Can't beat...

Can't fight...

beat……

The cruel reality hit the golden lion's face, slamming him into the eyes.

The golden lion rubbed his face vigorously with his right hand, trying to rub away the psychological shadow and frustration brought by Pei Ye.

"Class leader, I'm explaining a fact."

I understand the male orc's bad temper, and I am worried that the golden lion will be arrogant and will do whatever it wants.

The golden lion took a deep breath and tried to suppress the thrilling frustration in his heart: "I know this... that female is indeed difficult to deal with. Our tribe is not her opponent, and it is definitely not good to use tough methods. But... if her female orc can really... believe, do you know what this means? Our tribe still has thirty-four tribe members who have never been able to transform into adults..."

Male orcs are different from female orcs.

The transformation process of female orcs is almost without any obstacles. When they are old, they can naturally become adults. At most one hundred female orcs have an unlucky person. Their temperament is more gentle and rational than male orcs. Even if they fail to transform, there will be no risk of becoming a crazy wild beast. They still have fertility and don’t have to worry about being abandoned or driven out by the tribe. The male orcs will not be so lucky.

The chance of transformation success is only 70%.

Over the years, which orc tribe has not had dozens of burdens that cannot be transformed?

You should know that there are only 345 people in the Mumu tribe!

What the Jinshi said, why don’t you be moved?

However, he was rational and knew the difference in strength between himself and the mysterious female orc.

"I know what the patriarch said, but the goal is not to plunder the adult female."

Jinshi said: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Because of his strong ability in faith, he has been promoted from fourth-in-command to second-in-command.

As the patriarch, Jin Shi also respects and trusts very much and is willing to listen to his persuasion and opinions.

"Tomorrow, pick five untransformed tribe members to come over."

The golden lion was stunned and slapped his thigh the next second.

"This is a good idea! But why not send all the tribe members over there if they change ten or...?"

Xin looked expressionless: "What do you mean... let thirty-four male orcs enter the adult mystic period on the female orc territory?"

One or two are confusing enough.

Thirty-four adult male orcs with bare butts entered the mystery period in broad daylight... Thinking about it with your toes, you can know how chaotic the scene is. In contrast, it is similar to thirty-four adult male orcs teasing a female orc with a master...

Is it true that the owner of the female orc is a rancher?

The same thing happened to male orcs, and they didn't even slap the human brain with one claw?

After hearing this, the golden lion was indifferent to his hands, and the lion's tail behind him swayed left and right.

After a difficult struggle, he gave up his plan to pack all thirty-four elderly minors.

"Oh, five are just five."

Which five to choose has become a problem again.

His Mumu tribe is so small that they are intimate with each other. Who doesn’t want such an opportunity?

Golden Lion was worried about the candidate, and An Daxiang had already barely made two sets of animal skin clothes.

Her craftsmanship is really not very good. The sleeves of the animal skin top are long and short, the ones are wide and the other is narrow, and the hem is also different in length. It is very uncomfortable to see the obsessive-compulsive disorder. The only advantage is that the stitches are sewn tightly and have been sewn back and forth three or four times to ensure that they will not crack at will.

Pei Ye stared at him for several seconds before moving away from his gaze.

In addition to clothes, she also sewed several animal belts for herself to cope with her menstrual period.

Blood will flow like a spring in the first two days, and one will need to be replaced in two or three hours, otherwise your thighs will become bloody.

Fortunately, the weather is cold, if it is summer? The sour taste can be too irritating to the nose.

Pei Ye came over with a pile of firewood: "Has the hot water been boiled? You go and take a shower first."

"What about you?"

Andaxiang asked whether both claws were the national treasures of Mud.

In order to facilitate boiling water, the National Treasure used the large stones I picked up to mix sticky mud. A simple small stove was built. A stone pot dug out of the stone was placed on the stove? When hot water was needed, a pot could be boiled. There was also a wooden scoop on the stove.

Pei Ye said: "I have to dig for a while."

Andaxiang nodded? Bent over and picked up the wooden tub filled with half of the hot water.

"By the way, don't throw away the slap you replaced."

Andaxiang didn't understand why.

Pei Ye reminded her: "It's your blood-filled animal skin stick."

Andaxiang blushed.

He hesitated: "It's definitely not lost? It's not a one-time thing..."

She wants to use a one-time one? But the conditions do not allow it.

Pei Ye pointed to the pit he dug: "Wrinkle the washed sewage there."

Andaxiang: “…oh.”

I don't understand, but I didn't ask much.

She entered the house with a basin and closed the door, put her hair into a handful with her fingers, and tied her hair high with a straw rope to roll it into a bun.

The nails scratch the itchy scalp.

“…wash your hair during the day tomorrow? It’s a little oily…”

After washing for about ten minutes? Change into new animal skin clothes.

I wonder if National Treasure can help her make a bigger bathtub?

I always feel that I can't wipe it clean just by wiping it.

She thought of something messy in her mind, scooped up a basin of hot water, soaked the animal skin sticks full of my aunt's blood, changed the water and washed it three times before taking it out to dry it. When she pushed open the door, she heard a rustling sound at the tip of her ear.

When I looked closely, it turned out that it was a national treasure carrying a big tree that was five or six meters tall, carrying two people hugging each other.

The sound was made by the canopy of a big tree dragging on the ground.

"This is……"

She watched the national treasure plant the tree into the pit.

"Wishing Tree."

Andaxiang: "????"

I can't keep up with the thinking of national treasures at all.

Pei Ye patted the tree body: "This tree will make a lot of money for us."

Andaxiang: "????"

She didn't know what the number was? She didn't know why this tree helped them make a lot of money.

Now she was holding a basin of sewage and hesitating whether to pour it down.

Fall down...

"Are you sure this tree won't die?"

Pei Ye took a shovel and filled the soil into the pit: "Of course not."

Not to mention that this tree has strong vitality, even if it is almost dead? She can draw a small spiritual gathering array to make it live.

An Daxiang had no doubts and poured a basin of water down.

After doing this, she went to boil water and clean the pots and pans, and hung them upside down.

Pei Yezhe carved two tiny magic circles on the tree.

One gathers spirits? One coagulates blood.

After these two steps, clapping your hands? I lost a cleaning technique for myself? It was clean again, with clear black and white. I continued to carry a hammer to build the wooden house.

An Daxiang fell asleep listening to the tingling and beating outside the house.

the next day.

When I opened the door, I saw the dazzling sunshine scattering on the ground.

The house with only a basic outline last night has been covered now, and the national treasure sat on the eaves and ordered the straw mats neatly.

"My God, Sister Orange, you won't not sleep another night, are you?"

Pei Ye ordered the last piece of straw mat and jumped down easily.

"I haven't sleeped, I don't have to sleep."

As he said that, Pei Ye carried the wooden boards he had made last night and moved them to the wooden house.

Paint the floor and walls, and then install the window doors, this big wooden house can almost live in people. However, in winter in the border area of ​​the Orc Continent, Pei Ye made double-layer walls of the wooden house, and there was a thick layer of dead grass painted with clay between the two wooden boards.

This kind of dead grass is very tough and can also repel mosquitoes and insects.

Andaxiang: "..."

Is this the legendary 007?

Working twenty-four hours a day and without breaks seven days a week is the favorite of capitalists.

After a simple wash, Andaxiang went to make breakfast for one person and one bear.
Chapter completed!