Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Two days later, Master Niu’s countryside was completely decorated inside and out.

Of course, this is what Mr. Niu and the poor old people like Zixiao think.

If we were in a modern dimension and asked any office worker to come and meow for a few times, Mr. Niu, who was very proud at this time, would definitely spray saliva all over his face.

There is not even a layer of white ash on the walls, let alone paint, just a layer of wallpaper to fool people: bad review.

On the ground, not to mention all kinds of high-end floors, there are not even floor tiles that are already smelly on the street. The only thing is a relatively flat cement floor.

This is Master Niu, and he has invited the Supreme Elder who is the best at making weapons in the sect.

Let him take action himself. This old man with a white beard of some age stuck out his butt and repaired it bit by bit with the flying sword in his hand.

There are no suspended ceilings in the room, and there are no such things. Simple and convenient kitchen and bathroom equipment, such things are unthinkable.

In short, Mr. Niu just put some wallpaper on a two-story rough house and installed a water tower on the roof to create a shabby tap water system.

In addition, there is basic lighting, which is enough to live together.

Such a poor living environment is naturally shabby in the modern plane; but in the eyes of a veteran of the Zixiao sect, it is simply luxurious and heartbreaking...

Mr. Niu has just built a simple camp bed in his room.

I was still thinking about getting some wood and what kind of furniture I needed to make to make the empty room in front of me more fulfilling.

The second-generation head Shang Tuo appeared outside the open door with a sneaky look on his face.

After seeing that there were no outsiders in the room, the old man said with a shy face: Young disciple of Netherworld, come and let us take a step to talk.

Master Shangtuo, how about we talk here! There are no outsiders here. Master Niu suggested.

After several days in a row, Mr. Niu finally remembered their respective names during the exchanges with these old guys. As for calling them, adding Master to the end of their names will always not give them the name. wrong.

After laughing a few times, Shang Tuo said:

Young disciple of Netherworld, do you have any materials like cement? If you have any questions, please lend me some help. I will return it to you after my share of resources is allocated.

In fact, before the old guy opened his mouth, Mr. Niu had basically guessed what his purpose was in finding him.

In this regard, Mr. Niu has already had a plan.

Therefore, he answered without thinking: Master Shangtuo, that is really unfortunate; the little cement I have has actually been used up a long time ago.

In fact, in Mr. Niu's portable space, the amount of cement is not much.

However, it is still barely enough to continue to build a dozen or so rural villas; in addition, for the production of soil and cement, as the founder of the Luo Lei Empire's large-scale industrial plan.

Making some soil and cement is not too simple.

The reason why this guy decisively refused was not because he was reluctant to part with the cement.

It's because if one person owns a house in the countryside, how can Zixiao, a fairy lady, accept Master Niu's invitation to live in a small building with him.

You know, Mr. Niu had reserved the most luxuriously decorated second floor for the fairy lady long ago...

Looking at the second-generation leader Shang Tuo, this old man might be a thousand years old.

After being rejected at this time, he had a lonely expression on his face; inexplicably, Mr. Niu felt a little intolerable.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to give up the fairy lady's move-in plan and take out the cement; but Mr. Niu still has some ways to deal with this matter.

He proposed in a low voice to the second-generation leader Shang Tuo:

Master Shangtuo, the cement is indeed gone, but boy, I still have some skills in building wooden houses. In a few days, I can help you build some wooden houses. Even if they are not as good as the wooden houses of Shengongmen, I can still get in. Be more comfortable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the loneliness on Shang Tuo's face disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The lonely expression on this old guy's smiling old face was as if it had never existed at all.

He patted Mr. Niu on the shoulder and praised him in an extremely pleased tone: I knew you had a way. If it works, I'll do as you say.

After saying that, the old guy hurriedly ran towards the other side of the field.

Soon, Mr. Niu heard a powerful voice that echoed repeatedly in the valley:

You little bastards, stop drooling over this house; hurry up and follow me to the mountains to cut down some wood. In two days, the good disciples of Netherworld will build wooden houses for everyone, and everyone will have a share.

Listening to the noisy sound outside the room.

For some unknown reason, Mr. Niu felt a rare sense of relief in his heart.

I couldn't help but think to myself: Actually, the gods in this world are not as unbearable as I thought before; at least the gods from the human race, the Zixiao sect, are still very humane...

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After hastily tidying up the room, Mr. Niu wandered around his home with great satisfaction.

First of all, this guy climbed to the second floor again. Before this entire floor was built, Mr. Niu deliberately prepared it for Zhenren Zixiao.

Therefore, not only does it have a large balcony, but the layout is also as good as possible.

Among them, in Mr. Niu's personal space, there is only one luxurious bed and a set of modern furniture, all of which are arranged here.

After all, no matter how well prepared Mr. Niu was, he never thought of preparing multiple sets of such a thing.

In addition, this product is still on the second floor, and some household appliances are prepared as much as possible. The power for all these is provided by a complete set of solar power panels on the roof.

It can be said that in the Kingdom of God, it is definitely a scorpion's shit and the only thing.

This guy was walking around carefully on the second floor, imagining how happy the fairy lady Zixiao would be when she moved in here; she was countless times happier than when she moved in herself.

Moreover, maybe one day I will move in.

Thinking of that beautiful day, Mr. Niu suddenly laughed like a pig...

But soon, Mr. Niu thought of a somewhat overlooked issue: It seemed that Xiao Fan's cheap apprentice had also moved in with him; wasn't this a huge, extremely shiny light bulb?

So, Mr. Niu walked downstairs and came outside Xiao Fan's room.

It was obvious that Xiao Fan, who came from an ordinary family, had never lived in such a high-end house.

Therefore, with endless surprises in his heart, he made his room as beautiful and comfortable as possible. When Mr. Niu stood at the door, he could see a lot of beautiful flowers inserted in many beer bottles. and wine jar.

The little kid with a face full of excitement was completely unaware of the evil thoughts in his master's mind.

After coughing twice, Mr. Niu successfully attracted Xiao Fan's attention.

Then came the news that made him collapse: Disciple Xiao Fan, my master, I thought about it for a moment. You are now an adult. Naturally, you can no longer hide under my master's wings. That will not be conducive to your future growth.

So, you go and follow Master Shangtuo and the others to prepare some wood. In two days, the master will help you build a wooden house. You can also move out and experience the wind and rain, and then you can thrive.

In an instant, Xiao Fan cried out: Master Netherworld, I am still a child now...