Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 771 Request from Larel 1
The data showed that the first thing He Xiaoman saw was his projection world.

As she expected, there was still no Huaishu Fort.

Feeling a bit sleepy, He Xiaoman went to check her points again. Only [-] points can be exchanged for a home return card. Even if Wangyou is still affecting her, He Xiaoman also feels stuffy.

It is impossible for a miracle to happen, so if she wants to return to Huaishu Castle, she needs to earn [-] billion first. He Xiaoman suddenly remembered the small goal of the richest man, such as earning [-] million first.

Now all the miscellaneous things are reflected in the form of points, which is very simple. Anyway, in the future, the house will be expanded and upgraded. As long as she has points, she can exchange them for anything she needs at any time.

Still work hard to do the task, there is everything in the task.

As soon as Haifeng, a greedy snake-eating brain-dead enthusiast, came home, he immediately plunged into his boudoir to talk to the little snake who strengthened him.

Boo Boo walked over wearing little slippers, holding a small potted plant in his hand.

"Water." She pulled He Xiaoman's finger: "Here is a drop of matrix source crystal liquid."

He Xiaoman's eyes widened: "Are you sure?"

The unknown plant in front of me looks like a bonsai banyan tree. Its roots are swollen and knotted like two sweet potatoes buried.

On those twisted branches, there are crisp and dripping leaves that are sparse and dense at will.

As for this thing, even some spiritual liquid might not be able to bear it. Now Bubu directly asked her for matrix source crystal spiritual liquid?
He Xiaoman is not reluctant, anyway, like Taiyin water and Taixuan water, under the gestation of Ming Dan, even if they are consumed, they will gradually return to their original cost.

"Hurry up, it will bear fruit in the future, and Haifeng and I can eat it!"

As soon as He Xiaoman heard that he stopped talking nonsense, he stretched out his little finger, and after a "ding dong" sound, the water mixed with the matrix source crystal liquid made the small banyan tree bonsai watery.

However, there really was no scene that He Xiaoman was worried about.

If you want to come to this bonsai, it must be extraordinary.

When he reappeared in the mission festival world, He Xiaoman found that...uh, it seemed very lively.

Amidst the sound of people shouting and neighing, all kinds of strange languages ​​were spoken out in volume, which made her look confused.

There seem to be only two kinds of creatures in this place.

Except people are horses.

And people's dress is also very strange, a bit like some western countries two 300 years ago.

Those with noble status are all suits and tights with high boots, and retro hats on their heads. Although many people are talking, they are all polite and look very qualified.

"Bin Lai, which one do you think we should choose?" The blond man next to He Xiaoman, who was wearing a dark brown hat, a dark brown coat, black pants, and dark camel leather boots, suddenly asked in a low voice. .

He Xiaoman was taken aback, she didn't know, and when He Xiaoman opened his mouth to respond subconsciously, he realized that he couldn't make a sound.

What the hell!

When He Xiaoman's heart exploded, he hurriedly lowered his head to look at himself. Luckily, a pair of black short boots that were a little muddy and badly worn told her that she was a human, not a horse.

It's just that the rough shape of the shoes told her that maybe she was a man again this time.

She cleared her throat unconsciously.

There is a tearing sound in the throat similar to the damage of the vocal cords.

Well, not only is he a man, he may also be a mute with a high probability.

Really miserable.

Think about it, a day ago, I, He, was a beautiful and beautiful young lady.

Boob said that this task is a bit difficult, but the rewards will be considerable after completion.

Well, who asked her to rush to earn [-] points?

While He Xiaoman was racing against time to analyze his identity, there was already a voice talking.

"Dear Mr. Jerome, I still think that the old John's horse is better, its limbs are thicker, it is more agile when running, and the most important thing is that it has a greater sense of fit with you, although it is only an Arabian half Blood horses, but transitioning from a pure-blooded horse to a warm-blooded horse is more suitable if you are eager to find a partner who can compete in a short period of time, and Gref's horse is really handsome and has stronger endurance. It is just a purebred hot-blooded horse horse……"

Bin Lai pinched the brim of the narrow-brimmed felt hat with his stubby fingers, and scratched his gray curly hair with his fingers, as if he meant something.

He Xiaoman quietly observed Mr. Jerome's expression, and sure enough, his expression also became a little ugly.

"I didn't expect unicorns to be so stupid. Well, I don't want to worry about these annoying things. I think I need to think about it again. I will give you an answer tomorrow."

Putting his hand on his chest, Bin Lai saluted respectfully and said, "Good sir, I am willing to serve you at any time."

"Come on, let's go back, Larel!"

Jerome strode out of the bustling crowd. He Xiaoman knew that he must have told him this time, because there were only three of them in this line.

He Xiaoman has roughly understood that this should be a relatively high-end horse market, and the horses sold are also very high-end horses.

So this Mr. Jerome should be a rich man, right?
No, Binlai seemed to mention some kind of competition before, and what kind of sense of fit, could it be that Mr. Jerome is a horse trainer?
Mr. Jerome was tall and mighty, with a visual height of at least 1.9 meters. He walked a long distance with one step, and He Xiaoman hurriedly followed behind, and soon the two came to a carriage.

The man dressed in coarse cloth looked like a coachman and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Jerome."

Ever since he mentioned the bloodthirsty horse, Mr. Jerome has always had a gloomy face, and he opened the door of the car and sat in it as if he hadn't heard the driver's question.

Because he was used to the way of riding a car, He Xiaoman wandered carelessly to the other side and wanted to open the door and sit on it, but found that there was no door on this side.

Only sealed leather and small glass windows.

The coachman sat on the driver's seat and looked at He Xiaoman strangely.

—— Manman, you have to stand behind the carriage, you step on the wooden bar, that's your position.

Bubu sent out a barrage at a critical moment, avoiding He Xiaoman's OOC.

Um, I shouldn't be in the car, I shouldn't be under the car, I should go to the ass of the car.

After the three of them bumped and walked for about two kilometers, the car turned onto a relatively flat road, but there were two men in red uniforms standing at the intersection. The driver held a coin in his hand and handed it over: "Lai Yard Manor."

The man in uniform waved to them to let them go.

He Xiaoman understood, this is the ancient version of the toll booth.

Holding the metal handrail behind the carriage, He Xiaoman told Bubu to transmit the plot.

This is a story about gratitude.

(End of this chapter)