The Lop Eared Rabbit engages in infrastructure construction in another world

slipped away

Standing next to the cellar, Jing Shen is more worried about the safety of Lang Rong: "Wuyou, have you seen Lang Rong before? Will he be in any danger underground?"

Like getting a calf impaled by a groundhog's teeth or something.

He knew that groundhogs carry a lot of parasitic viruses, but he didn't know that this groundhog orc was different.

I wonder if his ability can get rid of parasites and viruses...

Lu Wuyou lay beside the depth of field, happily basking in the sun, patting the supernatural green vines one after another, his tail swaying back and forth leisurely.

He blinked when he heard Jingshen's words: "I think the safety of that marmot is more worrying than the safety of Wolf Rong."

Rat fever?

Wuyou added: "There are also sweet potatoes, but Lang Rong has promised to make sweet potatoes at night, so they should still be safe."

As soon as Lu Wuyou finished speaking, a loud noise was heard.

Dust suddenly appeared at the door of the cellar, and some gravel was blown out.

Although he knew that these gravels would not splash on Jingshen's body, Lu Wuyou still cautiously stood in front of the little lop-eared rabbit, showing him a very sunny smile with squinted eyes.

He really didn't know if Rat Flame could survive.

After all, Langrong...

This man is indeed a dangerous creature.

It's just that in front of the depth of field, this person pretends to be a normal person.

And in front of Lu Chen.

And when facing subordinates and enemies, this person's true face can only be revealed, such as now.

This guy is good at acting.

He looked at the depth of field below with a worried expression on his face, couldn't help but tilt his head, and began to feel pity for the rat inflammation underground.

It would have been great if I had explained it early in the morning, now it is the task of Lang Rong, but it is really troublesome.

Lang Rong was not as easy-going as Depth of Field, and Lang Rong even paid in advance for roasted sweet potatoes as payment for this matter.

It is very possible that this person will be squeezed so much that he will spit out whatever the false beast god usually likes to eat.

He sighed, it's really not the fault of the depth of field, the depth of field is just out of good intentions, thinking that since there are sweet potatoes here, it's better to roast them for Lang Rong.

But this person Langrong... If he eats other people's food, or worse, if someone else prepaid the food for him in advance, this person will redouble his efforts to take everything out of this person's mouth, and then list them in a row. Zhang made a big list and handed it to Jingshen.

In his mind, if someone offered to make food for him, it was much more important than other things, such as elemental stones or gems.

But the depth of field has no time to think about this question.

He found a figure approaching, and it tended to get closer.

It's easy to talk about anyone else, but this person is Hu Zhao.

Hu Zhao with the ice turtle.

Depth of Field couldn't help closing his eyes.

Does Hu Zhao come to the cellar to walk the ice turtle?Why is it so unfortunate that he bumped into his own animal form?

He found desperately that he really had no way to transform into a human form at this time, he could only hide in the chair and pretend nothing happened.

escape.

In fact, Hu Zhao didn't have any special intentions, he just wanted to take this ice turtle around and let the ice turtle get used to the environment here, which is the so-called recognition of the way.

He originally planned to say hello to Lu Wuyou and walk over directly, but when he looked away, the dust in the cellar did not attract his attention, and he only saw a little lop-eared rabbit squatting on a chair.

He showed a cheerful smile: "Patriarch!"

Oops.

As soon as he said it, he realized that he didn't seem to be calling it that way.

He should pretend that he doesn't know the beast shape of Depth of Field, but you can pretend to know what you don't know, but it's very difficult for you to pretend not to know what you know.

In particular, he hasn't seen the depth of field for a long time, and he also misses the patriarch a little.

I heard that the patriarch went on patrol as soon as he came back.

In this situation, Hu Zhao's mind was spinning faster than usual.

So the patriarch's patrol may also have something to do with the current beast shape.

The Patriarch didn't want to meet them in beast form.

But why?

The last time Xiaotu, heck, when the patriarch used to play with the little ice turtle, he thought he performed pretty well, warm and thoughtful, so it's impossible to give the patriarch the impression that he doesn't like his animal form, right?

Depth of Field steps back slightly, looking like he wants to hide himself in the pile of vines.

Hu Zhao watched in silence for a long time, and suddenly understood.

So the patriarch didn't feel that he didn't like this beast shape, but that it was embarrassing...

He didn't go to greet them last time, but turned into a beast to watch the ice turtles, was he embarrassed by this incident?

He couldn't help showing a sincere smile.

The patriarch seems, quite cute.

He didn't need to explain himself and knew that it must be because of special reasons that the patriarch couldn't change into a human form, so he appeared next to their tribe in the form of a beast.

Thinking of the sparkling eyes of the little lop-eared rabbit that couldn't be restrained at that time, he suddenly felt a little lucky, and took the little ice turtle out by himself.

The patriarch should like this little thing very much.

And since this matter has been uncovered by himself, it is not as good as this.

He made up his mind, pretended not to notice the dodge of the depth of field, walked up to him, and smiled brightly: "Patriarch, let me play with this for a while."

Depth of Field blinked, somewhat confused about the situation.

How did Hu Zhao know his identity?

He deliberately took a look at this person's facial expression, and found that there was no expression of contempt, contempt, or joke, but only a ray of sunshine, purely flattering.

Speaking of which, Jing Shen looked dizzily at the little ice turtle in front of him, put his paws on the shell, and got a gentle rub from the little ice turtle.He thought hard, the fox seemed to come from canines as well.

Hu Zhao didn't know what Jing Shen was thinking, but felt that it was more dangerous at this time.

He did not explain his motives.

While the little ice turtle was dazed by the temptation of the depth of field, he began to express his position: "First of all, no one told me, I guessed it myself, and I didn't tell other people in our tribe, but Patriarch Li Zhang Should have guessed it."

He has called Li Zhang the patriarch for a long time, and he doesn't want to change the name, and Jing Shen doesn't care about the exclusive right to the title of patriarch, and he calls it after them.

Depth of Field remained motionless, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Hu Zhao continued, "Everyone in our team likes your animal shape."

It may not be accurate to say that I like the word. It is more accurate to say that because of the depth of field, a large area of ​​the land allocated to their tribe has been planted with small tomatoes.

I heard that the patriarch likes it.

There are also some people who insist on planting pastures of various tastes.

Depth of Field's ears trembled.

He didn't mean it that way, he just felt that if he didn't lead their tribe to do things on the first day, wouldn't anyone think something was wrong?

Hu Zhao continued: "We also like the patriarch very much, as the patriarch in human form. Because if it weren't for this tribe, if it weren't for this patriarch, we would probably still be living a very difficult life with the strange beasts."

The crowding out of the surrounding tribes, the pressure exerted by the pseudo-beast gods, the shortage of water sources, the blockade...

All in all, everything makes them very worried. Compared with these things, what kind of big problem is the appearance of depth of field?

Even if Depth of Field avoided seeing their tribe, he was the savior of all of them, all the alien beasts, and Depth of Field even passed by specially, showing his affection for their ice turtle.

That's enough.

The depth of field is still pressing the shell of the ice turtle, the little ice turtle is not dissatisfied, they react slowly, but the breath of the depth of field is what they like, so this little thing is very gentle.

And Jingshen... Because of these remarks, he was a little at a loss, he didn't know what to say to Hu Zhao, but, in short, he was relieved, it was okay that he couldn't go back for the time being.

After seeing off Hu Zhao and basking in the sun for a while, Lang Rong ran up from the ground, holding a long piece of animal skin paper as Lu Wuyou expected, with a long section of notes written on it, With the other hand, he held the groundhog by the back of its neck.

This groundhog is already unconscious.

Lang Rong seemed to be in a good mood: "It's over, this groundhog is useless, you can do whatever you want."

The depth of field wanted to lock him up, but he hesitated: "I don't know if he will run away."

Lang Rong showed a secretive smile: "I don't think he will."

Lu Wuyou flicked his tail boredly.

After experiencing the setbacks of Lang Rong, Shu Yan can still speak even if he has strong willpower, and it is impossible to escape.

"By the way." Lang Rong showed his usual gentle smile, which matched his face perfectly: "Not a single sweet potato was harmed in this incident."

So, depth of field, you can bake sweet potatoes!

Lu Wuyou shook his hair.

Depth of Field hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll try to transform into a human form."

Lang Rong showed a rather surprised expression: "Actually, it doesn't matter if it doesn't change, as long as you dictate and I can operate it."

Anyway, they are all roasted sweet potatoes, so there shouldn't be much difference.

As soon as Jing Shen wanted to respond, he felt as if he was being hugged.

The person who hugged him was very skillful, and he didn't fall down as if he was comforting with his hair. His slender fingers even tapped his forehead, as if teasing a cat.

The man said calmly, "I'll bake it for you."

king, king!

Lang Rong stammered inwardly, and said politely, "No need, king, I have something else to do."

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