Lord of Puluo

A slender woman walked out of the cantaloupe.

The blazing fire light kept flashing in the projector lens.

"She had her long hair tied up, with only a few strands loose, swaying back and forth on her slightly thin cheeks with the cold wind.

It's not thin, it's angular. From her forehead to her cheekbones, from her cheeks to her chin, the edges and corners on her face are so distinct!

The slender sword eyebrows guard the deep eye sockets, the dark pupils clearly reflect my face, and the slightly raised corners of the eyes pierce my heart.

The straight bridge of his nose carries a heroic spirit that is envied by men, and his tightly closed lips are slightly pale, as if the cold wind has taken away the color.

It shouldn't be the cold wind, it's the chill, the chill coming from the coldness in her heart. The chill is not just on his lips, it fills her strong and beautiful body!

From the tension of the shoulders, to the tenacity of the waist branches, to the tightness of the lower waist, even though she lacks the roundness and softness that a woman should have, the sharp lines are so moving. She is the embodiment of art! "

Snapped!

Glove slapped the projector.

"Look at your potential!" Gloves angrily scolded the projector, "When I see a beautiful woman talking all kinds of things and saying so many beautiful things, I still think about those dirty things!"

The projector hurriedly shouted: "There is no dirt in my heart, I only have the purity of art,

This beautiful girl, please take off your plain white clothes first, and let’s be honest together..."

Snapped!

Glove knocked over the projector with a slap, and said to Li Banfeng: "My boss, the projector is full of hypocrisy, and there is not a single word of truth.

If you speak the truth, you have to speak with your conscience. Even though this woman is beautiful, does a beautiful woman have to have a conscience?

When encountering a woman without conscience, the more beautiful she is, the more disadvantaged the head of the household will be. I will first go and see for the head of the household how much weight this woman’s conscience has! "

Just as Glove was about to rush upward, Tang Dao was the first to stop Glove.

"How dare you touch such a beautiful woman first? Do you still have the master in your heart?"

"I'm looking at my conscience..."

"No matter the conscience or the peach, no matter the front door or the back door, they all belong to our lord. After the lord, it must be me. You stand back!"

Gauntlet said angrily: "If you say you'll keep going, then you'll be the one to teach me a lesson. The boss hasn't spoken yet!"

The gloves and the Tang Dao started fighting. The Tang Dao was particularly strong today and seemed to be really moving.

"You're really going to kill me!" Gauntlet said angrily, "My boss, you're going to kill me twice for such a melon guy. Do you care?"

Gauntlet looked at Li Banfeng and found that Li Banfeng was eating cantaloupe.

Cantaloupe is very sweet, but also very astringent. Li Banfeng broke into a cold sweat because of the astringency, and his body also carried the unique fragrance of cantaloupe.

Li Banfeng looked at the cantaloupe version of Hong Ying, nodded and said, "This time I planted it and put it to good use!"

Glove swallowed and said, "Will you use it when you get back?"

The projector said excitedly: "I am willing to record this great process!"

Tang Dao said: "The general feels that we shouldn't let these dirty people watch this kind of thing."

Li Banfeng said: "Let's go!"

Melon Hong Ying smelled the scent of melon on Li Banfeng, and followed Li Banfeng into his home. The lid of the old teapot that was making tea suddenly flew up, and the tea spilled everywhere.

"Old man, what are you making all this fuss about?" Jiu Gourd was about to fall asleep when he was woken up by the teapot.

She looked toward the door, stared at Xianggua Hongying for a moment, and sighed: "There is such a beautiful woman in the world."

Pendulum was stunned, and so was Meng De. Liansi was still resting next to the record player, but he couldn't help but sit up and take a look.

Judge Pen really wanted to see it, but he was too lazy to open his eyes.

Everyone stared for a long time and turned their attention to Zhen Hongying who was dressing up.

Hong Ying held the comb, and the hair in her hand had been torn out, but she kept combing it.

The record player asked: "Bitch, why don't you take a look?"

"I can't see..." Hong Ying lowered her head and asked carefully, "Does she look like me?"

The record player stared at the cantaloupe for a while: "I don't think so."

From the distant ninth room, Honglian's voice came: "I think it looks quite similar."

Li Banfeng felt that Honglian seemed to be talking, but he still couldn't hear clearly.

"My lord, this Hong Ying seems to be lacking some spirituality."

"What I'm saying is that if you don't have spirituality, it's still useless!" Li Banfeng cut his finger, put a drop of blood on the cantaloupe, and activated the skill of hiding the beauty in the golden house.

The white and greenish skin was a little more red, and the cantaloupe suddenly had the texture of life.

The projector couldn't help shouting: "Art, this is the art I am pursuing so hard!"

"This is useless!" Mittens spat at the projector and quietly walked around to the cantaloupe, wondering where to start.

He was struggling fiercely in his heart, and at this moment he had some philosophical thinking.

Peach is what I love, and conscience is also what I love. You cannot have both. It would be great if you could grow two hands.

Mittens thought for a moment and decided to start with his conscience.

As long as she gets her conscience, Hong Ying will reach out to cover it, and then pick peaches behind her. Who says you can't have both!

Gloves had figured out his plan. As soon as he flew in front of Xianggua Hongying, he was glanced at by Xianggua Hongying.

At this glance, the power came over him instantly, and his gloves immediately softened and flew into Li Banfeng's pocket, making him tremble with fear.

The record player praised: "It looks like this time, it really does!"

Xianggua Hongying glanced at the projector, which immediately adjusted its focus, and he temporarily put aside his pursuit of art.

Xianggua Hongying glanced at Tang Dao again. Tang Dao leaned against the wall and said calmly: "The general is just an ordinary knife."

The record player laughed and said, "Mr. Sir, what do you think?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said: "It looks good!"

"My dear husband, what's the point of just looking at it? Why don't you try it quickly?"

Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "It's not urgent."

"I'm so anxious, little slave," the record player scolded, "I just want to see if this bitch is useless."

Li Banfeng said with a smile: "It seems to work at first glance."

"Then my husband, please use it as much as you like." As he spoke, the record player used steam to stir up Zhen Hongying.

Zhen Hongying felt very complicated: "You let Qi Lang use her?

what about me? Who am I? Zhao Xiaowan, you are torturing me on purpose. "

While speaking, Hong Ying sobbed twice.

"What do you mean by torturing you?" The record player laughed, "I'm here to help you, husband. Such a useful Yingying, if you don't need it now, how long can you wait?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "There's no rush now. We'll wait until we get to the place."

The lady was puzzled: "Where?"

"When we reach the realm of autumn leaves, let's have a big fight."

The record player didn't understand even more: "If we have a big fight, do we still have to divide the space?"

"Bonus, I'll rely on her from now on!"

"Just rely on her? What about the little slave..." Upon hearing this, the record player was a little jealous.

"Madam, you can't do this. From now on, you have to rely on her every day."

"Relying on me every day? Isn't it true? My husband dislikes my little slave..." The record player felt that he might have made a wrong decision.

"Why not?" Li Banfeng touched the cantaloupe Hong Ying, "I plan to build a station on the border of Qiu Luoye. Look at the girl's body shape, she must be a good hand at picking up dirt!"

Curie instantly became quiet.

Zhen Hongying asked softly: "You mean picking dirt? Is this appropriate?"

"Isn't it suitable?" Li Banfeng looked at Xianggua Hongying again, seeming to realize something. "Just picking up soil is indeed a bit overkill. Digging holes should be no problem.

Yingying, if you spill more blood and make more cantaloupes, now is the time for us to employ people! "

boom!

Hong Ying bumped into the record player: "Xiaowan, eat my soul, I won't live anymore! I can't live anymore!"

The record player said in a panic: "Don't make trouble first. If you have something to say, please speak slowly!"

boom! boom!

Hong Ying kept hitting the record player: "You ate me, eat me now, or I will kill this madman!"

The record player kept screaming: "Bitch, don't hit me with the head of your gun and break my front cabinet!"

Everyone stepped forward to stop Hong Ying, but she was so strong that no one could stop her.

The room was in chaos, and the owner laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha, Ah Qi, I read you right, repairing the station is the serious business!"

"This is a serious matter!" Li Banfeng didn't understand what they were making, "Why are you so crazy?"

After leaving his home, Li Banfeng immediately set off and rushed to the land of Qiu Luoye.

…

The total number of plots opened on Qiu Yiye's land exceeds 3,000.

Looking at the continuous sky, Qiu Luoye couldn't hold down the corners of her mouth.

A ball of will-o'-the-wisp flew in front of him, and Shui Yongquan hurriedly said: "Qiu Xiangxiang, something is going to happen."

"Don't scare me!" Qiu Luoye waved his hand, "I'm busy and have no time to talk to you!"

"I'm not trying to scare you. I've received news that someone is coming from Neizhou, and they're here just for this matter!"

"Where did you get the news? Are you still in contact with Neizhou?" Qiu Luoye stared, "Shui Yongquan, are you jealous because my business is booming, and are you deliberately pouring cold water on me?"

Shui Yongquan sighed: "Believe it or not, I haven't told Lao Qi about this yet. You'd better tell him yourself.

Qiu Xiangxiang, you are playing too crazy. Neizhou already knows it. What do you think is the use of being so anxious to open up wasteland?

If you want to turn it into a legitimate land, you need 10,000 people to live permanently on your land. Where are you going to get these 10,000 people?

You've taken such a big risk on things that don't tell you anything, so stop it now, or you won't even have time to cry! "

The water is gone.

Qiu Luoye fell into silence.

…

Li Banfeng came to Qiu Luoye's territory and saw Qiu Luoye in a daze. He stepped forward and asked, "Brother Qiu, what happened?"

"Lao Shui told me that Neizhou is targeting me because of land reclamation."

Li Banfeng was shocked. Shui Yongquan would not lie about this matter. He did not expect Neizhou to find out so soon.

"What are you going to do?"

Qiu Luoye sighed: "What Lao Shui said makes sense. Even if all the land is opened up, without ten thousand people living there permanently, this place will not become a legitimate land."

Li Banfeng looked at Qiu Luoye and said, "You also want to slow down the land reclamation matter?"

"Lao Qi, that's what I thought..." Qiu Luoye looked up at the sky, looking at the continuous skylight, silent for a long time, stood up, and shook off the dead branches and leaves all over his body, "Can you go any faster? "

Li Banfeng smiled: "Yes, but aren't you afraid?"

Qiu Luoye gritted his teeth: "They know it anyway. If they come, I will fight them. You only need to open up wasteland and don't worry about anything else."

We’ll talk about the 10,000 people later. Let’s open up the territory first. As long as you don’t give in, I will fight them to the end! "

PS: To do the right thing, you have to meet the right person.