I Just Want To Farm

   Chapter 947

  Which one? Qin Yu tilted his head to look and saw a woman who appeared to be very outstanding among a group of disciples in white that came up the mountain road below.

"Calculate."

   "Fan Shan can be Chen Chen."

  The native dialect is—fuck, that woman is just so-so.

  Golden Wall is online again, and I just heard the conversation between the two.

  ——I connected the wrong system? Wrong target?

  Shut up, you!

  Qin Yu said that she got out of the forest and went up the mountain. Jiaojiao keenly noticed that her little fish was faster, as if she wanted to register in front to avoid some people.

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  "Young Master Xiaoyu?" At the entrance to the gate of Qinghuang Mountain, the person in charge of registration looked at Qin Yu a few times, his hand holding the pen paused, and there was some eye contact with the person next to him, which seemed a little hesitant.

  Such hesitation was also whispered by some people nearby, and Qin Yu, who was holding the cat, did not speak. She had passed the stage of being afraid of being pointed.

  But Qing Huangshan had reservations about her, not because of her identity as a flower picker, but because of Qin Shaoyu's death.

   "What? Why did you stop registering?" The mountain gate was obviously here. He was about the same age as Qin Shaoyu. It was Jiang Ming, one of Qin Lin's disciples.

  The implication is that if you don’t participate in the martial arts conference, like everyone else, under the supervision of Qinghuangshan, will you feel superior?

Ah!

  Qin Yu did not have the slightest affection for the Qin family where the original owner was, so she glanced at the other people and asked, "Will Lin Xiang come?"

  Jiang Ming was startled, frowning subconsciously, "My grandfather's matter... the lord hasn't given instructions yet, and you..."

  Before he finished speaking, Qin Yu patted Xiangfu Fu Ling on the table, "Now, he is here."

  The audience was shocked!

  When the people of Qinghuang Mountain were embarrassed, Qin Yu turned his head to look at the registrant, tapped his finger on the table, and said, "What to look at, remember!"

  The expression in his eyes was so cold, and even more magical, the registrant shuddered and jotted down his name.

  Qin Yu's fingertips hooked the order, and looked at Jiang Ming, "Arrange a better place for me. I like quietness."

   Jiang Ming: "..."

  When are they? Would you be so obedient?

  In fact. . . meeting.

  Because the person in front of me is Lin Heng’s person, of course, you can also say that their Qin family and their daughter is Lin Heng’s wife, but I’m sorry, they are widowed, his wife is dead, and there is no bone left. And anyone with eyes knows that the Qin family and the Xiangfu were not equal at the beginning. It was the Qin family who sold their daughters to get in touch with each other, and Lin Heng was very close to the Qin family and didn’t have much friendship, even with the poor Qin San. It was extremely cold, and didn't show any mercy to Qinghuang Mountain, otherwise you thought why the ridicule of Qinghuang Mountain in the rivers and lakes has become more and more intense.

  And Young Master Xiaoyu is different. He is now the celebrity in front of the grandfather. Holding the decree that Lin Heng rarely gives to others, he is like a confidant of his family.

  So Qinghuangshan has to eat it anyway.

  And it has to be seen that they eat willingly.

  So Jiang Ming squeezed out a smile, and was about to say some beautiful scenes. One of his own little brothers couldn't hold back, and said abusive words: "What is arrogance, hold the chicken feathers as an arrow."

  Everyone was practicing martial arts, the ears were so good, so the atmosphere changed again. . .

  Qin Yu: "Do you think Lin Heng is a chicken?"

  Fuck, these words are terrible.

  If the atmosphere was weird and subtle just now, then it is dead silence now.

  The expressions of the people in Qinghuangshan looked like eating shit, especially the little junior brother who almost wanted to show his soul to express three consecutive failures.

  Jiang Ming's face was about to laugh dry, and various polite explanations, after putting off his figure, he also scolded the younger brother with a cold expression, asking the latter to apologize seriously. . . .

  Qin Yu looked coldly, noncommittal, and didn't want to waste time on these fools, but she still didn't seem to be able to leave in time.

  The mysterious people are here.

Jiang Muchen came to pick up the people halfway up the mountain. When he came up, he saw Qin Yu, but he was embarrassed to shout, not because he was afraid of being accused, but because he realized that Qin Yu’s Lin faction was not dealing with Wen Lingyun, so he He didn't speak, but thinking of what Qin Yu said just now, he tried to suppress the corner of his mouth.

  Is Lingheng a chicken?

  Who dares to respond!

Shangwen Lingyun naturally heard it too. She is the most eye-catching among the misty disciples. It's just that everyone knows the purpose of her martial arts, and she doesn't fight for martial arts, so she has a somewhat free attitude, this attitude. Without sacrificing her appearance and temperament, when everyone looked at her, she glanced at Qin Yu, her expression faint, without any reaction.

  Leng Bailian, nothing has changed, Qin Yu secretly said, feeling a little relieved, and left.

  After half an hour.

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   Knocking, the door was knocked.

  "Why are you here!!" Qin Yu opened the door and saw Shangwen Lingyun. She had just focused on cultivation and asked Jiaojiao to monitor this area on her behalf, but the fat man obviously did not warn.

   Jiaojiao, who was lying in a drunken concubine, napping under the quilt raised her tail and scratched her plump buttocks, "You said there is a dangerous person, is this big beauty very dangerous?"

  Qin Yu glanced at him, his eyes cold.

Jiaojiao felt that she was thin and tender, but he was too hairy, so she resisted Qin Yu's death eyes, "Oh, Yuyu, I just want to give you a surprise! And even if I warn, she won't come. Is it? Or are you capable of not seeing her?"

  Is this fat fat man in **** specializing in how to **** her?

   Helpless, Qin Yu opened the door and actively expressed his shock.

The Shangwen Lingyun under the sun seems to be more beautiful than in the imperial capital. Perhaps the real beauty has always precipitated beauty and temperament because of age. What's more, the daughter of the first family is still wearing the misty door of self-cultivation and heroism today. Martial style clothing.

  "Your eyes and ears have always been better than others. I still know this. You don't have to pretend to be ignorant of my arrival."

  Shangwen Lingyun's tone was light.

  Qin Yu leaned against the door and glanced at her back. It was quiet here, there were no people, and there was no one behind her.

   "It's interesting, you won't live next door to me, right."

"right."

  Qin Yu raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Qinghuang Mountain is not afraid of what I, the flower picking thief, do to you, the first beauty of the imperial capital?"

  This is molesting? Shangwen Lingyun looked faintly, "What do you want to do?"

  Oh fuck! What did this woman fix in the ethereal door, is this anti-following her?

  She really likes to talk to people, right?

  Qin Yu was about to go back, Shang Wen Lingyun added, "What can you do?"

what can you do. . .

you can. . ?

no, you can not.

  Qin Yu heard the hidden meaning of her words in minutes, oh, she is imaginary, she can't, this really Xiao Tiantian's nonsense has been passed to the mysterious door?

  If this is a real man, even if it’s not the domineering president Jack Su, he would have to hold the woman’s waist and press it against the wall without saying a word.

  But Qin Yu is not.

  Then why does this woman change her normal way and say such things? Yes or no. . . Tempting her?

  诶, what about martial arts and fitness? You wonder what I am a flower picker.

  Qin Yu's brain hurts.

  (End of this chapter)