"Beauty and the Beast" is an opera that has been modified by Luo.

It can be said that in the true sense, the people of Mingjing City have realized what is called sorrow and sorrow, what is painful and happy.

The effect of this wave of opera performance is how good.

I don't need to say more.

In those three days, many other people in the city pool deliberately rushed to see the opera.

After the audience returned to their respective cities.

Taking these audiences as the source, there is no doubt that it can further expand the influence of this opera.

As the culprit, Luo Ji has been a smile in recent days.

It is no exaggeration to say that the girls of Der Spiegel City, when they saw the werewolves occasionally, looked at them in the past and felt that they were looking very eye-catching.

Even some of the great men, the attitude towards the wolf has become much more friendly.

Obviously, the intimacy of the Terran to the wolf has been quite intuitive and improved a little, reaching five points.

However, Luo Ji knows that this is only the beginning.

Wait until his Spiegel Opera Troupe, after completing a tour in the entire Wanxiang civilization.

That is when the effect reaches its peak.

In other words, this intimacy has the possibility of going up again.

At that time, it is possible to increase to six.

Even rising to seven o'clock, it is not entirely impossible to reach the level of 'intimacy'.

For some other orc races, even the influence of the goblin race just joined in is definitely there.

After all, for the people of the human race.

They can now distinguish between the difference between the orcs and the goblins.

In their view, they are all aliens.

And Luo Ji this opera wants to convey the concept.

It is impossible to take people by appearance, and the orcs and goblins are the same.

After that, their Hakkas' perceptions of other orc races and goblins may not be as strong as the wolves.

However, Luo Ji is wondering how he can improve his intimacy.

Now, he only needs to wait for the effect of this opera, and continue to ferment in his own civilization.

In this way, after the harvest day holiday for the people of Der Spiegel, it was a painful and happy harvest day holiday, and a whole Wanxiang civilization quickly re-entered the rapid development.

Renovation of water conservancy projects, Qingshui City project, expansion of the three city walls on the grasslands and expansion of the territory, the construction of various city pools and the construction of the Grand Opera House.

It can be said that it goes hand in hand.

Luo Ji almost mobilized all the craftsmen and engineers in the Terran and Goblin.

Even the orc tribe.

He also dispatched many orcs to help dig the river.

It can be said that it does not waste any bit of labor.

In addition to these territorial construction projects.

Luo Ji also sent two expedition teams to the west to conduct exploration.

The fresh water resources within his territory, although temporarily able to cope with the construction of water conservancy projects.

But just in case, he still has to find a new source of water.

At the same time, look for the indigenous tribes.

After the discovery, it was just ready to be compiled.

As the territory expands, the man’s hand becomes a little nervous.

His 10,000-day civilization, whose population has skyrocketed, has suddenly begun to lack manpower...

It can only be said that his Wanxiang civilization has once again entered the snowball state.

The snowball is getting bigger and bigger, and the manpower consumed and needed will naturally become bigger and bigger.

And just when Luo Ji was busy and faint.

He Liang and Xiao Ye did not hold their wedding.

However, Luo Ji did not go to participate.

After all, this kind of thing is different from watching an opera.

In the opera house, everyone just closes their mouth and looks at the performance on the stage.

But getting married is a joyful thing.

He was sitting as an emperor there.

Everyone's subconscious nervousness.

How is the atmosphere active?

In this way, it is better for him not to get in the way.

Anyway, the wedding gift was sent before it was long ago.

At the same time, another place in the city of Der Spiegel.

Just finished the busy work during the harvest day.

The owner of the chicken farm slaughtered a few chickens and laid out a few tables of quite rich meals to help the employees in their fields.

After simply saying a few words, the chicken farm owner glanced at the dinner table with a strange look.

Then I asked an old employee next to me...

"What about Lao Yang? Why didn't he come today?"

The old employees who were questioned were obviously not clear about this.

Instead, an employee sitting on the other side raised his hand...

"Boss, Lao Yang, he seems to have got a small cold, sleep at home."

"Have a cold?"

The owner of the chicken farm who heard the news stunned.

Then open again...

"That old Zhao, I will find a box for you. You bring a bowl of chicken soup to Lao Yang, so that he can make up for it."

"Get it!"

The old Zhao who heard this should make a sound.

"Okay, everyone moves chopsticks."

Lao Yang’s illness made them a little surprised.

However, no one went to the heart.

Today's Wanxiang civilization has long since departed from a time when it was easy to die.

According to their thoughts, with the body of Lao Yang, a little cold, it is estimated that it will be better to sleep.

After a meal, after a few days of chicken farms, this afternoon is a break.

Lao Zhao came to the residence of Lao Yang with a wooden box containing a bowl of chicken soup.

"Hey."

Gently knocked on the door, there was no movement in the room.

Old Zhao was strange in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ Then he moved the mover and went to the window and shouted...

"Old Yang! Lao Yang?! You are not in the house! I am bringing you food!"

Lao Zhao stood outside the window and screamed a few times, and finally there was some movement in the house.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

With a rush of coughing sounds, Lao Yang sounded in the house with a hoarse voice...

"Old Zhao?"

"Yes, it is me!"

"Cough! You wait, I sleep, and this will open up to open the door for you."

When the door opened, Lao Zhao walked into the house and placed the lunch box with the chicken soup on the table.

"Hey, the chicken soup brought to you may be a little cold, and you should drink it hot."

"Thank, cough! Cough and cough..."

The words of thank you only said half, and a sudden cough forced the interruption of Lao Yang’s words.

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking? We have known each other for so many years. Compared with this, Lao Yang seems to be very ill?!"

I saw the old Yang sitting there at the moment, the lips were obviously white, but the whole face was carrying a nearly sick redness.

Coupled with the violent coughing sound, Lao Zhao was in a tight heart.

I quickly walked a few steps forward and reached out to touch Yang’s forehead.

"It's hot! You have a high fever!"

This is obviously not the level of a small cold.

The old Zhao who had a worried color on his face made a sudden opening...

"Go! Put on the coat, I will take you to the hospital!"

Old Yang, who heard this, nodded weakly.

He now only feels that he is weak and has a splitting headache.

This sleeps, the condition is not completely improved.

Now, he is really no strength.