Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Feeling Yuwen Luanfei's expression, Li Wenli couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. What does this guy mean by looking at him sullenly?

The first time I suspected that he didn't understand sex, and now he has this expression... An artist really knows how to do things.

Li Wenli frowned, and silently patted Yuwen Luanfei's shoulder: "I said, buddy, what are you thinking about every day?"

Yuwen Luanfei was imagining how the two of them would accept worship from Wanmin, when suddenly he was patted on the shoulder and instantly sobered up.

He shivered in embarrassment and said, "No...it's nothing."

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Li Wenli stroked his chin thoughtfully, and this guy's appearance of trying to hide his identity became even more suspicious.

Yuwen Luanfei couldn't bear the sharp eyes of the fox, so he simply patted his buttocks and got up: "A Dao is back, I'll go and see what delicious food he hunted back."

Bai Junjun looked at the fleeing artist and became suspicious: "By the way...you two have been talking about it for a few days, what's the secret?"

Li Wenli raised his eyebrows. He never thought that the eldest lady would think that he and Yuwen Luanfei were in the same group. He quickly clarified: "He is the only one who is nagging, and I also thought he was weird, so I asked, but there was nothing. The guy ran away with a guilty conscience after asking."

Bai Junjun scratched his head, only to ask Wenren Pingting another day.

His wife must know about the artist.

After making up their minds, the two stopped talking about these two, and they followed to see A Dao's spoils.

Although there are jungles around here, the nearest stream is this stream, and Ah Dao caught five or six fish.

Everyone knew that they were going out to fight... No, it was an adventure, so they brought enough food, pots and pans, and the hunting team brought back fish, and some people found some bird eggs nearby, so they discussed and decided to cook rice Rice, grilled fish, and egg flower fish head soup.

The rich dishes make people feel that they are out to work. Everyone just had a lunch here as if they were on an outing, rested for a while before continuing.

Continue to set off along the river, about half an hour later, everyone saw a very tall stone platform from a distance.

The magistrate's eyes lit up again: "Then...is it the city wall?"

This time, before Bai Junjun could speak, the men of the Fire Devouring Clan became excited first.

They chattered a lot in ancient Chinese in a moment of excitement, and then they came to their senses and switched back to stumbling official Chinese: "This is our Tongtiantai."

Everyone walked forward in a hurry, and stopped after a while.

Seeing them stop, Bai Junjun couldn't help wondering: "Why don't you keep going?"

"This... this doesn't seem to be our Tongtiantai." The patriarch looked serious.

"How could it be?" Li Wenli looked puzzled. There was only this swamp in a radius of five hundred miles, and it was indeed a difficult farming they found on this platform. How could it not be Tongtian Terrace?

"We... our Tongtiantai doesn't have such a majestic bridge!" The patriarch replied firmly.

There used to be a rickety wooden bridge, but it was corroded by the swamp long ago, but now the overpass erected here is very impressive, and anyone who looks at it will know that this place is different from the place they know.

This bridge could not have appeared out of thin air, let alone built by Tulong. The only possibility was that it was built by the real owner of the house.

Therefore, the Fire-Eating Clan stagnated for fear that they might make a mistake.