Lu huaijiang did not come back to his senses for a long time.
His Royal Highness Huai Jiang, who was unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and whose eyes were fixed on the deer, at this moment ...
It was true ...
He was greatly stimulated.
The grave in front of him looked rich and overbearing.
Yes, she had also planted the wild chrysanthemums that were used for tomb-sweeping during the Qingming Festival. They even surrounded him with a wall and covered him with a few layers of soil.
But this thing was indeed a grave!
It was the first time in his life that he had received a gift that was not because of his status or power.
It was a grave!
"This is the house you built for me?" Lu huaijiang's throat was dry as he spoke word by word.
The little girl didn't notice it at all, and her face was full of excitement.
