Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old - Chapter 22

“You don’t want to learn math and you don’t want to learn English, so what do you want to learn?”

“Do you teach anything I want to learn?”

“Crap, otherwise why would I come to teach you as a home tutor.”

“I want to learn how to kiss.”

“……”

I originally thought that when I was going to tutor i was going to meet a little puppy, I didn’t expect it to be a little wolf dog.

Later, Yu Wan looked at Han Ye seriously: “Sorry, I have never considered finding a boyfriend younger than me.”

“Even if he’s an hour younger than you? ”

“A minute younger!”

Han Ye also thought about it, and the handsome boy approached her with a smirk. “Then you should start thinking about it now…”

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“The sky was as clear as a wash, the sun radiated over the mountains and forests, and the entire world appeared tranquil, carrying a unique sense of stillness.Watching a person wearing a sexy tiger-print miniskirt, holding a stick, leading a group of more than ten people shouting as they chased after the leader of a fur-covered rhinoceros, Han Cheng couldn’t help but bring his slightly curled right hand to his slightly open mouth and once again exclaimed, ‘Oh my goodness!’(No system, no space, no cheating through crossing over, purely original primitive farming, without elements like cultivating immortality, for readers who enjoy a relaxed farming story, please read at ease.)”

When the game reappeared in reality, the world went crazy.

Shang Yinhe originally thought he was just playing games, until he horribly discovered: All the games he has played are reproduced in the real world!

The world turned to a strange trajectory.

Expert: There must be a mastermind behind the earth’s change!

Shang Yinhe: That’s me.

Crowd: The brave man who saves the world has a beautiful face!

Shang Yinhe: That’s me.

Earth: Thanks to the Guardian Alliance for protecting me.

Shang Yinhe: That’s me too. #It’s me, it’s me, it’s me#

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A mental patient, or a born policeman?

A peerless genius, or a master of crime?

There are cops who are least like cops, and there are criminals who are least like criminals.

Neither good nor evil is absolute.

It is a grey world we live in.

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