From time to time, the man turned around, which made her scream again and again, and whenever she hugged the man's back tightly in fright, she heard the man laugh loudly, and the fresh experience made Fuyu's cheeks secretly red.

After the initial freshness and excitement, several women have gradually adapted to the way the long-armed people are in a hurry, and even the most timid rabbit girl can now be put down, her legs no longer tremble, but calmly prepare food.

The human race, no matter what stage it is, is indeed an expert in adapting to the environment. Even orcs who have not yet evolved into fully human beings are able to handle their new environment with composure in just a few days.

Seeing the changes in these extravagant corpse women, Mo Xiaoyou couldn't help but secretly compare the races in the demon world that had never migrated for thousands of years, and sighed secretly in his heart.

However, she quickly let go of this emotion - after all, it was something that the mother stone and their class should consider, she was a low-level demon, so she had to think about how to complete the task.

Based on her observations these days, this little Lingyu is indeed very obsessed with love, and she has to think of a way to make her interested in cultivation......

"Fuyu, how are you feeling?" Just do it when you think of it, and the ink demon asks about the mood of the object of his task.

"What is God asking?"

For the ink demon, Fu Yu still has a trace of awe from the bottom of her heart, after all, whether it is the miracle she showed in the extravagant corpse tribe, or the advice given to him by the young patriarch when he tested himself later, it all proves the ability of this god.

"Are you still thinking about that?"

"I don't know, it's just that in the past two days with the young patriarch, I have a lot less time to think about it." Fuyu thought carefully before saying. However, the ink demon smelled an unusual aura in it......

"You mean, you're thinking about that young patriarch most of the time now?"

“…… Be. The young patriarch is very good to me......" Fu Yu herself didn't notice it, and when she answered Mo Xiaoyou's question, there was a faint joy in her tone.

"God, the young patriarch and Luo are really different, Luo has never hugged me so tightly, and has never jumped up and down on the branches to make me happy, and has never put on animal skins for me when the wind rises......"

Listening to Fuyu count the special features of this young patriarch to her one by one, Mo Xiaoyou secretly rolled her eyes, this little Lingyu seemed to be in love again......

It's just that she has a good impression of people a lot, what does the young patriarch think?

"Yu, our flint is lost, can you help light the firewood?"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. The young patriarch of the long-armed clan didn't know when he was already standing in front of Fuyu, holding a pile of dry firewood and dried velvet in one hand, and his ordinary eyes were full of expectation.

"Make a fire?" Fuyu was stunned for a moment, and then understood what the other party meant, but how can she make a fire as an aquarium? In the past, in the tribe, she had seen the men of the tribe digging wood to make fire, but she was not allowed to touch the holy flame as a woman......

Her helplessness looked in the eyes of the young patriarch opposite, but he didn't have the slightest intention of backing down. In the past few days, he personally took this fish girl on the way, and he didn't find that the other party was different from other women, could it be that they were fooled? Was that day just a coincidence?

If it's a coincidence, that's too bad.