There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

In the early morning, Qinglan slowly opened her eyes and looked outside the cave.

The little puppet never came back, but the voice of "Xi Xi Shu Suo" outside the cave entrance indicated that the little puppet had been outside the cave and had not gone far.

Qinglan got up, packed her backpack, and facing the slightly warm starlight, she bent down and walked out of the cave.

The little puppet was next to a stone not far from the cave, with its back to Qinglan, its head lowered as if it was doing delicate work.

Qinglan went over to take a look, and saw that there were many remains of leaves scattered beside the stone, and the stone was even dyed green.

The little puppet heard Qing Lan's footsteps and turned to look at Qing Lan.

I saw that the little puppet's originally cyan skin was now dyed mottled green, and even its hair was dyed green a few strands.

Seeing Qing Lan coming out, the little puppet immediately ran over happily, throwing herself into Qing Lan's arms.

"Qingqing~" The little puppet looked up at Qinglan, with bright eyes: "It's almost there, Qingqing wait for me~"

After speaking, the little puppet continued to return to the stone, picked up two strands of ground leaf fibers with his small hands, and put them on a piece of clothes that couldn't be seen in shape.

I saw the little puppet holding two slender plant fibers, two mechanical arms holding the ends of the plant fibers, and a pair of chubby hands flexibly weaving the plant fibers into the clothes.

Qing Lan stood watching from the side, the little puppet was covered with green juice, he brought a kind of wide leaf, the mesophyll of the leaf needs to be ground on the stone first, leaving the fiber in the leaf, and then The fibers are braided together and made into thick threads, which are then used to weave clothes.

It was the same voice last night and all night, Qinglan looked at the little puppet with even more gentle eyes, is this the same as throwing a wooden peach and repaying it with Qiongyao?

The little puppet finally made clothes bigger than himself, and excitedly ran to Qing Lan with the clothes in his arms.

"Qingqing~ I made you a piece of clothing, can you try it on?" The little puppet looked at Qinglan anxiously.

Looking at such a sincere look, how could Qinglan refuse!

Qinglan put down her backpack and shook the little puppet's shapeless clothes a few times, causing leaves to fall to the ground.

Qinglan looked at the four holes on the straight tube, and couldn't easily tell which one was the neckline and which one was the cuff ring.

Qing Lan struggled to put on the clothes that looked like a high-necked vest, the little puppet watched Qing Lan put on the clothes she made, and clapped her hands happily.

Qing Lan loosened the tight sleeves calmly, and was seen by the sharp-eyed little puppet, holding Qing Lan's hand that loosened the sleeves with a mechanical arm.

"Qingqing, you don't know, the world is dangerous, so many bad uncles can see your small breasts from there, it's better to tighten it up." The little puppet looked serious.

Qing Lan silently put down her hands, although the neckline was a little tight, but after all, it was the little puppet's kindness.

Qing Lan took out the wooden bucket filled with water from her backpack, and was about to bathe the little puppet, but was held down again by the little puppet.

"Qingqing~ You don't know, the world is dangerous, and it's time for the live broadcast, and I will be watched by the strange uncles." The little puppet put his hands on his chest.

"It was washed before." Qing Lan calmly stated the facts.

"I didn't have anyone I liked before, but now I do." The little puppet was very serious: "I want to protect my chastity for Qing Qing."

The barrel in Qinglan's hand almost slipped.The audience watching the live broadcast outside showed big aunt-like smiles: The child has grown up~

****cute dividing line****

Qinglan has entered the competition for ten days, Zhang Xiaomiao would go to the nutrition cabin where Qinglan is lying every day whenever she has time, to see if there is any unexpected situation.

BLUEWAR has a total of seven people participating in the survival competition this time, four of them have already declared failure, died in the competition, and then were carried out of the nutrition cabin with no life left.

Except for one who was still in a coma, the death insurance for the other three had already been obtained.

The nutrition cabins in the company were built more than ten years ago, they are old and in disrepair, and problems often occur.

Zhang Xiaomiao was very worried about Qinglan's situation, but because she had been busy with insurance matters recently, she didn't have time to watch the live broadcast, so she could only take a look at Qinglan's nutrition cabin.

As soon as Zhang Xiaomiao came out of the warehouse where the nutrition cabin was placed, he ran into Cheng Zhiyuan head-on.

Zhang Xiaomiao secretly called out bad luck, and immediately put a smile on his face: "Morning Director Cheng."

"What did you do?" Cheng Zhiyuan stared straight at Zhang Xiaomiao with his bloodshot eyes.

Zhang Xiaomiao clicked on his brain, with a natural expression: "It's almost nine o'clock, I'll see how the nutrition cabin is doing."

"It's time to take a look." Cheng Zhiyuan touched his greasy hair a few times, and asked suddenly: "Well, who, is his contract with you?"

"Who?" Zhang Xiaomiao pretended to be confused with understanding.

"Well, what are you talking about? Yes, Qinglan, do you have his contract?" Cheng Zhiyuan looked a little anxious, and Zhang Xiaomiao's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

"Oh, Qinglan's contract." Zhang Xiaomiao lowered his head and pretended to think about it, then raised his head and replied to Cheng Zhiyuan: "I just remembered, I don't own his contract, he holds it himself."

"Really?" Cheng Zhiyuan looked at Zhang Xiaomiao in disbelief, with an abusive expression on his face: "You kid, don't lie to me."

"How dare I lie to you, director." Zhang Xiaomiao said sincerely, "He seems to have relatives in the refugee area. He asked me for a contract, and he seemed to be showing it to his relatives in the refugee area."

"A relative?" Cheng Zhiyuan rolled his eyes, and grabbed Zhang Xiaomiao's shoulder: "Take me to his dormitory first."

Zhang Xiaomiao endured the pain in her shoulder, and put on a smiley face: "Okay, please go ahead, Director."

Zhang Xiaomiao opened Qinglan's dormitory with her administrator privileges, and Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't wait to rush into the small room, searching around roughly.

Zhang Xiaomiao swallowed, watched Cheng Zhiyuan rummage frantically, and remembered the contract on his desk, Qing Lan's contract.

"What are you doing standing there, help me find it!" Cheng Zhiyuan threw the pillow on Zhang Xiaomiao's face, his tone firm.

Zhang Xiaomiao reacted immediately, and helped Cheng Zhiyuan search through the small dormitory.

The two got nothing, Zhang Xiaomiao pretended to ask unintentionally: "Director, why did you suddenly think of looking for his contract?"

"That kid." Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes were dark: "He's going to be popular."

Zhang Xiaomiao shut her mouth wisely, and put on a regretful expression, but there was secret joy in her eyes.

Qinglan is going to be popular, there will definitely be better companies that will favor Qinglan and give Qinglan better treatment, but BLUEWAR, which has the worst conditions, facilities, and character in the industry, will definitely not be able to keep this cash cow.

"I didn't expect this kid to have such a skill." Cheng Zhiyuan frowned and looked around: "I underestimated him."

"How about we go to the refugee area?" Zhang Xiaomiao suggested: "He must have handed over the contract to his relatives in the refugee area."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked back at Zhang Xiaomiao unkindly: "The refugee area? Okay, let me go!"

Zhang Xiaomiao took a few steps back and lowered her head deeply: "I'm sorry, Director."

"I'm sorry for the fucking shit!" Cheng Zhiyuan stepped on the clean bed angrily, "Little bastard, you actually played tricks on me! Do you think I can't cure you without a contract?"

Looking at the furious Cheng Zhiyuan, Zhang Xiaomiao panicked.

The previous person like this was raped by Cheng Zhiyuan, not to mention, and took pictures of the evidence, and finally forced that person to fall into the sensual field, becoming a character who can be trampled/ravaged in every possible way.

Zhang Xiaomiao didn't dare to think about those scenes again. When he dreamed back late at night, the empty eyes of that person seemed to be still there yesterday.

Zhang Xiaomiao really doesn't want to experience the deep guilt and heart-wrenching powerlessness, let alone Qinglan is her benefactor.

Cheng Zhiyuan gradually calmed down, as if thinking of something, he looked at Zhang Xiaomiao.

Zhang Xiaomiao's back started to sweat nervously, a kind of deep fear shrouded the small dormitory.

"How's the insurance of those three idiots going?" Cheng Zhiyuan looked coldly at Zhang Xiaomiao who was shivering.

"It's all done." Zhang Xiaomiao quickly replied: "A total of 32 contribution points have been compensated, and they have already been sent to your optical brain."

"Yeah." Cheng Zhiyuan seemed to be in a better mood, and patted Zhang Xiaomiao on the shoulder: "Follow me and work hard, I will give you delicious and spicy food, if you dare to lie to me, you boy must be careful."

Zhang Xiaomiao nodded hurriedly, trying to put on a smiling face: "What you said, Director, is that I will work hard."

"You're a smart boy." Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Xiaomiao: "I just like your soft bones, and you look like a coward when you're scared."

"No, it's a coward." Cheng Zhiyuan's optical brain turned on a few times, Cheng Zhiyuan switched on the optical brain, laughed a few times, and walked out of the messy dormitory that had been turned over.

"Hello, Ms. Qian, yes, yes, let's go, tonight, I will treat you..."

Listening to Cheng Zhi's voice going away, Zhang Xiaomiao's eyes turned red.

Zhang Xiaomiao squatted down and began to tidy up the messed up dormitory.

The contract is with me, Zhang Xiaomiao thinks while packing up, how to hide it so that that bastard Cheng Zhiyuan can't find it?

refugee area

In a large first-generation nuclear energy car, a child obediently watched his father's fingers flying on the projection of the light screen.

After a while, the man stopped, picked up a bag of B-grade nutrient solution at hand, and carefully took a sip.

"Dad, Dad." The child threw himself into the man's arms: "How is big brother?"

"Don't worry, baby." The man stroked the little boy's hair, and a smile appeared on his recovering face: "Many people are looking for your big brother's ID, but they are blocked by Dad's protective wall."

"Daddy is the best!" The little boy looked at his father adoringly.

"More than that." The man turned around and called up a document and photo on the light curtain: "I also found the contract between my benefactor and BLUEWAR, which has been encrypted and protected."

"BLUEWAR?" The little boy opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Is that the bad company that framed Dad?"

"Yes." The man's pale face turned rosy: "Dad has collected a lot of evidence that can turn things around in the past few years, and we can leave here soon."

"What about the stinky grandpa?" The little boy looked at the man eagerly.

"As long as we go out, we can rehabilitate them." The man's eyes were full of hope: "Everything will be fine."