Rivals in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"What to do, I'll help you." The confused little bear just showed his stupid look, Luo smiled, and his blue eyes exuded a different kind of charm.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't help me?" Song Li looked at him suspiciously, but he couldn't figure out what was going on with Luo.

"I've changed my mind." Embarrassment flashed across Luo's eyes, but his tone remained the same, looking at the picture drawn on the fur in his hand, "It's about splitting the wood into sections, no, it needs to be split into strips."

"It seems that you really want to help." Song Li clapped his hands and stood up, pointing to a few pieces of wood in front of him, "These are split into two fingers thick and one foot long."

Luo nodded, astonishing beast power emerged from his hand, condensed into a knife, and with three or two strokes, it became the shape Song Li wanted.

Song Li had surprise and curiosity in his eyes, "Beast energy is really amazing."

Song Li barely slept all night, and almost built the attic with Luo. Song Li looked at Luo who was repairing the roof for him, and nodded in satisfaction.

Luoyou's blue eyes on the attic flashed silver, and he looked at the hammer in his hand suspiciously. He was actually repairing Song Li's house?It was so strange, Luo looked at the attic that was about to be completed, sighed, and continued to work on it.

Song Li in the attic looked at the appearance of the attic, and smiled with satisfaction. The speed is quite fast, but if there is no Luo, let him build it alone, and I don't know when it will take.

"Master, the chip." Song Li's eyes flashed subtitles, his eyes fixed and he stretched out his hand to catch the transparent chip, holding it in the palm of his hand, and the image of Mu Mu's actions played in his mind.

The Wing Wing tribe's terrain is relatively low, and the draft water is spring water flowing down from a mountain. Mu Mu didn't go to the mountain, but just left the tribe, and threw a black crystal cube into the water. The black crystal cube quickly dissolved in the water. In the water, in Song Li's eyes, there was a layer of black air floating on the surface of the water.

"It's really insane, the virus is really a virus." Song Li put away the chip, thinking about how to show them the video in a legitimate way, but this world is backward, if you really want to see the video, there seems to be only one way, that is the beast God's will, these orcs will never question the beast god.

"Master, the Lord God is looking for information, looking for an antidote, and there must be results soon."

"Has everyone drank water? The entire Wing Wing tribe." Song Li asked Xiao Yan suspiciously.

"That's not true, the master's current father, Mumu's family, and Luo didn't drink."

No wonder he didn't see the black air on Luo's forehead, Song Li nodded, "That means everyone else drank."

"Yes, master. The onset of this disease is very slow. He will accumulate toxins little by little, and then suddenly erupt one day in the future, leading to madness and death."

"It's so omnipotent." Song Li clapped his hands angrily, causing Song Li to shake his hands with a slap. There are so many disasters in a small primitive era. There is intrigue.

"Luo, why are you repairing Song Li's house?" A sub-orc man passed by with a water basin, and when he saw this scene, he was so frightened that the basin fell to the ground.

Song Li watched the water in the basin enter the ground little by little, and the grass around the ground wilted one by one, and saw the true power of the disease.

Luo didn't even look at the sub-orc man, and devoted himself to repairing the house. What Luo has always done is to do it well and do it perfectly. Since he doesn't know when the house has been repaired, he doesn't mind adding icing on the cake. The roof is repaired.

Song Li's attic is very conspicuous in the whole Yiyi tribe, because his attic is unique. After the tribe experienced floods, they all followed Song Li's attic, because only his attic is not afraid of floods, and it is also Food can be preserved.

Father Lal pushed open the door, and he managed to sneak a peek for a while. Ah Li and Luo got along so well, but the sub-orc man was born to make trouble. After Lal pulled the sub-orc man away, Song Li shrugged and looked at Luo repaired the house.

"Luo? Why are you here?" Mu Mu came back from the water source and saw Luo on the attic at a glance.

In a short time, because of Song Li's peculiar-looking attic and Luo, there were many orcs and sub-orcs around.

Luo took the last piece of wood and slowly embedded it for him.

"Luo is so noble, why is he building a house for this vixen?" said a sub-orc man behind Song Li.

"Who knows, this house is so strange."

"Yes, there are actually two floors. There are no such houses in the nearby tribes. Could it be a new design that Luo brought back from outside a few days ago?"

"I don't know what the use of this kind of house is."

"Not bad Song Li, you actually let your brother build a house for you." The man said jokingly with a smile on his lips.

Song Li followed the voice, and it turned out to be the man from that day, so he was Luo's younger brother? "It was just an accident." Song Li said only one sentence, then looked at Luo.

Luo's face was very cold, probably because he didn't expect there to be so many people.

"Your brother is Song Li's fiancé, and it's only natural for his fiancé to help his sub-orc build a house." Feng Mian, who was beside Luo's younger brother Du, smiled, and looked at Song Li with a warm smile.

Listening to Feng Mian's words, Mu Mu's eyes turned cold unconsciously, but when Feng Mian's eyes fell on him, Mu Mu's eyes became shy.

Interest flashed in Fengmian's eyes, and she looked at Mu Mu more directly.

Seeing Feng Mian's gaze, Mu Mu's face turned rosy, and he quickly looked away, even forgetting to be jealous of Song Li, all he could think about was whether Feng Mian liked him or not?Fengmian will also be the orc leader of the patriarch in the future, with a bright future...

Thinking of this, Mu Mu felt that Feng Mian was pleasing to the eye, and even cast a look at Feng Mian.

Feng Mian pretended to enjoy it, and smiled at Mu Mu.

"My brother has never admitted that he is Song Li's fiancé." Du looked at Luo lazily, "He really hates Song Li."

"But the current fact is that Luo is very happy to help Song Li build a house." Fengmian said with a smile, looking at the unique attic in front of him, and then at the charcoal pencil and fur in Song Li's hands, with surprise and appreciation in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Song Li, the idiot bear in their mouths who was only entangled with Luo, was so smart and beautiful, and the alienated expression on his face was enough to attract him.

If it weren't for Mu Mu's status as the high priest who was about to become, Feng Mian really wanted to abandon Mu Mu and share the bliss of the world with Song Li.

"Okay." Luo took back the tools and jumped down from the attic, and glanced around indifferently, "It's all gone."

Those people couldn't bear Luo's gaze, and left here one after another.

Du met Shang Luo's cold eyes, turned around abruptly and left here with Feng Mian.

Lal looked at Luo's face, and hurried to Song Li, "Luo, thank you for helping us build a house for Ah Li."

"No thanks, Father Lal pack up your things and live in." Luo was very respectful to his elders.

Listening to Luo's words, Lal sighed and went back to the house.

Only Luo and Song Li were left here, and Song Li looked at Luo suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"What are you going to do when you make □□?" Luo asked, picking up the fur of Song Li's painting.

"Hunting! Otherwise, what will Dad and I eat?" Song Li said, "Oh, by the way, Luo, you don't have to cook it for me, I can do it myself."

"Then tell me why I built you a house." Luo paused and said.

"You came to me last night and said you wanted to build a house for me. Why, you forgot all about it?" Song Li looked at Luo hesitantly.

"Myself?" Luo murmured strangely, "there will be a tribal bonfire in a few nights, if you and Lal's father are okay, you can come to participate."

"I see." Song Li nodded, looked at Luo who was still puzzled, and suddenly said, "Luo, there are people in the tribe who want to harm people. Be careful, don't drink water recently."

"What did you say?" Luo approached Song Li, raised his voice and looked at him, "You can't talk nonsense about this matter, you know the consequences of nonsense."

"I don't care if you believe it or not." Song Li shrugged. If we really let it go, the orcs will be better, but those sub-orcs will soon get sick.

Luo looked at Song Li's back with complicated eyes, then turned and left.

A few days later, the bonfire meeting of the Wing Wing tribe officially started. Before night, many orcs and sub-orcs came to the center of the tribe. The orcs found the people themselves.

Song Li pulled Father Lal to the edge of the bonfire and sat down at a table, "Father, don't stay at home all the time, come out and walk around more, you can see how lively it is."

"Ah Li, how old am I? This is where your children play. I'd better go back." Lal looked at the orcs around him shyly, and said.

"Come on, Dad, you're still young." Song Li pulled Lal, looked at all kinds of strange fruits and food on the table, "Look, Dad, there's still something to eat here, just treat it as Come eat, anyway, it’s boring at home.”

"There's nothing I can do about you." Lal sighed.

Song Li smiled, looking at the black air on the foreheads of the orcs and sub-orcs around him, thinking flashed in his eyes, wondering if Luo took his words to heart.

"Song Li, come here." Thinking of Cao Cao and Cao Cao coming, Song Li looked at Luo who was dressed in a noble style, and looked at Lal, who nodded, "Go."

Song Li followed Luo and left here, walking on the path together.

"Why are you looking for me?" Song Li glanced at Father Lal in the distance, and then at Luo.

"Is what you said that day true, or is it because you are jealous of Mumu?"

The author has something to say: I repair, I repair, I repair and repair, Luo is a person who has a beginning and an end.