Nanfeng was a meticulous observer, and through this half-day observation, she had already understood the current situation here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Resources are scarce, the people are fierce, everyone is on guard, and they have a strong sense of distance from each other.

When the upstairs was first built, she took into account simple items such as beds, cabinets, tables, chairs, etc., which she was used to. Fast and good.

The first floor will be empty for the time being. More on that tomorrow.

It's not good to be a newcomer if you don't show some dry goods, but now that the big money comes out, I'm afraid it will temporarily dispel the little Jiujiu in many people's hearts.

In fact, she had already exhausted most of her spiritual power, so she pretended to be calm, glanced at the people around her indifferently, and turned to go upstairs. The sliding stone door behind him blocked everyone's eyes with a slight flick.

Upstairs, Nanfeng took out a futon, put it on the bed, and planned to sit and breathe.

In the days in the cave, she had become accustomed to the cold and hard bed, and such an arrangement, but some people were not satisfied.

"Oops~~We have a new home~" The spore people led by Aman quickly got busy.

Sure enough, everyone's talent is different. Like her, she learned embroidery before, and was disgusted by the third child's various complaints, and her aesthetics are really not good.

People who have been to Spore Village were stunned by the Spore Man's architecture at the time, and there was only one word to describe in their hearts. That's ingenuity.

On the second floor, there was a balcony where Nanfeng stood at this time, and under the command of the Sporotes, pots were formed in various designated places and filled with soft nutrient soil.

The South Wind extracts the purest soil from this soil, which is then processed by the Spore People to turn it into a dark and nutrient-rich soil, which is said to provide enough nutrients when casting spells.

When the seeds are put in, a little green light pops out of the spore man's hand, the branches and leaves stretch, and the plants are ripened at a speed visible to the naked eye, keeping them in the best condition.

These are ordinary flowers and plants, and there is no difficulty at all for the Spore People.

"Look at me!" This is a strong spore man, named Anan, who didn't like to show much at first, but since the last time Nanfeng provided a lot of spirit plants, Anan has become close to her. Anan is one of the few spore people who focuses on planting. It's usually quiet. But now, too, he has a desire to perform.

A large tree rises from the ground, the canopy is like a big umbrella, covering the small house, the trunk is crawling with all kinds of vines, and the strings of purple flowers hang down, looking from a distance, like a waterfall.

Agai watched dumbfounded, the waterfall of flowers blocking the balcony of the south wind, obscuring the thin figure.

A burst of fragrance filled the air, and everyone went out to see it curiously.

All kinds of hanging flower pots on the small house, the flower branches hang down, and the style of the spore village.

A kind of turquoise vine with round leaves, very cute, quickly climbing all over the empty walls. This delicate plant, once trampled, hehe, it's hard to say who has been here.

"Hey, look at me!" Xiaoyue was not willing to be lonely, and a protective array was laid down with a wave of claws. One is to protect these delicate flowers and trees, and on the other hand, it is also for safety.

The exterior work was completed, and the stone work in the house was removed by them in disgust, and after Ahashi's rational persuasion, perhaps also to take care of Nanfeng's poor self-esteem. Finally, it was placed in the open space in the center of Spore Village as a meeting point for everyone after tea and dinner.

The exquisite stepping bed, the lifelike swimming fish on the screen, the dresser of the daughter's house, and all kinds of exquisite jewelry are stuffed into the dressing boxes. Thick carpets, light tulle, heavy curtains, and no less decoration.

The room of more than forty square meters is divided into two, and a beautiful dining table is placed in front, beautiful lamps are scattered in all corners, the moon pearl inlaid on it exudes a quiet light, and the colorless tulle floats gently, just like in a dream.

The shape is still the simple and simple that they were used to in ancient times, but the details are full of modern luxury.

This is the latest learning they have learned, and it has been integrated with their previous habits. On the original frame, there are exquisite decorations, such as the fine carvings on the bedpost, such as the exquisite openwork embroidery on the corners of the tablecloth, and so on.

Nanfeng sighed deeply. Her best friend left these spore people in her care that day, must have been there to take care of her, right? She felt like she wasn't doing anything, and they were doing so much for her.

Look at this quality of life! Even if you want to commit suicide, once you enjoy this, you will be nostalgic for the world, right?

The sigh is not over, and the Spore Man who likes to cook has already been greeted.

The lifting of the ban on the small world has brought rich materials, and all the spore people are very grateful to her. Since these spore people are very measured, she has never restrained them. Spore people can come and go at any time, and they are free, so I am especially grateful. Vowed to take good care of her.

The two wolves drooled, squatted on the stool, and waited for the south wind to come and start the meal.

The feeling of a proper family, warm.

The days are so settled, and the south wind feels better than ever.

In the past few days, under the guidance of Yinyue, due to his very solid forging experience. Soon, Nanfeng will be able to forge a high-grade magic weapon.

Quantitative change causes qualitative change. The previous hard work was for this kind of leap forward progress!

Meditating on the second floor every day, practicing knives on the first floor, and forging in the basement, Nanfeng's life is orderly. She waited quietly for the Spore to find out.

However, the news is not encouraging.

She knew that this island was called Demon Spirit Island, and it was the prison for cultivators in the fairy spirit realm, and the enchantment around the island had been seen by her when she first came. Moreover, the conditions in the camps that have been detected today are not very good.

The environment in the barren land in the west is harsh, but the cultivation environment is okay, after all, the population density is low. Other places, recently explored, are simply terrifying.

want to leave unless you are released from prison.

However, she didn't come in through the regular channels. The south wind was a little deflated and a little worried.

For two days in a row, I didn't even practice the knife, and sat quietly on the balcony in a daze.

No matter where you are, can you live a good life, and because you can't get what you want, you give up the years that pass day by day?

She thinks a lot, these friendly friends, the warm home in that distant place, and the longed-for big school, and sometimes there are some memory fragments in her mind, recalling all kinds of things.

Slowly, she became bearish. No matter what time it is, you have to live a good life.

In this way, forging is not just a means to find a way to leave in order to make money, but a part of life!

Took a deep breath. The south wind went down the basement again.

Hearing the clanging sound of forging again, the two wolves lying on the stall stretched lazily. There was relief in his eyes.

While Nanfeng was confined to his home, something happened in the camp.