The houses of the Tiger tribe look like they were built on a whim, and they live more often in caves.

Compared to other tribes, the fox tribe is simply a palace located in a slum.

Mo Xi guessed according to this era, at least he came and went to the fox tribe for various reasons to eat and live, and he never stopped.

The foxes were also happy to show them the delicacy of their tribe, and in the era of all kinds of etiquette, the orcs who came to the fox tribe did not need to be entertained by the foxes at all, and took care of themselves in the houses that were allowed to enter and exit without any trade, and served food with food.

Items that can often be used for dress-up are the most popular among foxes.

Yan Chao was very embarrassed about this, and with ink, he introduced her to the fox tribe at length.

Mo Xi followed silently, lacking interest in everything around him.

After walking for a long time, Yan Chao, who was still in various situations, finally realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look at Mo Xi: "Why don't you sigh?" ”

"......" Mo Xi looked dazed, "sigh what?" ”

Yan Chao choked, "Don't you think our tribe is particularly good?" ”

Is it because he is too young to know how to appreciate it?

Mo Xi thought so, and looked serious, "Well, it's a special show." ”

Yan Chao: "......"

"Isn't it pretty?"

"Hmm."

"......" is so dishonest!

Yan Chao, as an adult orc, couldn't get angry at such a little thing as Mo Xi, so he could only ask again: "What's wrong?" ”

Compare with the Tiger Tribe? There is no comparison at all!

Yan Chao didn't believe that Mo Xi could really say a flower.

Mo Xi glanced at the Tianxiu building in front of him, and only said two words, "Fanny." ”

“？？？” Yan Chao was very skeptical, "Are you describing architecture?" ”

Mo Xi has not been involved in architecture, but because of her former identity, she has seen a lot, and she has to learn a little bit in all aspects at the beginning, and she knows a lot about architecture, and her level of third-rate architectural designer is still there.

"Pen and paper, I'll draw you an architectural drawing."

Yan Chao was suspicious, and asked someone to bring a pen and paper, Mo Xi just lay on the ground, studied the pen, and began to scribble on the rough leaf paper.

According to the materials currently available in this plane, Moxi was quickly painted.

Yan Chao was confused when she got the paper, and she couldn't see what she was drawing at all, but with her explanation, that little bit of playing psychology suddenly disappeared, and she was replaced by a stunned face.

Mo Xi used the most easy-to-understand words, there is no half of the professional term, Yan Chao is smart, although he has not known much in terms of vision, but he still understands Mo Xi's words, but his heart is more incredible.

Is this a child?

Yan Chao's feet moved slightly, changed his direction and strode to find the place where the architect of the fox tribe was.

Moxi: "......"

When you leave, shouldn't you pay attention to who else is around?

After weighing the unreality of his little arms and legs catching up with him, Mo Xi gave up directly, found a stone that could be used as a chair, and lay down next to him.

The weather was just right, and it was nearly dusk, and the sun shining on Mo Xi made her a little drowsy.

I suddenly remembered the age of my body, which was about the same as that of a human being three or four years old, and I didn't know if it was the psychological effect of thinking like this, and I felt even more sleepy.

Half-squinting to rest, suddenly felt someone approaching, wanted to open his eyes, but his brain was controlled by sleep.