obviously didn't do anything, but Fenghua received eyes from friends from all over the world who praised her for doing a good job.

The doubts that had just risen in my heart seemed to be missing, and they were instantly thrown out of my mind.

Since people love to watch it, just show it to them.

Anyway, if she was asked to do something more troublesome, she would definitely not agree. So, it's better to take a walk. Isn't it just a lazy and narcissistic while being particularly proud?

She's especially good at it!

Thereupon.

Such a scenario has emerged.

A group of men who have been baptized by the years and look extremely rough look on the red volcanic rocks, looking mighty and domineering. However, among them walked a beautiful young man who was not stained with dust.

obviously looks so out of place, but he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

Leisurely strolling, elegant posture, from time to time a nameless little wildflower is picked up.

The flora and fauna near the crater are red and hot.

Men who have always been accustomed to crawling and rolling will never notice this kind of thing.

Wild flowers grow everywhere, and they don't feel beautiful or not, but when they find that the little thing they didn't want to look at is wrapped around the smooth and white fingertips, they will feel very beautiful.

"What is this, why does the little boy like it so much?" Maybe Fenghua looked at it too seriously, and the mercenaries who had been looking at her couldn't help but pick up a lot of them.

The casual hand of the stout man was uprooted in an instant.

The little wildflowers, which were originally vigorous, arrived in his hands, as if they had suffered a baptism of a storm, and fell to the ground in pieces.

"Aha!"

"You are a big coarse, don't learn from other people's Svens, okay?"

"Laugh at me, uprooted, hahaha. With your strength, I'm afraid you don't have to dig up all the ground. ”

"What's the name of a word? That, what's that word called! Oops, I can't remember. That is to say, no matter how precious the flowers are, they are wasted in the hands of something, what is it called? ”

"Cow chews peony!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I want to say."

A group of big men laughed crookedly, the big man who picked up the wild flowers, his dark face that had been baptized for a long time looked fierce, but everyone else was almost like this, how could they be afraid?

Even if he made a fist big enough to make a rattling sound, he was also indifferent, and even laughed even harder.

If it weren't for the regiment commander saying that there should be no internal strife and shame when there are outsiders, he, he would have repaired all these people! Certain!

Just when the black-faced man was embarrassed, suddenly a thin five-petaled small wildflower fell on the back of his hand so lightly.

Stunned, the wildflower was about to fall to the ground, and he hurriedly took the little wildflower, looking a little cautious. Just as he had taken the little flower and stared at the little thing with big eyes, ready to hear the laughter of those people.

All around, but it became eerily quiet.

Puzzled, he raised his head, but some found a pair of bright eyes in front of him, and winked at him, "I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the rose." ”

"Huh?" The big man looked at the little boy in front of him puzzled, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a tiger.