smoke roots did not pay attention to the turbulent inner heart of the season. With Linghe and others, the head did not return and went out from the gate of Jijia.
The left-only quarter brown and the quarters of the Emirates collapsed.
The monsoon smoke is gone, and the things she gets back will naturally not be placed in the quarter, then...
The quarter brown scalp was numb, and he couldn’t imagine how he would explain to other people in the season.
Do you want him to say...
Their things can no longer be returned?
Ji Jialian suffered two blows, and it was already a big injury. On the contrary, the monsoon smoke left the Jijia with a lot of precious spirits. When she left the gate of the Jijia, she did not forget to turn back her own. In the residence, I brought out the small white zebras and small bats that were placed there, and took away the "savings" that I had before.
Ling He and others, one person holding a big box, standing in the small alleys, watching the left hand holding Bai Ze, the right hand holding the small bat's monsoon smoke coming, everyone's eyes can not help but look behind the monsoon smoke go with.
"Miss? What about your other things?" Ling He blinked. He remembered what he had taken to the auction house yesterday. He also placed it in the quarter.
"All with it." The opening of the monsoon smoke smiles, the space soul jade is now full of equipment.
"That... Miss, when did you find a place to live, this said to move, we really scared you." Ling He said quietly, "but still Miss Ying, early moved out of the quarter home. Nature is the best thing, where is the new place to live? How do we get there?"
The monsoon smoke smiled and said: "I don't know."
The rising mood of Linghe and others is instantly lost by the three words of monsoon smoke.
"No... don't know?" Linghe was a little dumbfounded.
"I didn't want to move out so quickly. Today is just a temporary start." The monsoon smoked shrugly at random, as if he didn't feel that something was wrong with his own whim.
"..." Linghe suddenly had the urge to cry.
They can return to the military, but what about the monsoon smoke?
With so many treasures, I am afraid that even the hotel does not dare to live.
"With it." The monsoon smoke suddenly flashed, she looked at Linghe: "Ling brother, do you remember the little brother yesterday?"
"Little brother?" Ling He looked confused, and it took a while to react. Who is the monsoon smoker?
"Miss, what are you talking about?"
The monsoon smoke nodded. "We didn't send him back yesterday? Should you remember his place?"
"Remember... remember is..." Linghe suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"That's easy to do, Ling Da Ge, you lead the way." Jifeng smoke smiled.
"Ah? Leading the way? Where?" Linghe looked awkward.
The blast smiled and said: "Hey."
"..."
Located in the corner of the emperor's ancient house, the dilapidated houses, the moss everywhere, the old and almost impossible to close the door, now the big thorns open.
The embarrassment that was wrapped in a black cloak for a long time, incredibly wide-eyed, and stunned in front of his own house, the group of "uninvited guests."
"We met again." Monsoon smoked and raised his hand, waving his hand toward the cockroach, but forgot to hold a small bat in his hand...