A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating Chapter 222: Yan dog's carnival

  Chapter 222 Yan Dog's Carnival

   Return along the way you ca.

  Lu Jingzhi couldn't calm down, she thought to herself, "My sister's five-year plan can be shortened by half of the ti driven by money, no, my sister is so aweso, it is estimated that the shortened ti is far more than half."

  The forest is next to a lake.

When    ca, Lu Jingzhi saw the lotus in the pond full of swaying, and thought of the flowers she hadn't seen by the stream in Huxi Village, so she wanted to take a closer look.

  Looking at the lotus swaying in the breeze under the shadow of the moon, he trotted for two steps. Suddenly, Lu Jingzhi found that there were people by the lake.

   She slowed down.

   It seed that they heard footsteps, and the people by the lake turned around.

  Lu Jingzhi's footsteps ca to a complete standstill.

  The lotus flower she was thinking about beca the background at that mont, and her eyes were only on that figure.

Han Chuang studied hard for six plus three plus two years. At this mont, she couldn't think of "a son should only see paintings", and she forgot that "there are gentlen who are like cutting like learning, like cutting like grinding", and even the sentence " Mo Shangren Ruyu can't even rember.

   There was only one sentence rolling back and forth in my heart-fuck you, you are promising! You have seen a fairy!

  The young man fell into the mortal world like a star, just standing there, it makes people feel that the mountains and rivers are safe and the years are lodious.

   Not to ntion he smiled at Lu Jingzhi.

  The most beautiful woman in the world.

The word    suddenly popped out of Lu Jingzhi's mind, and he slamd a hamr on her celestial cap.

  In an instant, the bewitched soul returned to its place.

   There is a long and satisfying feeling that rises from the bottom of my heart after my curiosity is satisfied—this is my mother's son.

   "Are you Xin Ziyi's guest?" Lu Jingzhi asked.

   "I guess."

  Lu Jingzhi: The voice is also nice.

   This trip was worth it.

   Yan dog's carnival.

  The young man was dressed in white, embellished with silver embroidered dark patterns. When he raised his hands, the flowing light spots swayed, as if he was holding the moonlight in his arms.

  This dress is very expensive at first glance.

  Lu Jingzhi thought to himself, if nothing happened to her mother, she might never wear rough and rough cloth that abraded her skin all her life.

   "My na is Lu Jingzhi, the deer of the forest deer."

  Standing by the lake, you can't see the color of the lotus clearly.

   I only know that they are crowded and crowded, and they are very lively.

  The young man didn't respond politely to her, but nodded politely to show that he was listening carefully.

  He stands out.

   It is also very conspicuous without using others in the crowd.

  But when Lu Jingzhi trotted over to look at the lotus, he didn't see him for the first ti.

   No, it should be said to be 'perceived'.

  He seems to be in harmony with nature.

  When Lu Jingzhi uses wood-type abilities, he can also have this kind of ti to blend into nature.

  But under normal circumstances, she is a dazzling existence that can be perceived by people at the first ti.

  Between this, she really didn't know anyone who could be as outstanding and reclusive as him.

   Extrely contradictory.

"It's so late, what are you doing? Are you admiring the flowers? I'm also here to enjoy the flowers." Lu Jingzhi ca to the familiar set, and lied as soon as he opened his mouth, not at all because there was a box of newly unearthed, fresh Warm gold bars and a guilty conscience.

  His hands were constantly moving, throwing sothing into the water, and his long hair was hanging down, almost reaching his knees, shaking slightly with the movents.

  Lu Jingzhi thought he was throwing fish food.

   Still wondering.

  If you don’t sleep at night, fish don’t sleep.

   Take a closer look, it's not fish food.

  Yes, paper money.

  Through the young man's fingers, the paper money was slowly scattered like butterflies, and finally fell into the lake unwillingly and was wet by the lake water, and was quietly swallowed by the lake water without a single sound.