In the early morning of the second day, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the house, Wu Zheng and the playboy began the day's work.

Wu Zheng was responsible for cleaning the man's bath, to put it bluntly, that is, a big pool. The pool is not deep, but it is large. It is not an easy task to change the water again. First of all, Wu Zheng wanted to pour out the dirty water in the pre-existing pool. Luochen was quite friendly, and agreed that Wu Zheng would pour the dirty water directly from the toilet. It's just that the filth in the pond is too difficult to clean up, and of course, that is, the remnants of the stinky fish.

Second, Wu Zheng also had to use a bucket and go to the lake to fetch water. During this period, Wu Zheng had to go downstairs and upstairs. When Wu Zheng first heard that he was going to fetch water like this, he almost didn't have a mouthful of old blood spurting out. Wu Zheng couldn't help but start asking in his heart, could it be that you yourself fetch water like this? Wouldn't that be ten days and half a month without taking a bath?

Luochen seemed to be a little suspicious of Wu Zheng, so he squinted at Wu Zheng and said, "That's how I fetch water, and every day." ”

Wu Zheng was disappointed and whispered: "You still take a bath every day, you won't have a habit of cleanliness." Wu Zheng's voice was very small, and he didn't dare to let Luochen hear it.

But on the contrary, the ears of the falling dust are more intelligent than the dog, and they hear it at once. Then, Luochen glared back at Wu Zheng, and spit out a word in a cold tone: "Yes." Then he turned silently and walked into the distance without looking back.

Wu Zheng was a little desperate, looking at the bucket and starting to be in a daze. Then, lifting it up and tearfully going down the treehouse. It was easier for Wu Zheng to go downstairs, and he walked down with a bucket. However, when Wu Zheng went down, he found a problem. Subsequently, Wu Zheng began to regret leaving the dust.

The treehouse is still some distance from the river, and it is a bit difficult for Wu Zheng to walk this distance. He doesn't have the strength of Luochen and Playboy, and when he encounters ordinary demonic beasts, he is sent to death. Wu Zheng really began to regret it, but he didn't dare to go back to find Luochen. Thinking of that cold look, Wu Zheng's heart was empty. Forget it, fight, Wu Zheng thought and rushed into the depths of the dense forest.

Fortunately, Wu Zheng didn't encounter any magical beasts. When he came back, Wu Zheng ran fast, for fear of encountering terrifying monsters. During this period, I don't know how many times I slipped and fell by a branch, but it couldn't stop Wu Zheng's way forward. Wu Zheng carried the bucket, and the water in the bucket spilled out and splashed on his pants because of Wu Zheng's running. When I finally got to the treehouse, my pants were almost wet. And there is not much water left.

Wu Zheng's every move was watched by Luochen. Wu Zheng's speed of running away is comparable to the speed of leaving the realm. And even more, maybe faster. Luochen's eyes became sharper and sharper, as if he had seen through everything.

Wu Zheng just now ran desperately as if he had seen a ghost. Now that we're under the treehouse, it's finally time to take a break. After Wu Zheng looked around left and right to find a sense of security, he sat on the ground and gasped for breath. Looking at the water in the bucket again, Wu Zheng was a little depressed. There is only half a bucket of water left, when will this be finished! Wu Zheng's heart is dripping blood, he is feeling sorry for himself.

The playboy on the other side asked for a knife from Luochen early in the morning and left by himself. Luochen doesn't care about him, anyway, with his strength, if he is killed again, it can only be explained.

Back to Wu Zheng's side, now Wu Zheng has begun to go upstairs. There are many stairs and the tree house is very high, and Wu Zheng has a feeling that he will never be able to walk to the edge. When I went downstairs just now, I didn't think it was too high. Now I have lifted a bucket or half a bucket of water, and it feels really high. A staircase leads to the treehouse. Although it was lit by the night pearl next to it, it still stumbled. When he finally arrived at the tree house, Wu Zheng felt as if he had been tortured, sweating profusely and panting like a cow.

It's too high, it's really too high. Wu Zheng had the urge to greet the eighteenth generation of the Fallen Dust Ancestor, which was simply frustrating. The tree house was built on such a high place because it was afraid that people would come up. This is the perfect anti-theft function, and there is no need to worry about thieves visiting in the middle of the night. But in this great forest, where are the thieves!

After resting for a while, Wu Zheng had no choice but to set off again, he felt that at the current speed, it would take two days at the earliest. Wu Zheng touched his little thin legs distressedly, tired and thin, and hungry and thin.

In this way, Wu Zheng repeated it several times, and finally, he fell tired and fell on the green grass under the tree house. Smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants around him, Wu Zheng had an urge to fall asleep. This kind of water day, when is the head? However, Wu Zheng just complained, this kind of life still has to continue. Wu Zheng regained his spirits, and then reluctantly stood up. Back pain, and a little sore. Wu Zheng hammered the injured back of the hammer and started the day's battle again.

It was noon, and Wu Zheng finally had time to eat a full meal. For him, who didn't eat breakfast, his stomach was already empty. It's not that Wu Zheng didn't get up early to eat, but he didn't have food at all. The dude got up early in the morning and slipped away. And Luochen's cold-faced dragon, he didn't dare to beg for food. So, I had to go hungry.

Wu Zheng climbed up to the tree house, his hands and feet were still a little trembling, obviously tired from overuse. Now the beautiful scenery outside the window, Wu Zheng is in no mood to look at it. Although it is beautiful and moving, Wu Zheng just wants to rest at this time.

At this time, Wu Zheng seemed to smell the aroma of food. Wu Zheng lost some of his energy and got up. Follow the feeling of your nose and run towards your goal.

The destination, without a doubt, is the kitchen. There, Falling Dust is cooking. Wu Zheng was a little surprised, looking at Luochen's busy movements, he was a little funny. It seems that this guy doesn't cook very often either.

But this is also strange to say, if you don't cook, what will you eat? Will you eat fruit? Then you will really become a monkey, Wu Zheng thought to himself.

At this time, Luochen was obviously very embarrassed, not only did he get dirty, but his handsome face was also black and shiny from smoke. In this way, it seems that Luochen is not so unkind. In fact, the dust of frost has faded, and it is also very approachable. However, Wu Zheng only thought about it, and when he met Luochen's cold eyes, all the thoughts he had just thought were gone.

Wu Zheng didn't want to take it anymore, otherwise he didn't know if the dust would kill people and destroy his mouth, or if the thirty-six plans would be the best plan. Wu Zheng walked slowly to the balcony, and as soon as he walked up, his eyes were stung by the sun. The entire treehouse has four balconies, distributed in the direction of yes, which ensures that sunlight can be brought in at every time of the day.

I have to say that this design is very ingenious, but why can't we design an elevator? In this way, Wu Zheng was able to climb some stairs less.

After a while, Dusty came out of the kitchen, still holding a basin of bloody meat in his hand. Wu Zheng didn't know what kind of meat it was, but there was blood in the broth. Obviously, Falling Dust didn't know how to drain his prey to blood. Also, the pot was not cooked, otherwise the blood would have been solid. And not like now, the blood times hula. And on the flesh there was a great deal of hair. This is simply Ru Mao drinking blood, even if it is not Wu Zheng, it is almost the same.

Wu Zheng thought that he could have a full meal, but now it seems that he has overestimated Luochen's cooking skills, even if he is a playboy, he will not make it like this. I thought that the dude's cooking skills were bad enough, but now it seems that he is a step up in the dust. There really is no harm without contrast!

Wu Zheng stared at the pot of things he didn't know what it was for a long time, and finally didn't have the courage to taste it. He really doesn't know how Luochen has come over all these years, it must have been very hard. No wonder he's so thin, it seems that he eats junk food.

Luochen was also a little surprised to see Wu Zheng staring at the dish but indifferent. He thought that Wu Zheng would be very hungry after a tiring session, but the fact was that Wu Zheng had no interest in the dishes he cooked, and even said that he was a little disgusted with them.

So, the playboy sent the dish to Wu Zheng, only a finger away from Wu Zheng. Wu Zheng could even feel the steaming heat gushing out of the basin rushing straight to his eyes, a little spicy and a little painful.

Wu Zheng tried hard to push back and look away, but Luochen stepped forward again. In this way, one advance and one retreat, and finally Wu Zheng had no way to retreat. Behind you, the handrails of the balcony. Further down, there is no return for dozens of zhang.

Wu Zheng swallowed his saliva, changed his smile and said, "I'm not hungry yet, you can eat first." ”

Luochen stared at Wu Zheng's eyes for a long time with some doubts, and finally did not persecute again. Wu Zheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that he had finally escaped. But then, something even more surprising happened. Wu Zheng has deep pity for this kind of loveless behavior. Crazy, Wu Zheng thought for a long time before he came up with such an adjective.

I saw Luochen pick up the basin and gnaw on the meat. There was blood, hair, and bones. You don't have to spit it out, and the dust can be digested. What a strong man, what courage it takes.

After a while, a pot of mess was eaten by the dust. blood, can not survive, the dust is very happy to drink.

After drinking the dust of the blood, he touched his lips with his hand. But then he saw his dirty hands. I only heard the howl of falling dust, and rushed directly down the tree house. Wu Zheng looked at the dust and went away, and the direction should be the lake. That guy couldn't have washed his hands, Wu Zheng couldn't help but think. Cleanliness seems to be really scary.

Wu Zheng didn't encounter a Warcraft in a day's work, but it wasn't that Wu Zheng was lucky. Instead, Luochen had already killed the demonic beasts that were going to be unfavorable to Wu Zheng in advance. In fact, the pot of meat that Luochen ate at noon was the meat of the slain monster. It's just that Wu Zheng doesn't know all this.

In the evening, the dude returned to the treehouse. And he brought back, four chairs and a table. In addition to that, there are even fruits. Obviously, these jobs are easy for Playboy.

The tables and chairs are made of mortise and tenon joints, unlike the previous ones. The playboy thought that this had finally opened his eyes, but Dusty didn't care and felt indifferent to it. pretending, and then pretending, the playboy was extremely disappointed in his heart. It seems that he is a little overthinking.

At this time, Wu Zheng also came back. After a day of water, the bath was not half-filled. Wu Zhengzhen didn't know how Luochen managed to take a bath every day.

At the beginning, Wu Zheng was still a little afraid of the monster and ran desperately. But later, Wu Zheng couldn't run anymore, so he just left it to fate. Anyway, being eaten by a monster is better than being exhausted to death.

Climbing up to the tree house, Wu Zheng lay directly on the ground. He did climb up, to the point where he used both hands and feet.

The playboy stepped forward with a smile and said mockingly: "Which young master is this, why is he lying on the ground?" ”

Wu Zheng glared fiercely, and now he had nothing to move except his eyes. But then, he saw the fruit.