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The corner of the mouth of the monsoon smoke draws a sly smile, opens the stove tripod and prepares to refine the long love flower!

Because she didn't know much about changqinghua, and she didn't dare to add other herbs in it, so soon, a red pill was finished refining. When monsoon smoke took it out, the pill was still hot. She carefully put the pill into the bottle, walked towards the yard where the fire was flowing, smiling, and Bai zedada followed with his small hoof.

In the quiet courtyard, Liuhuo sits alone under the big tree, a pair of beautiful eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and his eyes are still staring at the fallen leaves scattered around him.

Mingming is still a young boy, but somehow, those drooping eyes are filled with layers of melancholy.

"Little fire." The familiar voice was suddenly introduced into Liuhuo's ear and interrupted the Liuhuo's thinking. His heart was slightly shaken, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but his body was frozen for a while, without any action.

Monsoon smoke looked at the little beautiful man sitting under the tree with his head down. He smiled and joined in, but he didn't dislike it. He sat on the ground next to the fire.

Liuhuo's body quivered slightly, and moved to the side subconsciously.

"What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable? " The monsoon smoke didn't notice the abnormality of the flowing fire, but when he was still injured, he raised his hand and naturally stuck it on his forehead with his palm.

Under the palm, the tentacles are cool.

"No problem." The monsoon smoke is a bit hazy.

"I'm fine." Liuhuo some awkward opened the monsoon smoke hand, stuffy voice way.

"Well, I think your injury is better. It shouldn't be a big problem." The monsoon smoke said with a smile.

Liu Huo's brow was frowned again, and his mood was darkened somehow.

The monsoon smoke didn't say anything, and the Liuhuo didn't look at her, but her chest seemed to be blocked, stuffy and stuffy.

His injury is almost over, so Is she going to let him go?

Somehow, this thought rushed to the heart of the flow of fire, which made him upset and even more upset. The silence of the monsoon smoke made the depression more and more intense.

After a while, Liuhuo looks up and wants to say something about the same season.

But just when Liuhuo raised his head and opened his mouth, a pill with residual temperature suddenly fell into his mouth and rolled down his lips and tongue into his throat.

Liuhuo opened his eyes slightly, covered his hot throat, and stared at the smiling monsoon smoke in front of his eyes.

"It's just tempered, but it's still hot." Looking at Liuhuo's stupefied expression, monsoon smoke can't help but reach out and pinch his small white face.

The feel is still so good.

"You..." I'm a little confused.

"Gong Zhengyu said that this long love flower has a good effect on healing. Although your injury is almost healed, there is no harm in making up more." Monsoon flue.