Chapter 507: Return of wind smoke (2) seeking monthly ticket

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The season brown was busy, and people were lifted out of the semi-dead season, and they ran to the backyard.
The season brown and the seasons are gone, Linghe finally have a chance to talk with the monsoon smoke.
"Miss, are you really okay?"
"This is really scaring us..."
A group of people surrounded the monsoon smoke, the care and worry were revealed at this moment, the monsoon smoke saw the concern of everyone, and patiently responded one by one.
From the mouth of Linghe, the monsoon smoke learned the reason why he was "dead."
I want to come to the season brown after I can't find her, I should have observed it for a while, I dare to make a final decision, but... their eating is too ugly, the monsoon smoke has no news for a long time, they rush to give the monsoon smoke funeral.
The most hilarious thing is that because the monsoon smoke made great achievements in the events of the Imperial College, the Shenglong Emperor deliberately praised a lot, and the seasons of the monasteries sent the news of the death of the monsoon smoke to the front of the Holy Dragon. The emperor sighed for a long time because of this, and also gave a lot of treasures to reassure him.
And those things that were sent to the quarter home by the "monsoon smoke" were all engulfed by the quarters and other people. The residence of the monsoon smoke was also inquired by the seasons, and the original monsoon smoke brought Baby, and what I got back from the family, I was divided by the family.
"It's really... the dog can't change it." The monsoon smoked and smiled and shook his head. The greedy temper of Jijia couldn't be changed. I don't know if she came back now, and the season emirate and the season brown had more headaches.
but……
Looking at them with headaches, the monsoon smoke does not hurt at all.
After the season brown went for a long time, he hurriedly folded back and told the monsoon smoke. After learning about the survival of the monsoon smoke, Ji Ru wanted to see her in person.
The monsoon smoke naturally wants to see if this grandfather, like the rest of the family, nods and promises.
The season brown is afraid of the monsoon smoke, and even dare not personally give the monsoon smoke to lead the way, but instead pushes out the seasons that have not been heard.
Ji Lingling took the monsoon smoke and A Xue in the yard of Jijia. On the way, both of them could see the busy figures of the servants of Jijia.
"How many things did they do, how can they be so eager for the aftermath?" The monsoon smoke looked at the servants who were moving around, and they couldn’t help but feel that the way they sneaked in the season was very ridiculous.
Ji Lingling has no choice but to smile. "The things that I have made are naturally handled by myself." For the family's face, Ji Lingling is also clear. If it is not the surname, she is afraid that she will not stay here again.
"Grandpa, he... what kind of person?" The monsoon smoke hesitated for a moment.
In Jijia, the only thing that can be said is that I only have Ji Ling.
Ji Linglong pondered for a moment, and couldn't say anything. He only said that the monsoon smoke would understand after he met Jiru.
In a short while, the monsoon smoke came to the study room of Ji Ru, Ji Lingling said that the monsoon smoke knocked on the door, and after the sound came out in the room, he took a step back.
The monsoon smoke raised his hand and pushed the door open.
Sitting at the desk of the gate, sitting on a white-haired old man, the old man seems to be vicissitudes, but he does not see a little old-fashioned, a pair of deep eyes showing the wisdom of the years after the precipitation.