Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 692 Mistress

Night falls.

Under the vast and vast sky, the Great Gobi of the Western Regions has undulating hills and stretches that seem to have no end in sight.

Lin Yuzao sat down in a daze and continued eating the barbecue.

The exhaustion and heat of the day's journey gradually spread to the whole body, and the breeze blowing around at night made the whole body and mind unstoppable fatigue and sleepiness.

The night is getting thicker and the moon and stars are thinner.

Under the bright moonlight, a team of nearly a hundred people stationed and rested.

A Nuo and Lin Yuzao had dinner casually, and they were already sitting aside, discussing the location of the mausoleum.

Lin Yuzao leaned against Hui Yan, and as he talked, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and in the end he became incoherent.

A Nuo, who was gradually losing his voice, looked up in a daze, and suddenly found that Xiao Zao had fallen asleep leaning against Hui Yan.

He couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, hesitated a few times, but finally got up helplessly.

Right now there are a bunch of men, even though Xiaozao is wearing men's clothing, it's better to carry Xiaozao into the carriage.

After thinking about it, people have approached.

A Nuo gently picked him up, the little man smelled of alcohol, his thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, there was a blush under his eyelids, even his cheeks were blush, delicate and cute.

A Nuo quickly dispelled a trace of subtle feelings in his heart, turned his head away in an instant, and carried him into the carriage.

As soon as he got into the carriage, the person in his arms had already fallen asleep on his arm, his red lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something?
He lowered his head and listened closely, only to hear her murmuring his name in a low voice. In an instant, his ears felt hot, and his heart seemed to be hit by something violently, and he couldn't restrain his throbbing.

His face flushed suddenly, and he put him down uncomfortably.

Unexpectedly, the girl subconsciously grabbed his clothes and wouldn't let go.

A Nuo was startled, blushed and patted the back of Xiaozao's hand, and the latter slowly released him.

Seeing that the person really fell asleep, he took the thin quilt beside him, covered him, and then got out of the carriage without looking back.

After coming out, my heart is still beating fast!

At this moment, A Nuo wanted to slap himself, Xiao Zao was his niece, what happened to him just now?
Although there is no blood relationship, but he is 11 years old, he is an uncle!

Is he crazy?
There are other feelings!
Xiao Zao must have been alone outside and was too scared to call his name unconsciously. He had absolutely no other thoughts, he is simply an asshole!
The cool breeze couldn't dissipate the heat in his body, and A Nuo moved his body and flew to the top of a rock.

Amur at the foot of the hill saw it and shook his head again and again, seeing it through but not revealing it.

For two consecutive months, Miss Xiaozao and Khan got along day and night. Although Miss Xiaozao was not very old, she was still young.

As the so-called onlooker knows, Khan has never had the experience of getting along with girls, so he foolishly treats Miss Xiaozao as a child. The Han people have a word, and it seems to be called——love with time!
It seems that they have a mistress not far away!
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Early July.

For half a month, I searched for He Tuzhen's shadow among several tribes in the Western Regions, but found nothing.As for mausoleums, the major tribes in the Western Regions have never heard of them.

The scorching sun seems to be roasting people.

Lin Yuzao, who was flushed from the sun, gulped water, because the speed was too fast, and the water droplets slid down her delicate jaw and down to her neck.

The girl didn't care, she wiped it dry with one hand, and held the compass again with frowned eyes.

"Xiao Zao, are you sure you're not far from the mausoleum?"

Lin Yuzao nodded: "According to the compass, it is indeed not far away."

Mo Qinghan sighed thoughtfully, "I'm going to Loulan the day after tomorrow. Could it be that the mausoleum is really in Loulan?"

(End of this chapter)