Bai Weiwei finally walked to Lu Xinglan's yard.
The yard was empty, and a place like a martial arts field was set up outside, where knives, guns, sticks, and various targets were placed.
It was broken several times, and it was crumbling.
Bai Weiwei: "..."
It felt like those targets were what happened to her head.
The door of the house was wide open, and the sun was pouring in generously.
The broken beads curtain was lifted and tied aside.
The incense burner can be seen in the room, and the smoke of agarwood is floating.
Although Lu Xinglan is the most senior military commander, with the title of general, he has a lot of military exploits.
But not a simple mindless general.
He likes to read and is good at strategy.
The staff and strategists around him are just decorations.
And after leaving the battlefield, the life he likes is also more refined.
The style of the house is as elegant as a literati.
Bai Weiwei was holding a basin of water, her hands were already sore.
There is really no one in the yard.
It looks like there is a book boy or something.
But no one was seen.
The system said: "The male protagonist is sitting inside and reading a book. He sits in a relatively remote place. Others can't see him at the door, but he can see anything at the door."
Bai Weiwei: "Such a person is very vigilant."
Finding a place to read is like squatting on the advantageous ground for hunting, peeping around to feel at ease.
She stood at the door without saying a word.
Instead, he was silent, and there was even a hesitant unease on his face, and his eyes fluctuated with a hint of anticipation and fear.
The pomegranate red skirt also moved slightly.
Extremely anxious.
On the side of the bead curtain in the house, there are many books thrown at random on the red sandalwood table.
On the table, the wide black cuffs casually hang down on the edge of the table, and a hand as delicate as jade is flipping the book at will.
He heard someone coming.
But too lazy to look up.
The sun was hot, and there was an ice tub in the house.
Bai Weiwei lingered outside for a while, asking the system for side rewards by the way.
The branch line on the previous plane is so tired.
Even if the reward is a tasteless rib, she will not let it go, after all, it is a point to be able to deceive the master system.
The system has already rummaged through every corner of the supermarket.
Finally, I found a decent reward for him.
"Ding, the branch line rewards are issued."
Bai Weiwei waited for a while, "Huh? What reward?"
Why is there no manual.
System: "The prompt is stuck. It is a fragrant essential oil that has been sprinkled on you."
Bai Weiwei looked blank: "What's the use?"
System: "Isn't the male protagonist a disgusting woman? It is estimated that the femininity is too smelly. I will reward you with a scented essential oil to ensure that your femininity is different, so that he can't stop smelling it and never want to vomit."
Bai Weiwei: "What if it's not the taste that makes him disgusting?"
System: "...Then the reward is useless."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Could this reward be any more unreliable
Spicy chicken.
Bai Weiwei felt that she would stand at the door again and chat with the system about the branch line.
It is estimated that he is going to have a myocardial infarction.
She regained her personality and stepped forward lightly, quite normal, but silent.
A foot just hit the threshold.
But inside the door, a voice as cold as ice and snow, as crisp as broken jade sounded.
"Let's go back."
Bai Weiwei's footsteps stopped, her eyelashes trembled, and her voice contained a soft surprise.
"Master?"
The voice was unexpectedly sweet and gentle.
Let the man who is reading a book raise his eyes indifferently.
But he saw a petite figure standing at the door outside the bead curtain, curling like a willow in the early spring breeze.
She bent over, as if she wanted to see something, her charming eyes were wet, and her pure white face was red with tenderness as she walked.
Such as pinching a pointed flower bud, a tender pinch.
She is extremely charming, but she is more pure and beautiful.
The man sitting at the table froze slightly.
But he saw that the daring girl had already stepped into his house.
The momentary stagnation in the man's eyes disappeared, replaced by a trace of impatience.
I'm not afraid of dying.
It looks like I'm going to kick another one out.