Chapter 11: Trouble to the door

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The monsoon smoked the expression of Linghe’s
shamefulness
, and her heart was clear. She silently touched the space soul jade and took out a golden gold bar.
When the monsoon smoke took the gold bar to Linghe, Linghe’s eyes almost didn’t come out.
Smog!
There are gold bars on their lady! ! ! !
For Linghe and others who are poor and have no bark, the bright gold bars in the hands of the monsoon smoke are like dreaming.
"Miss...you are this gold bar...what is it..." Ling He swallowed.
The monsoon smoky eyes turned and smiled and said: "You don't have to ask more, even though you hold it."
This gold bar is left by her master. The monsoon smoke does not know whether the world can use gold. However, it is no big problem to see Linghe’s reaction.
"This... so much... I don't dare..." Linghe's hand was a little shaken.
"You take it first, go back to the city to buy something to eat, right. I have a list here. Go to the city and look for a place to sell herbs. See if you can buy it." Monsoon When the smoke said, he handed the list he had written on the carriage to Linghe. The herbs were written by her memory in the past, and I don’t know if there is any in the world.
Linghe took the list and glanced at it. He couldn’t help but be curious. How could they ask them to buy a bunch of herbs? However, I dare not ask more questions. I can only scream with two less-welded guards to go shopping in the city.
"Miss, what should I do with this kid?" A guardian stunned the little beautiful boy who came to sleep and came to the front of the monsoon smoke. After the monsoon smoked two hurricanes and smashed the hunters into slag, these guards did not dare. Look at the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke looked up at the little beautiful boy on the back of the guard, and the smile on his lips gradually became stiff.
After the young boy was taking the drug, the injury was stabilized, but the injury left behind by the thunder seemed to be scary. Whenever he saw the scar, the monsoon smoke burst into bursts. Mindfulness...
"Cough, I will find a room first, let him rest." The monsoon smoked up and patted the dust on his clothes. He took the lead to go to the messy yard to find a place to stay.
However, this finds, but makes the monsoon smoke some crying, and the desolation of this house is almost the same as that of the temple. The monsoon smoke can only find one that can still live, and clean up a little. I took the quilt that was brought up, and then put the sleepy little boy on the back of the bed.
The filth on the face of the young boy has been wiped away, and how the white face is exposed, how beautiful.
The monsoon smoke is admiring the "beauty" of the young boy. Suddenly, the noise of the noisy screams, but the monsoon smoke has not stood up. There are three strange figures appearing outside the door.
"Is this thought to be a smog? It’s been a long time since I saw it, but it’s getting more and more handsome." A middle-aged man in his 40s wearing a Chinese costume, looking at the monsoon smoke, standing by his side, standing With a man and a woman, the man’s 20-something looks handsome, while the woman looks beautiful and stands with a handsome man.
After the man entered the door, the light wrinkled eyebrows had not been loosened, and the gaze that could not be seen from the eyes of the monsoon smoke.