The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 150 The Flower Blooms on the Moshang (Part [-])

It's May weather again.

On the vast prairie, the sky is clean, blue and pure, white clouds are floating, the ground is covered with green grass, and a mirror-like river winds from a distance, leaving a place of prosperity for this place. meander away.

There are flocks of sheep on the green grass, echoing with the white clouds in the sky.

Suddenly, the white clouds on the ground began to drift around as if being blown by the wind.

There was a triumphant laugh from the depths of the sheep.

A pink figure emerged from the flock, cheering and chasing behind the flock, chasing the sheep around.

Behind her was a man in Tsing Yi riding a blood-red horse.

The shepherd looked at the people playing and laughing, and laughed loudly. Tang Shanshan, the most beautiful snow lotus on the grassland, naturally only the most majestic eagle, their Khan King Zhuotu, is qualified to protect her.

The most beautiful snow lotus on the prairie, if you asked about it a year ago, the hospitable shepherds would tell you that this title belongs to Asang, the most beautiful daughter of the prairie.

But until now, if you ask who is the most beautiful snow lotus on the grassland, Tang Shanshan, a girl from the Han family, will be the only one.

The sound of Dombula's playing and singing echoed over the grassland, and the smoke from the kitchen rose into the sky. The shepherds sang songs and drove their flocks home.

It is already evening.

Tang Shanshan watched with regret that a lamb she was chasing hid in a certain mother sheep with sharp horns, and gave up chasing helplessly. Who says sheep are docile?Sheep guarding their cubs are as vicious as tigers.

"Dinner." The knight on the red horse greeted Tang Shanshan who was wearing a pink dress with a smile on his stern face.

The scar beside the ear didn't disappear with the passage of time, it just faded a bit.

The eagle on the grassland, Zhuo Tu, has become stronger and stronger after the washing of time.

Tang Shanshan glanced at Zhuo Tu, that is, Qing Yi, and turned to ride on the black horse that had been following behind the red horse.

Clamping its legs, the black horse neighed, its snow-white hooves stepped on the green grass, and it ran a long way in the blink of an eye.

Not to be outdone, the red horse also neighed, galloped, and quickly caught up with the black horse in front, walking side by side.

(End of this chapter)