Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Xie Zhuo, on the other hand, is planning to let these clansmen who were unable to play a big role in the hunting ground take over the job.

"If you can do this well, your role will even exceed that of the soldiers."

Seeing that these people were not very interested, Xie Zhuo directly drew a big cake for them.

"In the future, the food in the tribe may depend entirely on you."

Now, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Rest well, tomorrow I will teach you how to make these things."

Seeing how eager these people were to work, Xie Zhuo's little conscience ached.

He waved these people back to the tent, and leaned back lazily.

And behind him, there was also a pair of hands that stopped him in good time.

"I'm so tired." He yawned, his voice somewhat complaining.

The slightly soft voice seemed to be coquettish, and successfully softened the expressions of the people behind him.

Lang Tu kissed Xie Zhuo's hair, and said softly, "Thank you."

If it wasn't for him, the little priest would never have worked so hard.

Xie Zhuo buried his face in Langtu's chest, gritted his teeth, and muttered in a low voice, "It's not for you either, I want to eat meat, stir-fried vegetables, and..."

He counted the things he wanted to eat one by one, and fell into dreamland unconsciously.

After his voice completely disappeared, a trace of real tenderness and panic finally flashed in Langtu's gilt pupils.

He didn't understand what his little priest said.

He knew that the little priest was different from him. There were too many wonderful ideas in his mind, and there were too many things beyond their cognition.

Sometimes, he is even afraid.

Afraid that his little priest would dislike this place, afraid that he would leave as suddenly as he appeared.

Every time he thought of these things, his heart began to throb unconsciously. Only possession and kisses could make him feel that his little priest belonged to him completely.

Langtu couldn't help but put a kiss on Xie Zhuo's forehead, his expression was deep.

He will work hard, will work hard to make the tribe better, and turn the tribe into what the little priest wants.

In this way, will his little priest feel nostalgic for this place, and won't think about leaving.

The ferret in sleep showed a soft expression because of his kiss, and slid into his arms coquettishly.

There was no dream all night, and the tribe started the fervent construction early in the morning of the second day.

The warriors were arranged to hunt and capture some small animals suitable for farming.

The remaining orcs were given various tasks.

Such as digging the ground, such as building a house, and such as building an animal enclosure.

As the days passed, the desolate land gradually changed its appearance under the efforts of everyone.

Every time Xie Zhuo was at this time, he would marvel at the powerful physical strength of the orcs.

Even for the trembling old man, lifting things weighing dozens or hundreds of catties is like child's play.

After day after day of hard work, a slightly primitive village finally appeared on this land.

And this primitiveness is what Xie Zhuo thought.

Because in the eyes of others, this place is a miracle.

The elephant who came to catch his son looked at the compacted roads, at the fields with all kinds of seedlings growing in all directions beside the roads, and at the houses that looked extremely weird but were very cute, and he was stunned. I can't believe this is where he sold it.

Can that desolate place really be equated with this prosperous place?