kiss the beast world

Chapter 261 How Can I Make Trouble Without Reason
A flower with money is a divine flower!
Since it is impossible to appear in the Beast World Continent, then it is a god, just like my sister, it came from the world of gods.

The cognition of teenagers is simple, superficial and well-founded.

So I think that's the fact.

"Is there nothing else..."

Lang Ye murmured to himself, his tone was a little bit disappointed, a little bit unwilling, I don't know if it was because Wen Yue couldn't find anything that Wen Yue liked in the huge Beast God Continent, or because of something else...

After half a sound.

Wolf North will see enough.

I also appreciate the majestic, cold and arrogant patriarch who is usually majestic and arrogant, and the dazed embarrassment that is rare in a thousand years.

Decided to show mercy and tell him the answer he wanted, as to whether he could stand it, it was up to him.

"Sister-in-law"

Move your feet tentatively.

"..."

Lang Ye put his hands behind his back, stood facing the wind and stared into the distance, his handsome brows were furrowed, his face was full of sorrow, lonely, and the dull aura lingered layer upon layer on his tall and tall body.

"Sister-in-law"

Try to go a step further.

"..."

Wolf Ye remained silent.

"Brother-in-law, I remembered what my sister likes, and what can I do to make my sister happy?"

"Well, what?"

Lang Ye finally reacted when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at him.

"It is said to be a baby called a washboard!"

Lang Bei's face was full of seriousness, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Washboard?"

Lang Ye eased his brows slightly, and turned around: "What is this, what does it look like, and where is it?"

Washboard, never heard of it.

Langbei pursed his mouth and spread his hands: "I don't know."

"Ok?"

Langye glanced over with a cold look.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, don't be angry, that's not what I mean, let's talk it out, talk it out!"

"I really don't know what a washboard baby is, and I don't know where it grows, but I know it can be made by hand, and I know what it looks like and what it is made of."

Langbei's tone was full of sincerity, coupled with his eagerness to try, his expression clearly wanted to have a kick, no, a trick.

"You know what to do?"

Lang Ye suspiciously glanced at the unreliable little body beside him, this guy with a weak brain, is he sure he can do it?
"Okay, okay! Of course!"

"Let me tell you, brother-in-law, don't underestimate me. Back then, I was"

"Get down to business" Lang Ye interrupted in a cold voice, if he was asked to continue, he would not be able to finish talking for three days and three nights.

Langbei glanced at him to stop himself, and said to the assertor of great achievements: "The washboard is made of wood, and it looks like this."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down and picked up a dead branch on the ground, and sketched the image in his mind that Wen Yue had only drawn for him once on the soil.

With his lifelike washboard painting, it takes less than a moment to appear.

On the hillside of the breeding mountain, there was the sound of trees breaking and falling, and the sound of wood being flattened, polished, and engraved...

I was so shocked that countless birds in the jungle that had just returned from foraging and were about to rest and eat fled around...

The little beasts in the breeding circle stopped their food grabbing actions one after another, covered their heads and bumped into each other...

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Within the Southern Wolf Clan.

At this time, Wen Yue, with the four little children, Shi Shi ran towards the direction of the clan, but when she passed a certain corner, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw something familiar, and her footsteps stopped.

After standing silently for two seconds, Chang Jie trembled, and the direction of her steps deviated, which seemed to be inconsistent with the original route.

Seeing him, the four little children who followed closely behind looked at each other, and then nodded in unison: wait in place.

As Wen Yue's footsteps approached, the people of several tribes who were busy with their work raised their heads when they heard the sound, and when they saw her, they put down their tools and stood up.

Respectfully shouted: "Mrs. Patriarch"

"Mrs. Patriarch"

"Mrs. Patriarch"

Looking at the people in front of them whose legs were shaking and their foreheads were sweating non-stop, Wen Yue said helplessly, "You don't have to be afraid, repair or reorganize, you still have to use it in the end, you are doing the right thing."

That's right, the object that stopped Wen Yue in front of her was the textile machine.

Standing firmly in front of her, it has been almost reorganized and restored to its original weaving machine.

The people in front of them were working hard with tools just now, checking carefully.

Everyone is working hard to live a better life in the future, so how could she make trouble unreasonably and vent her anger on the loom.

A few days ago, the little patriarch was hurt by it because she was protecting herself. She was really angry and hated. She didn't want to get close to this loom anymore, and wished she could dismantle it and burn it as firewood.

But as the little patriarch's injury gradually healed over time, the hatred in her heart also began to turn into a different kind of motivation.

Those who hurt my heart need you to work until they fall apart!
"Yes, ma'am"

"Yes, ma'am"

"..."

After hearing what Wen Yue said, several people finally let go of their anxiety, their legs stopped shaking, and the cold sweat on their foreheads slowed down by half.

Who knows, on that dark and windy night.

The patriarch, Wolf Night, suddenly appeared like a ghost in front of the dining table where the three veteran carpenters gathered together. At that moment, they almost didn't scare them to death.

They still short-circuited their brains, thinking that the patriarch was here to eat and eat at night, and they all greeted him warmly for dinner with trembling voices.

Unexpectedly, he said with a cold face: You three will start repairing the textile machine tomorrow, and don't go anywhere until it is repaired!
After finishing speaking, he strode away without looking back.

Those words frightened them. They just pulled off the chicken leg that hadn't been bitten twice, and they didn't react when it fell to the ground.

Surprised.

Afraid to return to fear.

There is still work to be done!

The next day, the three carpenter brothers held their tools with mournful faces, and started silently in front of a pile of loom corpses.

In the past few days, the three of them have been repairing the textile machine with trepidation every day, afraid that Wen Yue will suddenly visit and say:
Who told you to repair it, didn't you know it hurt your patriarch!

Fortunately, Wen Yuelai came, but he didn't say that, otherwise, they didn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, the three carpenters tilted their heads to look at each other, and the meanings in their eyes were the same:
A goddess is a goddess, distinguish right from wrong!
A lady is a lady, gentle and sensible!
Wenyue is Wenyue, kind and generous!
No one can match, no one can compare!
"Do you know, where did your patriarch go?"

Wen Yuexiu frowned slightly, a little sad, walked forward slowly, and gently stretched out her jade hand to caress a certain part of the textile machine.

Here, Longqing wooden nails were once installed.

The memory in my mind began to restart...

"The patriarch went to Yangyang Mountain. I saw it when I went out this morning." One of the three carpenters answered after recalling for a moment.

Speaking of which, the carpenter wanted to greet Wolf Ye this morning when he saw him.

Unexpectedly, Lang Ye was walking like flying with a gloomy face early in the morning, and before the words of clan fell from his mouth, there was no sign of him.

"Creating mountains?" Wen Yue murmured.

Come to think of it, domestication should be on the agenda.

"Yes, ma'am"

"Then have you ever seen who he went with?"

"No, I only saw the patriarch at that time." The carpenter didn't need to recall at all, he only saw Lang Ye passing by at that time, and his memory was especially fresh.

(End of this chapter)