Chapter 2740： Tired of the tired generals (4)

The 2740th chapter tired tired beautiful general (4)

Bai Weiwei finally walked to the courtyard of Lu Xinglan.

The courtyard was empty, with a martial arts-like place outside, where knives, sticks and various targets were set.

It was shattered several times and was crumbling.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Feeling those targets is what's going on with her head.

The door of the room was wide open, and the moonlight poured in generously.

The shattered bead curtain was **** and tied aside.

The incense burner can be seen in the room, and the incense smoke is floating.

Although Lu Xinglan is the most senior military commander, he has the title of General, and his military achievements are numerous.

But it is not simply a brainless general.

He likes reading and is good at strategy.

The staff officers around him were just furnishings.

And after off the battlefield, his favorite life also tends to be refined.

The style of the house is as elegant as a literati.

Bai Weiwei was holding a pot of water, her hands were already sour.

The yard is really not alone.

There seems to be a book boy or something.

But no one was seen.

The system said: "The man sits inside and reads a book. The place where he sits is relatively biased. Others cannot see him at the door, but he can see anything at the door.

Bai Weiwei: "People like this are very vigilant."

Finding a place to read is like squatting on the superior ground for hunting, peeping around and reassuring.

She stood at the door and didn't say a word.

But he was silent, his face was even hesitant, his eyes fluctuated with a touch of expectation and fear.

The garnet red skirt also moved slightly.

Extremely hasty.

On the side of the bead curtain in the room, a lot of books were randomly thrown on the rosewood table.

On the table, wide black cuffs hang freely at the table, a hand as delicate as jade, flipping books at will.

He heard someone coming.

But too lazy to look up.

The summer heat was hot at night, and there was an ice basin in the house.

Bai Weiwei wandered outside for a while, and by the way asked the system for a branch reward.

The spur on the previous plane was so tired.

She won't let go of the reward even if it is a chicken rib, after all, it can be a little bit to pit the main system.

The system has already looked through every corner of the supermarket discount area.

Finally, he turned out a decent reward.

"Ding, branch rewards are issued."

Bai Weiwei waited for a while, "Huh? What reward?"

Why is there no manual.

System: "Cue jam, it's a fragrant essential oil that has been sprinkled on you."

Bai Weiwei's face was blank: "What's it for?"

System: "Isn't the male protagonist a disgusting woman? It is estimated that the femininity is too stinky, and I will reward you with a scented essential oil to ensure that your femininity is different, so that he can't stop it, and absolutely doesn't want to throw up."

Bai Weiwei: "What if his disgusting taste is not?"

System: "... then the reward is useless."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Can this reward be even less reliable?

Spicy chicken.

Bai Weiwei felt that she was standing at the door again, and ran a branch with the system.

It is estimated that myocardial infarction will be angry.

She resumed her character and walked gently, well-formed but silent.

Just hit the threshold.

But I heard a cold sound like ice and snow inside the door.

"Let's go back."

Bai Weiwei's footsteps fluttered, her eyelashes fluttered, and her voice contained a hint of softness.

"Master?"

The sound was unexpectedly nice and gentle.

Let the man who is reading a book look up indifferently.

But when I saw the bead curtain, the petite figure standing at the door was like the beginning of a spring breeze.

She stooped, as if she wanted to see something, her charming eyes were wet, her white face was soft and thin as she moved.

Like the tip of a flower bud, a tender handful.

Very charming, but pure pure beauty.

The man sitting at the table, his eyes lightened slightly.

But he saw the bold girl who had stepped into his house.

The momentary stagnation in the man's eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of impatience.

I'm not afraid of death.

It looks like another one is going out.

The last one.

For a moment, I could not think of the theme, and I wrote the last theme of the disgusting female general on the copywriting.

My taste has always been so single.

Sweet little white flowers or something.

(End of this chapter)