Five more days of busyness.

February 1, the first day of spring.

The sunny weather finally changed, and the sky was covered with black clouds since the early hours of last night, and the earth seemed to be covered in a black shell, and it was groggy and couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

A total of eight days of refugees poured in, and the orcs outside the spirit array were about to form the scale of a super tribe.

Since the arrival of the first batch of refugees, there have been more and more refugees in the back, gathering more than 40,000 in less than 10 days.

The increase in orcs made Han Shuang's pressure double, and the decoction and food became nervous.

Meat has long been eaten, and now there is no meat supply and can only rely on vegetarian food.

Han Shuang hovers in the endless cycle of herbs, rice, and vegetables every day.

She's as busy as a spinning top.

As soon as the herbs in the field were collected by the tribesmen, she began to grow rice.

Next to her, Xiao stood tall in black, his beautiful eyes full of distress.

Han Shuang has been spawning plants for several days in a row, and now her whole body has become haggard, her cold face is full of exhaustion, and her spirit is also very sluggish.

Looking at Han Shuang like this, he was so distressed that he wanted to kill those orcs who were in distress, and if he died, he didn't need food and medicinal materials.

As soon as his terrifying thoughts came out, he was restrained by Han Shuang: "What's wrong with you, why are you suddenly so strong in killing intent?" ”

Han Shuang looked up at him while giving birth to rice, the black clothes he was wearing today were the new color that Madara had just dyed, it was charcoal black.

Xiao withdrew his eyes full of killing intent from outside the spirit array, and squatted down, his eyes disappeared when he looked at Han Shuang:

"I've got something, I'm in pain here."

As he spoke, he pointed to the location of his heart, and his gaze became pleading:

"Leave those orcs alone, stop and rest for a day, okay?"

The begging in his voice suffocated Han Shuang's heart.

This confident and arrogant man would have such a time to beg for mercy.

Stopping the wood aura in her hand, she turned sideways slightly, then reached out to hold Xiao's demon handsome face and said, "Okay, we'll go back to rest after this batch of rice is born." ”

After that, she rubbed Xiao's handsome face before continuing to produce rice.

She didn't want to rest, but she still softened when she saw those poor refugees, especially those children, which made her involuntarily think of her childhood.

Without relatives and support, the helplessness and hesitation that arise from the heart can easily make people feel inferior and cowardly.

After collecting her thoughts, she concentrated on giving birth to rice, but Han Han suddenly said in her knowledge: "You can't help them like this, when you are always exhausted, what should you do if there are refugees in the future?" ”

She was single-minded, and while giving birth to rice, she replied to Han Han with her thoughts: "I also plan to talk to you about this matter, now there are no less than 40,000 orcs gathered outside the spirit array, how about I merge them all into the Light Tribe?" ”

"You're not crazy, are you?" Han Han was shocked: "Can you feed them all at once?" ”

Han Shuang raised her eyebrows: "Who said that I want to raise them myself, I just need to teach them techniques if they have hands and feet." ”

Then she changed the subject:

"I want to create an immortal gate, what do you think?"

"Xianmen!!" Han Han was even more shocked: "Didn't you have a cerebral hemorrhage?" ”

Han Han really can't understand her master, isn't she obscene and developing, and she is dedicated to salted fish? Why is he suddenly so self-motivated, there must be something wrong with his brain.

Hanhan's poisonous tongue was replied by Han Shuang: "You have a cerebral hemorrhage, I had this idea on the day of the flood, the current geographical location of the tribe is too low, if you don't change to the top of the mountain, it will be flooded every year, since you want to change it this time, it will be in place at one time, and I will develop a wool yarn obscenely if there is cement." ”