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At dawn, Mo Ye left the Dream Realm.

Unlike before, Mo Ye saw Mo Yun when he opened his eyes this time.At this moment, Mo Yun was sitting beside Mo Ye's bed with her eyes closed to rest.The movement of Mo Ye getting up made her wake up from a nap.

Mo Yun looked at her son who got up, and nodded slightly at him.

Mo Ye was surprised why his mother was here, but he quickly realized that his mother was always by his side because she was worried about him.

In case something happened suddenly outside and Mo Ye didn't have time to return from the Dream Realm, Mo Yun could immediately take Mo Ye out of the room.

At this moment, Mo Ye couldn't tell how he felt.He knew that his mother cared about him very much, but his mother's physical condition was not good, and now she couldn't rest peacefully at night, so she had to stay by his side and keep an eye on the movement outside.

This is very hard for Mo Yun and will increase her physical burden.

However, if Mo Ye didn't go to the Dream Realm, there would be no one to take care of those little saplings, and it was even more uncertain what would happen if people found out.

At the same time, Mo Ye also needed a spacious environment for exercising.

For a moment, Mo Ye couldn't say that he would never go to the dream world again.

Mo Yun saw her son's anxiety, and she gently persuaded: "You don't have to worry about me, it's more important for you to improve your strength."

Her health is not good, and if Mo Ye's ability does not improve for a long time, their life will be even more difficult.

Even if there is little mud beside them, but little mud is from the dream world, and he does not have a physical body in Mojia Village.

This not only affected the ability of the little mud to a certain extent, but once the little mud suffered serious damage, when he couldn't bear it, he would instantly return to the dream world, unable to stay in the outside world.

Their family was in a very bad position.

But for a while, they couldn't find a better way, so they could only let Mo Yun night guard Mo Ye for the time being.

Little Niba stared at Mo Yun who was sitting by the bed for a while, then he looked at Mo Ye again.

Sure enough, it was necessary for him to stay here, otherwise the lives of the little furball and the little furball's mother would be in jeopardy.

Although it is a little troublesome, he can add a defense to the little furball's home.At night, Mo Ye can safely enter the Dream Realm, and Mo Yun can also rest well.

The little mud thought about it, what kind of defense is more suitable?

He couldn't remember, and wasn't sure how much he knew how to defend himself.

However, it doesn't matter if he can't remember, this kind of problem is very easy to solve, he can completely follow his own feelings.

After breakfast, Mo Ye accompanied Little Niba to go out to find dirt.Little Niba didn't say the reason, but Mo Ye was very happy to meet his wife's request.

Little Mud didn't mention what kind of soil he needed, but slowly directed Mo Ye to move forward according to his own feelings.

Eventually, they arrived at an altar in the village.

The altar is not big, it is a small altar specially used to worship mountain gods in the village.

And the little mud dug a suitable piece of soil at the bottom of the altar, and secretly hid it in his pocket, without letting the little furball find out.After all, this matter cannot be directly told to the little furball.

The little fur ball was in awe of the small altar, and the other villagers also respected the small altar.These villagers are full of admiration for the mountain god.

The fact that the little mud dug a piece of relatively good soil from the bottom of the altar cannot be clearly stated.

Little Mud is very confident. When he fetches the soil, it is very stable. It will never cause the altar to collapse. It is just that there is a piece of empty bottom.

Other than that, there are no other effects.

Villagers need not fear losing their prized mountain god altars.

After that, Xiao Niba and Mo Ye walked around the rice fields and fish ponds, and studied whether the small fish were growing well.

Only then did Little Mud take out a piece of dirt that was several times bigger than himself, and told Mo Ye that he had found what he wanted to use.

Mo Ye often wondered what kind of treasure the little mud could store many, many items.

However, he just wanted to think about it, he would not ask his wife's secret too much.

Not long after, the scorching sun penetrated the clouds, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Mo Ye looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, immediately quickened his pace, and ran towards home in a hurry: "Xiao Li, it's going to rain, we have to go home as soon as possible."

Little Mud nodded, and put away the piece of soil from the altar again.He had found what he was looking for, so it was time to go back.If it was a little later, they might have to get caught in the rain.

He is not afraid of the rain, but the little furball is most afraid of him getting in the rain, for fear that he will drown himself in the rain.

Mo Ye and the others were lucky. They just stepped into the house, and the next moment, it rained cats and dogs.

Mo Ye wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling that his exercise had paid off, he ran much faster than before, and avoided the tragedy of being caught in the rain.

The torrential rain in summer comes as soon as it is said, coming quickly and violently.I don't know if it was Mo Ye's illusion, but the torrential rain this time was particularly exaggerated, much bigger than the usual torrential rain.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously and reached out of the eaves.

The bean-sized raindrops hit his palm violently, hurting so much that it turned Mo Ye's hand red in a blink of an eye.

Mo Ye hastily withdrew his hand, not daring to try again.Looking at the torrential rain outside, he couldn't help worrying: "I don't know if everyone has found shelter from the rain in time."

Such ferocious rain fell on his body, although it was not fatal, it was inevitable to be uncomfortable.

After a while, Mo Ye couldn't concentrate on paying attention to the heavy rain, and all his eyes moved to the little mud.

He watched the little mud puddle and squeezed the mud attentively.

At this moment, Little Mud was sitting on the stone bed, with the piece of dirt bigger than himself beside him.The little mud looked at the piece of soil repeatedly, as if thinking about something.

He asked Mo Ye to catch a bowl of rainwater. He broke off a little bit of the soil, soaked it in a little rainwater, and began to rub it with his hands.

The little mud rubbed it, and soon a thin needle came out.

He stared at the thin needle for a few moments, then shook his head, this was not what he wanted.

He put the mud needle on the other side.

Then, the little mud broke off a little bit of soil and got wet with rain.

He kneaded it casually, and this time it became a mud ball.

He looked at Niwan, it was still not what he wanted.He put the mud pill and the mud needle together.

Mo Ye couldn't figure out what Little Mud was going to make, so he didn't bother Little Mud, and quietly stood by his side.

He thinks this is quite fun, and if he has a chance in the future, he can knead the dirt with Little Mud to play.

But right now, Mo Yede was obediently guarding Little Niba to see what Little Niba was going to do.

As time went by, the altar soil was divided into countless parts by the small mud, and they were made into various clay sculptures by the small mud.

The first ones were relatively simple, mostly mud needles, mud pills, mud sticks and the like.

Gradually, Little Mud's movements became faster and faster and more skillful.

The clay sculptures he kneaded became more and more exquisite, ranging from tables, chairs and benches in the house to seedlings and small fish outside the house, and even dream fruits.

These are common in the small mud on weekdays.

As for the last piece of dirt, the little mud squeezed out a mud ball.

Each fluff of the mud ball is made of mud, not rigid, but extraordinarily weak and lifelike.

Needless to say, its specific appearance comes from, it looks exactly the same as Mo Ye's original shape, and the size is also exactly the same.

The palm-sized mud ball has a pair of bright eyes and short limbs. It looks very cute.

Mo Ye stared curiously at the mud ball in front of him that was exactly like himself, and couldn't help but look and look.

Little Mudba finally nodded in satisfaction after glancing at the mudball.

Yes, this should be what he wanted.

At this moment, the mud ball has not been completely finished, and it is short of the final finishing steps.

The little mud beckoned to Mo Ye, and Mo Ye immediately held his breath when he saw this, lowered his head and moved forward.

There were so many small clay sculptures, Mo Ye was afraid that he would blow them all up in one breath.

Little Mud didn't want to talk to Mo Ye, but pulled a hair from the top of Mo Ye's head.

Wrapping the hair around the surface of the mudball, he muttered something, not knowing what to say.

Mo Ye didn't ask, and even if he did, Little Mud wouldn't be able to give an answer.

This is a habit that has been formed over the years, as if the little muddy only needs to babble like this.Regarding what exactly he said, Little Niba himself was at a loss.

After Mo Ye's hair wrapped around the mudball, the mudball changed in an instant.

The mud ball was originally the color of mud, but at this time, it turned into a pure black ball that was the same as Mo Ye's, and even the expression in his eyes became a little bit smarter.

It is almost indistinguishable from Mo Ye, which makes Mo Ye feel amazing.

The little mudball stared at the completed mud ball, and said lightly: "Run."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mud ball ran around happily on the stone bed.

Immediately afterwards, Little Mud said, "Jump."

The mud ball bounced obediently in place, and the jumping was particularly hard.

Then, the little mud said again: "Sit."

As soon as his order came out, the mudball stopped bouncing around, its short limbs were retracted, and it sat on the spot.It's just that it has short legs, and there is basically no obvious difference between sitting and lying down.

In the end, Little Mud raised his eyebrows and said, "Get lost."

Upon hearing this, the mud ball immediately rolled around on the stone bed.

It rolls around without squashing its fur.Those fluffs are obviously made of mud, not real fluffs, but at this moment, the mud fluffs seem to have become real fluffs.

Little Muddy ended the series of orders, saying that Mudfurball was barely passing.

He raised his finger and pointed outside: "Guard the door."

The next moment, the mudball jumped out of the room and disappeared at the door.

Looking at the rain outside, Mo Ye suddenly remembered something, he asked lately, "It's raining so heavily outside, it..."

Will it leak?

Little Niba gave Mo Ye a helpless look, and thought to himself: How is this possible.

With Mudball looking after the house, Mo Ye felt a little more at ease. Mother didn't have to stay here in the middle of the night, it was so hard.

It's just that Mo Ye didn't know how good Mudball was, if it was the same as him.If this is the same, goalkeeping may still be difficult.

Mo Ye belatedly asked, "Xiao Li, what was that just now?"

Why do you look so similar to him?

For this, Little Mud was slightly taken aback.He didn't think about it too much, he just thought it would be useful to make it.

What exactly this kind of existence is, even if Little Niba doesn't remember it clearly, it doesn't matter, he can always come up with a suitable name.

Little Niba said in a calm tone, "Mud puppet, it can guard the house and the yard, which is very convenient."

Because it is kneaded from the soil, even the mud ball can escape the ground.

Mo Ye couldn't see the mudball right now, because it was hidden under the ground and would not appear easily.

The author has something to say: Little Fuqiu: It’s fun to pinch a little clay figurine, roll up your sleeves and pinch your wife

Little mud: ...

Ding, you failed to make a daughter-in-law~

The little hairball has a sad face, sure enough, the daughter-in-law can pinch it if she wants to