I'm struggling to survive in the game of cultivation

Chapter 270 270. Practice Carving
"My talent is not bad, I succeeded five times."

Self-proclaimed, arrogant like her.

Xiao Mumu lying on the bed squinted at the ugly wooden figure in her hand.

ugly...

Fortunately, I was not carved by her.

Nan Sixue called Haitao to test his body.

Haitao came to try the "skin" excitedly, but when he saw what the "new skin" looked like, he just wanted to run away.

Unmoving limbs, a face without facial features, and a cylindrical figure.

At this moment, he felt that the water tank was such an easy-to-use skin.

"Why are you standing still, go in and see if you can move."

Haitao patted himself on the head: "Sister Nan, I have an appointment with Aunt Li to plow the land, it will be too late if I don't leave, I will leave first and come back later!" He ran faster than the wind.

"Hey!"

Cut, don't you want to be so disgusted.

She compared the things she carved with the bed.

"hiss……"

Throw away the ugly things in your hands.

"It can't be compared, the master has practiced for hundreds of years, and I have only practiced for an hour. It is definitely not comparable."

After comforting herself, she thought of Hong Man Tian Xing again.

Poor Hong Xingping was forgotten after she threw it in the storage ring.

A potted flower can hold the soul, but can a leaf also hold it?
She was thinking, Nanling came in with chicken soup, curious: "Xiaoxue, what happened to that child Haitao running so fast just now?"

"Who knows, I'm probably rushing to take a shit."

"How can you say such vulgar words!"

She stuck out her tongue playfully, took the chicken soup and drank it.

Nan Ling noticed the wood on the ground just now, does the girl like to play with puppets?

She doesn't understand puppetry, but she knows that puppets are not necessarily puppets, they can be other things or even living things.

"Xiaoxue, did you carve this?" She picked up the cylindrical wood carving and looked around.

There is no carving knife in the room, Nan Sixue would not use his ability to carve it out by himself.

"No, it was carved by Chenfeng." The pot was shaken so that his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"Xiao Chen is so poor at carving?"

"Ah...he hasn't carved it yet, isn't he driven away by my brother?"

"Oh, it's all my fault..."

"Mom, let's not talk about those unhappy things, the soup is finished, I want to sleep for a while."

"Okay, you have a good rest."

Nan Ling took the soup bowl away and closed the door behind her.

As soon as my mother left, she floated out of the window and into the forest to pick up wood and flowers.

Without the magic weapon of space by her side, she couldn't pick up much material. She only picked up a piece of wood as thick as an arm's length and a big red flower with leaves.

She floated back to the Sky Supporting Tree with a big log on her back, and many people saw her.

Nanfeng ran upstairs and downstairs to see what his sister wanted to do.

Jiang Fengjue stood on the tree platform in his room, squinting his eyes to guess what his sister wanted to do.

The orcs on the island talked:

"Your Majesty's injury healed so quickly? Didn't you mean to rest for three months?"

"Seeing that she can carry such a big log, you will know that the injury is healed."

"Wood with red flowers, what does your highness want to do? Grafting?"

Nan Sixue returned to her room.

Knock, knock, the door was knocked.

"Sister, open the door, the second brother is coming to see you."

Not afraid of the south wind, she readily let him in.

"Second brother, what's the matter?"

"What's the fun? The second brother will accompany you." Rubbing his palms.

"Carve, play?"

"Huh? Playing art?" He is also a handicapped party.

"If the second brother wants to accompany me, then help my younger sister to bring some big logs back." She put her face in her left hand and tilted her head, instead of clasping her hands together, please.

(End of this chapter)