"Tricky? Humph."

Rope snorted contemptuously, then turned and walked forward.

"Then consider it because of your face."

"You are here again..."

Jibril thought that Rope was teasing her, because in her impression, how could the spirit seed born of the spirit be moved by the false appearance.

But the truth is that Rope is telling the truth.

From the beginning until now, he has not concealed that he is the essence of face control and role control-look at the girls he has been close to, which one is the unknown?

"You can think that the journey with me is the price. Take your wings and roll back to Abant Heim."

After the storm disappeared, Jibril watched quietly as the black-haired young man's back was covered by the blizzard.

This is the only spirit species she has had two close communication and deep cognition apart from Artesiu.

A little...it broke Jibril's inherent impression.

To say something disrespectful, maybe compared with the "boring old man" Artesio on the throne, Jibril thinks Rope is more interesting.

"What will it be like next time I meet..."

Raising the wings, surrounded by the power of the elves, Jibril returned to Abant Heim with satisfaction.

Chapter 67: Absolutely praised the white silk beast ear witch

Cloudy day.

It seems that every day in this world is like this.

The fine sunlight spilled from the thick clouds, coating the green jungle with a brilliant gold. The soft wind rustled the leaves, as if out of the shadow of war and came to a paradise.

Rope sat in the corridor of the backyard of the shrine, leaning against the log pillars in a daze.

A few days after coming to the so-called "orc empire," the God of Disaster found that it seemed a bit different from what he had imagined.

He knew that the life of the orcs was unsatisfactory, but Rope did not expect that even with the help of the forest species and the nightmare species, the orcs would still not get rid of the grade of the "primitive tribe", at most in terms of buildings and food. The improvement, other progress is very slow.

For example, the daily friction of different kinds of culture, class, orcs...

I wanted to see the paradise, but what was placed in front of Rope was the daily life of the orc tribe in Warcraft, which was quite disappointing.

Of course, there are still beast ear girls, but in this difficult environment, most of the orc women are a little yellow and thin, which is completely inconsistent with Rope's tricky aesthetics. After all, before the help of Nightmare and Forest Species, the food rations of tribal women should of course be distributed to orc males, so that they can have the strength to hunt.

Orc farming technology is extremely bad, and it used to be more difficult in terms of food than human farming.

"Master Rope, I made you laugh."

A fragrant wind hit, and two soft foxtails hung beside Luo Pei.

Yu Wuhuan's reddish cheeks were flattering, and he arranged his slightly messy clothes, carefully knelt down on the side of the **** of disaster, and served him.

"With the assistance of the adults of the Nightmare Seed and the Forest Essence, the orc species still looks like this...Is the ring embarrassing you and Lord Fanlou?"

Luo Pei smiled and hugged the fox ear lady who had already tasted it.

"I'm not the kind of **** who "If I don’t sleep, I ask my servants not to sleep." There is a gap between races and races. You can make the stray orc species agree with your "rules" in a short period of time. ", it's already amazing. "

"...This is also because of your name and the deterrence of force."

Yu Wuhuan smiled bitterly.

"Under the high pressure of pure violence, they can't and dared to resist, so my governance is so easy... even some stubborn old antiques scolded me behind my back for betraying the orc species as a slave in exchange for a dominant position."

"Isn't it enough for those guys to kill it?"

"Extremely sorry, Lord Rope." Yu Wuhuan twisted her clothes corners: "If possible, I really don't want to kill any orc species by myself..."

The death of the tribe compatriots, Yu Wuhuan had seen too much before.

Starved to death, poisoned by the corpse, slaughtered by other higher species while hunting, fighting for survival resources...

This young fox ear lady who took up the post of the "witch" has seen too many orcs die, so after gaining shelter and the gift of the **** of disaster, she sincerely hopes that the orcs will no longer die for the above reasons.

"Then, you can only have a headache yourself." Rope looked at the sky: "I will be responsible for the materials, and you can ask for technology from Fanlou, but your race's internal affairs are not easy to intervene whether it is a nightmare species or a forest species. ... During the war, they had no time to deal with these trivial matters."

"This is your own responsibility, how dare you trouble the great you and the adults of all races any more."

"Remember to do a good job of refuge in the war. Although I have said hello to Fanlou to take care of you, but that loli is currently indulging in deducing the answer with new thinking, and there may be something wrong."

"Yes."

Yu Wuhuan raised his head and looked at the handsome side face of the black-haired young man, with a slight sweetness in his heart.

Such a gentle god, such an intoxicating scenery.

There is no love experience, and it is natural that the fox ears, who are dominated by racial housekeeping and governance, cannot resist.

Although the identities of the two were quite different, Yu Wuhuan still quietly watched Luo Pei from the eyes of her spouse-even if she didn't even dare to say anything.

With his tail wagging, Yu Wuhuan asked in a pleasing tone.

"Master Rope, Huan has selected a few girls with pretty good looks, if you want..."

"No, next time."

Luo Pei took the juice next to him and took a sip.

"The first fleet has been out for several days, but the whole world is calm. The giants and goblins plus Okan are probably doing some small tricks. It is not good to continue to wander and play. I have to add to the "war". A fire made them no longer be the gophers that huddled up. "

"Oh……"

Yu Wuhuan nodded seemingly.

What Ropey said, no matter what it was, they were very far away from her.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No... well, wait."

Rope opened his palm, and the power of the spirit seed blurred the boundary between illusion and reality.

Slowly, a white and red orthodox witch costume with extremely fine workmanship appeared in his palm, along with a pair of white ceramic stockings.

——Baisi Beast Ear Mother double crit!