At this moment, the orcs began to cheer again, and they looked at Mi Lan's adoring eyes and longed to put Mi Lan on the offering table, and burn incense every day to pay respect.

"Congratulations to my daughter for making another item that has a great impact on the beast world, papermaking. The system rewards you with a Voldemort, which has been placed in your backpack. ”

"System, what the hell is the Volamo?"

"What the hell, the Demon Qin is a god-level magic weapon, which can subdue demons and eliminate demons and defend the righteous path. The system was a little anxious, and it didn't seem to like Miran's contempt for his Fu Moqin.

"System, why do you get stuck in your throat when you don't agree with each other? Does it have anything to do with me?"

System: "......" doesn't seem to have much to do with it, just like you, it's good if the demons and monsters don't descend on you.

"Besides, I won't play the piano if you give it to me!

System: "......" makes sense, do you have to send a piano sheet to send a piano?" "Wait, I'll send you another piano score." ”

The loss is big, the loss is big, and the system hurts.

"Don't don't, don't give so much without saying a word! Daddy, you better keep it for yourself!"

"What's the matter, why don't you accept it?" The system is heartbroken, and it is sent out like cutting meat, why don't you accept it?

"I'm really embarrassed to take such a good thing, so you better take it back! Mi Lan smiled and resolutely refused to accept it.

The system was anxious again: "Dead girl, why don't you say that you are lazy, and you still say it so nicely, no, you must learn to play the piano when you release tasks." ”

Mi Lan: "...... you are good, you are not lazy." Is there such a father? To break off friendship, the father-daughter relationship must be severed.

Wuchen looked at Mi Lan's expression and began to change unpredictably, speechless, yes, mad cow disease again.

Everyone hurriedly retreated, and heard that the Miran patriarch had launched a madness and even beat himself.

Look at her gritted teeth, hurry up and stay away, don't splash blood.

However, there are really people who are not afraid of death: "Patriarch Miran, that ......"

An orc saw that everyone was backing away in unison, but he stepped forward and stopped, scratching the back of his head, blushing a little.

Mi Lan came back to her senses: "What?" folded the paper neatly, and she wanted to keep this paper as a souvenir.

And the first scythe she made last time, and other items made in so many days, the first one she collected.

Hey, hey, maybe it'll be an antique in a few thousand years.

"That...... I ......" the orc was still a little embarrassed to say.

Mi Lan: "Oh! You're dying, just tell me something!"

The man gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind: "That...... I want you to be my partner. ”

"Huh?" Mi Lan circled and married the orcs? Oh my God!

"Don't worry, I promise to give you a lot of prey, and I will never let you go hungry. The orc patted his chest and reassured.

Mi Lan looked around to see if there were any geese, and she wanted to help them.

"Really, really, when the time comes, you can just enjoy yourself at home, and I......'ll take care of the rest."

The more the orc spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had already built their future.

He didn't notice that Wuchen's face turned black into the bottom of the pot, and his aura suddenly turned on.

The room instantly froze, and the orc was frozen into an ice sculpture before he could finish speaking.

Everyone hurriedly retreated, Brother Wuchen was so scary.

"Why did you freeze him?"

How does it feel...... Frozen well.

"Noise" Wuchen said angrily, glaring at the "Ice Sculpture" fiercely, what is the matter with wanting to smash him?

Although Wuchen annoyed him very much, he didn't let him die, and thawed him after freezing for a while.

However, from then on, this orc was miserable, and Wuchen would freeze him for a while when he was happy, and freeze him for a while if he was unhappy.

When he is thirsty and hungry, he will freeze for a while, if he is tired, he will freeze for a while, and if he is sleepy, he will freeze for a while.

He was so scared that he didn't dare to meet with Wuchen again, and he was frozen a lot, and he summed up a way to survive, that is, stay away from the paper mill, stay away from dust, and stay away from Milan.

Although the paper mill is not large, it is enough for children, and it is more than enough.

Mi Lan asks the silver owl to store the rest of the paper and open a market when the snow melts, or go to other tribes to promote the paper and other tools.

Silver Owl and Dustless agreed.

It's been a busy few days, and Wuchen doesn't know where to go, and Mi Lan is idle and has nothing to do.

To the right of her cave, there is a bamboo forest, which will not get lost if it is close to home, so Mi Lan will go around if she is fine.

"Brother Wuchen, I made you a pair of animal leather shoes, can you wear them to see if they fit?"

As he walked, Mi Lan heard a voice behind a large rock in front of him, and turned to the right of the stone to look.

Xiao Sang held a pair of newly made animal leather shoes in his hand and handed them to Wuchen, who stood opposite her in animal skin clothes and frowned slightly.

"I have shoes to wear, you can keep them for yourself!" Wuchen seemed to have something, and turned around and left.

Xiao Sang grabbed his arm and said, "Brother Wuchen, don't go......!

Wuchen turned his head, pulled his arm out, and said, "Are you still in trouble?"

"Brother Wuchen, I ......" Xiao Sang's cheeks were crimson, and he stopped talking, looking a little humble in front of Wuchen.

"If you have anything, just say it, don't spit it out. "The usually gentle Dustless seems to be getting a little impatient.

"I ......" Xiao San bit his lip and blushed even more: "I...... Brother Wuchen, I like you, let's get married, right?" Xiao Sang lowered his head, and his voice was like a mosquito and a fly.

Wuchen looked surprised: "No...... You ......" for a long time before he said, "No, I don't like you." ”

Wuchen refused, Xiao Sang is very good, simple and kind, but not the type he likes.

Xiao Sang's face turned from red to white, and he was ashamed: "Brother Wuchen, I'm ...... Am I wrong?"

Wuchen was inexplicably a little irritable: "You are good everywhere, but it's not what I like, don't say this kind of thing again in the future." After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Brother Wuchen, you don't like me because you have someone you like?" Xiao Sang asked as he wiped his tears.

Wuchen's footsteps paused, did he have anyone he liked?

A sand sculpture face suddenly appeared in my mind, and that little face seemed to be quite good-looking. Like her? I don't know.

Wuchen left without answering Xiao Sang, and Xiao Sang squatted on the ground and cried silently.

When Mi Lan saw this, he hurried away, how could he have a feeling of peeping into people's privacy.

"Teacher Milan, you wait......"

After being discovered, Mi Lan had to turn around and smile, a little embarrassed: "That...... I'm just passing by, are you okay?"

Xiao Sang wiped his tears, got up and said, "Did you hear everything?"

"I ......" Mi Lan was speechless for a while, and it seemed a little bad to overhear others: "That...... Seem...... It seems like...... Heard a little. ”

Oops! I'm going to die, blushing: "Don't worry, I won't say it." ”

Xiao Sang shook his head and said, "It's okay, Brother Wuchen doesn't like me anyway." Teacher Mi Lan, does Brother Wuchen like you, that's why he rejected me?"

"What?" Mi Lan looked cloudy, not knowing how to answer: "This...... You think too much, we're just friends. We live together, but we don't really have anything. ”

Wuchen likes him? It's good to be dustless and not scare her.

Besides, even if he liked himself, she didn't have that idea.

"But I think he just likes you, Mr. Mi Lan, you can give him to me!" Xiao Sang's tears fell down, and I felt pity for that little face.