"Uh, wait, isn't Luna her mother mitostic? When did it become sexual reproduction??? "Isn't he fatherless??" At first glance, Lin Hehe felt so angry, he would rather this be fake news. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAfter all, how can a person at the idol level of the sect have a husband, how can he have a husband, how dare he have a husband!?

"Uh, you're mistaken, I'm not talking about little Luna." Zhang Dejun waved his hand and explained, no one in the sect dared to call Luna in the name of a mad dog, after all, it was also her mother's black history. So because I don't want to target the two Lunas, they basically call them by their size.

"Oh... Then I'm relieved, relieved. Lin Hehe patted his chest with palpitations, he had always figured it out.

Because Luna herself is not a yellow person, the big red waves are not genetically grown by yellow people at all, and she has a classic high nose bridge of the white race, as well as deep blue eyes, and at the same time has the delicate facial features of a yellow race, a typical mixed race.

I had never heard her talk about her family before, but now I know that her parents are not on this plane. Because of Zhang Dejun as the front car, Lin Hehe can also speculate that there is a Caucasian group here. Zhang Dejun also said that he is mixed-race, since he is mixed-race, and he expects to find Luna and her parents from here, then it is only possible that there is a Caucasian race.

"So... Senior, you're going to go back... Uh, mother? Lin Hehe probably guessed that Zhang Dejun was going to find him who didn't know where the concubine was.

"Yes, but since my mother's family is mortal, I don't think I can find it, so I can only find a clue about Luna's mother." Zhang Dejun explained as he flew around.

"So where do we start?" Searching for people has always been really a needle in a haystack, and it is generally difficult to achieve results in thirty or fifty years. What's more, this time I still went to find a person who disappeared a thousand years ago or even more, if you report the case at the police station, Director Liu of the Second Psychiatric Department should come to pick you up after a while.

"Let's go back first." Zhang Dejun lifted up and accelerated.

Seeing that Zhang Dejun didn't want to say more, Lin Hehe had no choice but to increase his speed and keep up with his figure.

"Ahead is my fiefdom, and I have placed my mother clan over there." Under the leadership of Zhang Dejun, Lin Hehe followed him into the tall archway, the long dirt road leading to a series of smoke-filled earthen houses, and there are countless farmland on both sides of the road that cannot see the edge. From time to time, you can see farmers on the ridges with ox ears and linen shoes, wearing dark cloth clothes stained with mud, and the dazzling blonde hair is a little heart-piercing.

"Here we are." Zhang Dejun looked at Lin and said.

"I can see it..."Lin Hehe tugged at the corners of his mouth and said.

In the field on the side, an old farmer with blonde hair tied into a bun with a rough cloth belt is skillfully holding the plow with his hand, shouting the tune of Guanzhong in his mouth, driving the old ox in front, and the plow road is turned out. The waist-high blonde kid behind him, with a belly pocket embroidered with the image of five poisons, followed behind his father, and the seeds in his hand were constantly sprinkled into the plow.

“... The great integration of nationalities. Lin Hehe saw this scene and sighed unconsciously, the blonde and blue-eyed old farmer took his young grandson to help the old ox plough the field in the yellow earth, this kind of scene that appeared in the dream of every Chinese person is really realized. Let him only sigh with a long sigh in his heart:

"Dog's day planning is beautiful!"

"It's farming season, and the villagers are busy planting, so that they can continue to live for a year, but fortunately, the villagers in my fiefdom are relatively wealthy." Zhang Dejun introduced all this to Lin Hehe as he walked, he was afraid that Lin Hehe, who came from outside the world, would not understand this.

"I know, I know all this." When a turmeric man with a blue canvas square scarf on his head walked across the ridges, took out a bamboo tube from the bamboo basket he carried on his wrist, and threw it to his brother who was working in the field with a smile, Lin Hehe couldn't help but cry like rain.

"You... There's no need, you can be moved to tears when you look at a peasant girl? What kind of mentality... You're not a pervert, are you? Looking at the tearful Lin Hehe, Zhang Dejun looked at him with solemn eyes, and at the same time turned sideways away from him, stuck between him and the peasant girl.

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm so touched that the great cause of reunification has been realized here." Lin Hehe is one of those angry youths.

He wanted to see that the handsome blond guy wearing Hanfu and a scarf was singing in the restaurant, "I am a madman in Chu, Fengge laughs at Kongqiu". He wanted to see that the blonde man with plasters on the market erected a sign on the market that "the iron mouth is straight and the marriage of the third generation is expected" to swagger and deceive; He wanted to see the blonde girl pushing the stone mill and being praised by passers-by.

In short, what he wants to see is also the life of the Caucasian people under the influence of thousands of years of culture.

"That's weird, you." Zhang Dejun glanced at Lin Hehe and found that there was indeed only inexplicable emotion in his eyes, and there was nothing else, so he walked back to his side.

"Hello Your Highness! This is a sweet potato that has just been unearthed recently, so you can take it back and try it. Walking on the side of the road, will there be old farmers who recognize Zhang Dejun, some of them will give Zhang Dejun the crops produced at home as souvenirs, so Lin Hehe is also full of large and small frames and cloth bags.

"Senior, really did a great job!" Lin Hehe looked at the people who were busy with farm work along the way, and couldn't help but give Zhang Dejun a big praise.

"It's okay, after all, they are all the people of our country, and they should be treated equally." Zhang Dejun walked forward and said.

"Huh? Seniors, how do they remember you? Didn't you come back for ten years? "According to the lifespan of Caucasians, it is naturally incomparable to the race of God's sons here. So ten years is about the same as a month for them in Zhang Dejun's opinion.

"In fact, they are no longer considered pure-blooded, but I remember that after they moved into our country in the past, after several generations of blood exchanges, they are not much different from us." Zhang Dejun thought for a while and said.

"That is, they... It's all the same weird as you... Uh, half-breeds? After thinking about it, Lin Hehe asked, because only in this way can their attitude towards the world be explained, but at the same time, there are new problems.

"Then why don't they cultivate?"

"There is no master, there is no exercise, the most important thing is that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is too thin to be able to do it, and without the support of the exercises, it cannot be inhaled into the body." Zhang Dejun explained.

"Your Highness! You're back! When he walked to the door of his royal mansion, he immediately came to greet him with a blonde and blue-eyed servant in green clothes.

"Well, I'm back, Old Zhou."

Hearing the pronunciation of this orthography circle, as well as the surname that only exists in this square word, Lin Hehe's eyes couldn't help but moisten again.