"Okay, no problem, leave it to me!"

After a few brushstrokes, Lin Daiyu's illness was erased at once.

"Strong and strong, walking like flying."

"I'll try."

Wan Buyu found Lin Daiyu, she was still carrying a hoe and preparing to bury the flowers, but it seemed that something looked wrong.

"Is this a hoe?"

The three of them came with Wan Buyu and looked at the hoe on Lin Daiyu's shoulder.

"Eh, foolish sister, take a look, is this a flower hoe?"

The old turtle suddenly pulled out a small flower hoe from the grass next to him, "This is the flower hoe used by Lin Daiyu, right?"

This small flower hoe, which is only the length of an arm and two fingers wide, has almost no weight, and is more like what Lin Daiyu should use.

And yet at the moment...

The four of them looked at Lin Daiyu in unison, and what she was carrying on her shoulders turned out to be the big hoe used by the farmer's uncle to go to the field.

"?"

"I said this writer, will you be said to be ruining the original book? Are you sure you won't be sent a blade? Will Cao Gong's coffin board be pressed?"

Jin Mu glared at the painting, and the painting looked embarrassed, "Hey, hey, Mushroom Liang asked me to change it..."

"Look closely."

Wan Buyu suddenly had a bad premonition, that hoe looked very bad.

"Sister Lin! Sister Lin wait for me!"

Jia Baoyu's voice came, and I saw him holding a big cloth bag and rushing over.

"Baoyu? Why are you so slow, if you don't come again, I'll dig my own hole. ”

Lin Daiyu's little face couldn't see the sickness at all, and she was in good spirits.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, start digging..."

Jia Baoyu suddenly saw the big hoe in Lin Daiyu's hand, his eyes widened, and he swallowed his saliva, "This is... Hoe... Where's the hoe?"

"What kind of flower hoe do you use, don't exhaust me, just bury a flower, you get out of the way, I think the location here is very good." Wu Jiu Literature

Lin Daiyu tied up her hair in a dashing manner, rolled up her sleeves, and waved her hoe, but in the blink of an eye, a flower pit one meter deep and one meter wide appeared.

"Come, Baoyu, throw the flowers in."

Lin Daiyu wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat on the side with a big grin, Jia Baoyu looked at her with a suspicious look.

"Sister Lin, are you okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh... I, I'll bury the flowers, you take a break..."

Jia Baoyu poured the flower into the flower pit in embarrassment, slowly raised the hoe, and refilled the soil that Lin Daiyu had planed to the side into the pit.

It's just very strenuous.

Wan Buyu looked at the painting and changed the content on the online bound book with great interest.

"Painting, if you change it, I'll hit it."

"Go, go, I'll change the rest of the book."

The painting does not raise his head, and is immersed in his own creation.

After Wan Buyu gathered some strength, he rushed towards Jia Baoyu and knocked Lin Daiyu away with him.

"Ahh

Jia Baoyu curled up together, holding his head, was held in Lin Daiyu's arms, and was rolled out like a ball like a fool.

Lin Daiyu's body shone brightly, and she took the points away from the situation, and when she was about to leave, she suddenly found that Jia Baoyu's piece of jade was in her hands.

"It's... Got me? ”

Wan Buyu was a little stunned, "I didn't mean to, this point is also in my hands, I will return the jade to him, it should be fine, right?" ”

Wan Buyu returned to the painting and looked at what she had written, "Change Jia Baoyu without jade and can't live this change." ”

"I changed it."

The painting frowned, "However, no matter how many times I change it, the content of the line-bound book is still that Baoyu will die without jade." ”

"Then I'll give him back."

It's not good to be dead.

Before Wan Buyu looked back, he saw the jade in his hand and slowly disappeared.