Assassin Farmer

The Mid-Autumn Festival has finally arrived in the hopes of flourishing towns.

The final play has also begun. This morning, it is the last half of the opening of Flowers Town. After noon, Flowers Town will truly belong to the private courtyard of Jing Wang Mansion. Non-Flowers Town personnel are not allowed to enter.

This is a rule recently set by Lin Shiyao. An unwritten rule, but no one dares to disobey. And no one can help but listen.

As a result, he set up a series of lengths of stray arrays at two entrances to Flower Town and in the peripheral fields, which were easily broken into by outsiders.

The seemingly extremely simple and neat peach blossom grove planted by outsiders who do not understand the seven star gossip and other deep formation methods, cannot find the entrance to the floral town in the fascinating peach blossom grove.

As for the villagers in the town, under the explanation that Stu and a dozen of his brothers went door-to-door together, he understood the method of entering the town completely. Simply put, as soon as he entered the forest, he closed his eyes and walked straight. Twenty steps later, he was already in the palace at the entrance of the village.

Fortunately, after half a month of open entertainment to see the drama, the villagers of Flower Town are tired of visiting foreign tourists, looking at the otherwise immaculate courtyard, despite being ordered to do so again, to persuade and to persuade, still ruined and dirty. Looking at the original fruit-filled walls of the households, despite being persuaded twice to be thrown out of the town of flowers, they were still picked thoroughly enough, so long as they were within reach, the branches and trees were empty.

Therefore, Lin Shiyao's proposal was simply talking about their hearts. All applauded.

In this way, the town of Flowers has a copper wall and iron walls.

“Finally, the earlobes are quiet.” Simon branded his head into his mouth with a mouthful of palatable aroma and two years of Chen Guihua brewing, his eyes squinting comfortably.

“Yeah, who the hell came up with the bad idea? Half a month? Also open to the outside world. Tsk... it's not a temple, and there's free tea available...” Simon also served a delicious wine, the interface said.

“The village chief's proposal, Manager Shaw's cooperation, that's all. However, without such a fuss, the usefulness of the mayhem will probably be unacceptable to some stubborn villagers.” Lin Shiyao leaned back against the pavilion pillar and held the cup and looked out over the beautiful mountain. In the early autumn of Shen Shi Shi, the sunset hangs in the mountains, projecting on the angry Ho Tang, and it is beautiful.

“This wine is well made. I wonder if there's anything else?” Shi branded a wine jar with little memory, his lips flashed and looked at Shi Liu Lin.

“Without it, the pot was brewed. If you show up, they don't show up, we'll still have four of us, and maybe a lot of good wine.” Mr Lin replied without returning. The laughter that flashed through his eyes did not affect his slightly waveless statement. He had to take a look at the words. He, this is annoying to these people? Men of opposite sex and inhumanity! The two muttered in unison.

“You have no conscience, today's flowering yard can be so charming and comfortable, at least we have our share of the hard work.” Simon glanced at the sky, rolled his eyes and muttered out loud.

“Can a hard-working man still live here so comfortably?” Lin Shiyao looked up and drank the good wine in the cup, turning to look at the two of them and refrain from asking questions.

“Well, I'm sure we have the right to live, and we earn it through our hard work.” Simon struck each other in the palms, squinting some intoxicated eyes, and concluded this conclusion. Of the four, counting him as the worst alcoholic beverage, this is not true. After two years of vinegar, Xiao Half Tan's eyes began to fall apart.

“Well said.” Lin Shiyao looked like a big stomach and gave his consent. He glanced at the drunken brand of Shi, silenced for a moment, and made a good reminder: “Don't get drunk enough to not recognize the object. ”

As a brother, he's done. If anything happens, no wonder he didn't warn you.

“Hmm?” Simon stared at Lin Shi Liu in disgust. “What object? ”

“He said it was time to find a woman to settle down.” Simon smiled and stopped Lin Shiyao, who wanted to ask for further explanation, the interface said.

My whole life, I'm supposed to end up alone. Anyway, Simon has a lot of children, so just give me one at a time and I'll be... uhh... ”

Lin Shiyao listened to this drunken speech branded by Shi, squinting his eyes and humming in his heart: Very good, dare to strike up his baby's idea. He deserved to be bowed by the king tonight.

Simon silently helped the forehead, sighing and lifting began to show the drunken brand, "Walk away, don't be embarrassed here. I'll help you go back to your room and watch the moon later. ”

“Shilling, isn't Stu coming back this year?” Not out of the octagonal pavilion, Simon thought of Stu, who had not heard from him in a long time, and turned to ask.

“Didn't say. But it should be here.” Sooner or later. Perhaps it is possible to come to the moon in the middle of the night.

“Well, I'll see you tonight. I'll get him back first. This guy, if he doesn't practice kung fu for a while, he has gained a lot of weight in his waist and is dying...”

Lin Shiyao smiled and sent the two of them away, and then cleaned up the empty wine jar and glasses on the stone table, intending to go back to the main yard to accompany Shuihui to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival later.

He was about to step out of the octagonal pavilion. Lin Shiyao's body was slightly tongued. He looked up deep into the pond and gently lifted his lips. "If you're here, why don't you come out? ”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.” Behind the lotus bushes, a shadow of brown emerged, precisely from a thousand miles away from the Gazette of Wind Yao came to the Festival of the Festival of Unity.

“When did you arrive? Have you finished your drink?” Lin Shiyao Yang held an empty wine bowl in his left hand.

“Just arrived.” Stu lifted his robe and sat across the stone stool beside the pavilion with his hands behind his head and leaning against the pavilion pillar. "What a pity, I didn't catch up. ”

“What, hurt?” Lin Shiyao saw him in such a different resting motion from the past that he glanced at him.

“You found out.” Stokely slipped down his torso and laid on a stone stool to replenish his lack of excessive strength.

“Who else can hurt you now?” Lin Shiyao twisted his eyebrows and asked low. In the hands of Isto, squeezing into the top ten is no longer a problem. Besides, Fung Yao Gang doesn't take the killing task anymore, it doesn't make sense to get hurt.

He is not worried about the injuries on Stu's body. Anyway, if he doesn't hurt a few times a year, it's not Stu. He was just worried about what might happen to Flower Town.

“Don't worry. That man was just looking for me.” Shi Tuo saw Lin Shiyao in such a glorious way, he turned his eyes helplessly, "Hey, at least I am also a wounded patient, if you don't comfort me just a few words, at least send me some food. I haven't eaten in a day. ”

That's why as soon as I get to the other yard, I'm going to go to Ho Tang first and pick some lotus seeds for a refreshing taste. The owner caught him just as soon as he arrived.

“Wait.” Lin Shiyao turned around and lost his figure after a few long leaps, leaving him lying on his back on a stone stool and taking care of his injuries. Stu muttered silently: “Actually, you can send me to the pine garden. Take a hot bath and have a hot meal...” (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)