Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees blushed for half a day, still weak, still leaning against the clouds.

These beautiful scenes surrounding grasslands, rivers, and herds of cattle and goats make the trees look a little fascinated.

“Yunting, where are we? It's really beautiful here. ”

“We are a grassland at the foot of the snow mountain, I think it's a nice view and the people are simple, so I asked them to borrow a small tent and stay here with you for three days.” Yunting looked at the blue sky and was in a good mood.

The trees also leaned against Yunting's chest, looked up at the blue sky, took a deep breath of fresh air and felt that the whole person was still alive.

She clearly saw Elk's dagger stabbed hard into her chest, and the whole dagger was stuck inside, leaving only one handle outside.

According to biological common sense, trees feel that their hearts must die piercing, and they are still alive.

Alive, just fine.

Why think about the unhappiness? She's alive now, and Cloud Ting is alive, and they can breathe fresh air together, not the best.

“Ow, ow! ”

The bun came back from the distance holding two hawthorn-sized red tuna fruits and thrilled to shove them into the mouth of the woods.

When the trees grabbed the small claws of the bun, they picked up the tuna fruit themselves, ate one, squinted their eyes and nodded, touching the white fur of the bun Praise:

“That's sweet. Sour and sweet fruit flavour, great flavour. ”

She hasn't forgotten to shove a bad one in her mouth.

The trees couldn't help laughing when they saw that Yunting had been deformed by the sour face.

Yunting doesn't like to eat heavy flavors, especially sour. Hayagi just deliberately said it tasted good, which is to cheat Yunting.

Yun Tingming knew her little trick and was happy to be tortured by her.

The bun looked at the trees like it, ran out of the butt, and soon came back with four strawberries.

It's really hard for a bun to grab something with just two front claws, and taking so much at once is the limit.

Though a little sour, the fruit is refreshing, and the trees have not tormented the clouds anymore, eating themselves kabakabadly.

The bun looked at the joy of the trees, and I was delighted. I shouted and was ready to pick it again.

Or the tree hugs this little guy and squeezes his little ears and asks:

“Tell me, where did you get your tangerine? Did you steal something from someone's orchard? ”

“Ow...” Bao responded in vain.

“I told you, stealing is wrong, the outside world, fruit trees have owners, you can't pick them randomly.” Trees are helpless too.

“Ow?” Bao said, this is the mountain.

Like, the bun also makes sense, it's just a little animal, and I can't tell the difference between the mountains here and the ones in my home.

When the trees wake up, they are much more comfortable. They can also stand up and walk around. They can take the bun to their orchard. At least give the money to others.

Yeah, and buy some more! That tangerine fruit is delicious, sweet and sour, obviously has never been pesticides.

The trees and clouds went to the orchard over there. An aunt of the Ha clan was chasing several children of her own clan in flower hats, speaking their national language and not understanding the trees.

But looking at her, the trees also guessed that she probably thought the children had stolen her prawns.

“Auntie, is this orchard your home?” The trees suddenly opened their mouths and the aunt stunned. The children took the opportunity to laugh and scatter.