Chapter Ninety-One: Elegance
In the distance, on the golf course, a mixed-race man with a golden wavy roll waved a rod and flew out of the field.
On the side, the old servant with the telescope frowned.
"Young master, the people we sent have not moved so far, they should have failed."
The blonde mixed-race man looked gloomy: "Four wastes, even a bare-handed hillbilly can't be solved, what's the use of me asking for them!" β
"When you come back, you will chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"
"Also, continue to increase the bounty, who can kill Chen Rulong with a bounty of 10 million."
"Yes."
The old servant set up another golf ball, and with a whoosh of a rod went down, the ball deflected 108,000 miles and smashed on the back of a cow on the next farm.
Moo β
The scalper was in pain, lowered his head and flicked his tail.
Chen Rulong and Luo Luo just arrived, and the moment they saw the scalper, her little eyes flashed again, and she stuffed the vole in her arms into Chen Rulong's hand, and trotted over, "Dad!" β
She put her arms around the scalper's neck and was particularly intimate.
The cattle are docile, bow their heads and rub Luoluo, and continue to graze.
Chen Rulong was holding a vole in his pocket, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.
Today, Luo Luo can recognize the mouse as his mother, and the scalper as his father, will he find a little ant, a little earthworm, or a cockroach grasshopper and snake tomorrow, as his third aunt and six mothers-in-law?
Chen Rulong couldn't help but bow his head and frown, if he went crazy one day, would he become like this?
No, it's a shame to think about it!
You must find your grandfather as soon as possible and solve the problem of the power of the source, otherwise you will always have a pimple in your heart.
Chen Rulong shouted at the top of his voice: "Luoluo, go home!" β
Luo Luo, who was having fun with the scalper, replied happily: "Husband, go back first, I know the place myself." β
Nearby is the area protected by the Dongfang family, which is not far from the residence of the Dongfang Yuan, but there is no need to worry about her safety, so he prepared to leave.
At this time, a blonde half-race man in the distance walked up, trying to pick up the golf ball, and when he saw the golf ball and cow dung stained together, he couldn't help but show disgust and roared angrily: "Where is the administrator! β
Not far away, the old man who drove a special pasture shovel truck slowly walked over, "Sir, what do you command?" β
"I'm playing golf with you, and the ball can get cow dung! Are you staff responsible for eating!? β
Although the old man's face was ugly, he could only say respectfully: "I'm sorry, the pasture of the Dongfang family is divided into two parts, one part is used for grazing, and the other part is used to raise livestock. β
"A playground is a golf course. When the grass on the golf course grows taller, it is used for grazing. β
"There is a long buffer between the grass and the golf course, so ...... Normally, no one hits the ball to the ranch, and we don't take care of it as much. β
The blonde half-race man was even more furious, and he stretched out his hand to pull the old man off the dung truck, "Old Zamao, do you mean that I beat too crookedly?" β
The old man turned pale with fright, "No, I'...... I definitely didn't mean that, begging Gongzi to let me go! β
The pasture and the pasture are far apart, and the hole is in the opposite direction, so the one who can hit the ball here is definitely a layman.
"Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
The blonde mixed-race man picked up the golf club and was about to smash it on the old man's head, and if he hit it, his head would definitely bleed.
The old man didn't recruit him to provoke him at all, and the reason why the blonde mixed-race man did it was purely to vent his anger at the failure to send someone to snipe Chen Rulong and the fact that he didn't score a goal in the morning.
At the moment when the bat was about to fall, Chen Rulong picked up the iron climbing plow that picked up dung and firmly stopped on the top of the old man's head to block the attack of the bat.
The old man was old and frail, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.
Chen Rulong couldn't help frowning and said: "Cows eat grass, and cow dung can also be used as fuel, and it is not dirty." β
"The hole is on the west side, you can hit the ball on the cow dung, you know that you are aiming at the hole, I don't know you think you are aiming at cow dung."
"If you can't hit the ball, you can beat the old man out of anger. Your hands are crooked, is your heart crooked? β
was scolded by Chen Rulong, and the angry blonde mixed-race man turned around, "Why don't I beat the old man today, I will beat you first!" β
As soon as he waved the club, he was stunned when he saw Chen Rulong's appearance.
"Chen Rulong!?"
"Yo, it looks like I'm quite famous."
Chen Rulong didn't plan to deal with this guy, squatted down and helped the old man up.
"Thank you, young man."
The blonde mixed-race man's face was cloudy for a long time, and his palms clutched the golf clubs tightly.
He wanted to make a move, but when he learned that Chen Rulong was a kendo master who had defeated Xuanyuan Jingcheng, he didn't dare to act rashly.
Chen Rulong rounded the climbing plow of the manure shovel, and with such a fierce pump, the golf ball flew out more than 1,000 meters in a whirlwind, and landed steadily in the hole on the far mountain.
Chen Rulong squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, then couldn't help clapping his hands and said, "Go ahead, pick up the ball back." β
"You!"
Chen Rulong's contemptuous attitude seemed to be calling a dog.
The blonde mixed-race man's face turned purple with anger, and he clenched his fists for a while and said angrily: "Chen Rulong, maybe you haven't heard of my name, but you will know soon what will happen to you if you offend me Edward III!" β
"Oh."
Chen Rulong said perfunctorily, turned around and left.
His attitude made Edward even more furious, "You are a pariah, what are you pretending to be with me here!" β
"A Riba like you is only suitable for picking up dung with a climbing plow! is not worthy of the elegant sport of golf, let alone Miss Dongfangyuan! β
"Only a mixed-race baron with a noble status like me, a high-class person with noble conduct, can become the fiancΓ© of Dongfang Yuan!"
Chen Rulong didn't want to entangle with this guy, but the other party was pressing forward step by step, so he could only turn around.
"Half-blood baron? You're afraid that Hiromi and Jingba didn't mix it up. Which upper-class person didn't tie his crotch properly and leaked out of your little upper-class person? β
Edward's muscles burst out, "You wait, I'll make you pay for today's words!" β
Chen Rulong didn't grind, rounded the climbing plow of the manure shovel, and pumped it down hard on Edward's ass!
"I'll make you pay now."