Survival in the wilderness: start a piece of land

The village is not big, and each household has a unified two-storey wooden house with a fence yard, but the personality of the owner can be distinguished from the simple decoration of each household.

In the courtyard of the surrounding houses, there is a row of sharp cold weapons. The ground is solid, and not a single grain of sand can overthrow the battle. It can be seen that the owner of the house usually practices martial arts in the yard.

At least that's what Cheng Qing got from observing it.

There are only 10 households in the village, and the courtyards of 5 households on the inner side are full of hanging clothes and food to dry, and the fragrance of tea floating in the air makes the place full of life.

Cheng Qing, who was hovering at the entrance of the village, glanced suspiciously at Shexiu beside him, and said softly, "The lifestyle NPCs here are different from the two on the last island? Do they have self-awareness?"

"Come in and have a look!"

She Xiu walked into the village path first. When passing the first house, Meng Chun was attracted by a row of weapons standing in the side yard. She took a few quick steps, pawing at the fence, showing a salivating expression of intoxication towards the weapons.

The door of the room opened silently, and in the shadows, a pair of ferocious pupils glowing with green light opened the door and looked out. These hostile pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. Due to the angle problem, Snake Xiu blocked Cheng Qing, causing the owner of the pupils to reveal a row of white fangs in an instant, showing a xenophobic and unfriendly state.

"NPC that has not been certified by the mission, start expulsion..."

In order to see the situation inside the door clearly, Cheng Qing moved half a step to the side, and poked his head out from behind Shexiu. The cold and harsh voice of the machine seemed to be stuck, and it paused for half a second, and a strange brilliance burst out of the foggy eyes.

The fierce beast inside the door jumped out, and Cheng Qing's tense mood was like a roller coaster.How could this be a beast? It was obviously a short black and white dumpling. He was rushing out of the courtyard at a miraculous speed, landed on the ground with four paws, and ran over naively.

Shexiu subconsciously protected Cheng Qing behind him, but he didn't notice for a while, and was pulled away by the disgusted black and white ball with a bear's paw, and turned around in a daze, exposing Cheng Qing behind him.

Cheng Qing stared stupidly, as if frightened, he let the black and white dumpling get closer, and smelled it up and down.

Xiaomei Lu became a little anxious when she saw it, "Don't hurt her, she is a player!"

Lu Xiaomei's high-decibel effect was astonishing, Cheng Qing woke up all of a sudden, but the black and white dumpling trembled, and her round ears trembled uncomfortably, but they still leaned close to Cheng Qing's legs affectionately, her soft and fat body pressed against her, and asked in a milky voice, "Pure-blooded oriental?"

Cheng Qing's hand trembled as if she had Parkinson's, and everyone present could see that she restrained herself with the greatest willpower.

"Yes, plant flowers." She replied in a deep voice.

"Planting flowers?!" Black and white dumpling's two black eyes were as bright as stars, and her little buttocks twisted happily, rubbing against Cheng Qing's calf, "I like planting flowers the most!"

Meng Chun, who was obsessed with the charm of cold weapons while hiding from the side, finally remembered her little friend. When she walked over, she was immediately attracted by the cuteness of the panda cubs, and quickened her pace, "What kind of flowers? Planting land? My younger sister likes planting flowers and fields the most, and she is very compatible with you!" No matter what, let's paw in my own arms first, who thinks there are not enough pets!
Even if the life-type NPC seems to have immigration restrictions, maybe this little cub has a few relatives and friends of the wandering-type NPC.

Anyway, if you get enough goodwill, you won't lose anything.

Cunning lord!
The panda cub cursed secretly in his heart, and for the first time did not refute anything. Chong Chengqing blinked, revealing the intimacy that everyone is intoxicated and you and I are alone.

Cheng Qing finally couldn't hold back, and pressed his half-raised hand on the black and white dumpling's hairy head.

I'm so sorry, she didn't hear what they were talking about, she was just like 'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! '.

Black and White Tuanzi half-closed his eyes in enjoyment, and offered a hug.

Even if the weather is hot and sweating all over, Cheng Qing still can't refuse Rolling's embrace.

It is worthy of being a national treasure of the flower planter, who has never forgotten his hometown when he came to the alien planet across the ages, woo, I really want to take it home!

Despite the turbulent emotions in her heart, she maintained her superficial calm very well, except for her hands, which refused to let go from the top of Rolling's head.

Lu Xiaomei whispered to Cheng Aotian who was silent at the side, "Why do I feel that Qingqing is a bit strange, she seems to be doing something bad?"

Cheng Aotian glanced at him, and secretly slandered, yes, bad thing, very criminal bad thing, the kind that everyone shouts and beats at least 5 years ago.

Taking advantage of each other's goodwill, one person and one bear who ran in both directions held hands and entered the house, leaving a group of people outside looking at each other in blank dismay. When they reacted and followed, the door was closed in a daze.

Meng Chun had a lot of scruples about NPCs, and found that he couldn't push the door, so he rubbed his hands and shouted tentatively outside the door: "Qingqing, ask this little NPC, what are the uses of the weapons outside, I don't know many of them!"

Gun Gun in the room snorted proudly, and muttered in a low voice, "These are unique to my flower planter, so it's strange to know them!"

Cheng Qing's mind, which was bewitched by the national treasure, finally cleared up a bit. She could hear the brilliance from it, and couldn't hide her excitement and asked, "How did you get from the flower planter to the Interstellar Paradise game? Do I still have a chance to go home?"

The panda cub tilted his head and shook his head in distress, "I don't know, I've been here since I woke up, aren't you?"

Cheng Qing opened his mouth in frustration, "I still...really!"

One person and one bear who are in the same disease and pity each other are speechless and choked with the feeling of fellow villagers seeing fellow villagers.

Because of identity issues, the panda cub, whose loss of leaving home soon dissipated, wriggled his chubby body and came to the bamboo tea table, "Qingqing, pour tea yourself! After drinking, I will tell you what the task is!"

Cheng Qing almost forgot the topic, came to the coffee table, poured himself a cup of warm tea, a smell of bamboo leaves poured into his nostrils, refreshing and calming the air, sweeping away the heat of midsummer.

"Bamboo leaf tea?" She couldn't remember if she had ever drank it before, but after taking a sip, the taste was refreshing with a hint of bamboo aftertaste.

"Delicious!"

Recognized, the panda cub raised its head high and was overjoyed.

"I knew you liked it too! I don't have many young bamboo leaves. If you like to drink, I can... um... give you a small bag!"

The distance between the two fat palms has shrunk from one palm to half a fist.

Oh my god, it's so cute!
How could Cheng Qing compete with Gun Gun for delicious food, and rejected the benefits for the first time, "You can keep it and drink it! I don't see bamboo growing here, so drink less."

The panda cub sighed like an adult, without forcing it, "My task is very simple, don't miss it."

Cheng Qing heard the hint in his words, and nodded accordingly, "I want to accept the task."

"Please identify the types and usages of the weapons outside the door, at least 5!" When issuing the task, the soft and cute voice of the panda cub was cold and mechanical.

Cheng Qing felt a little heavy in her heart, she pursed her lips, touched her round head, and turned to do the task under his blank look.