I'm struggling to survive in the system circle

Chapter 270 270. Practice carving

"My talent is pretty good, I succeeded five times."

She is self-proclaimed and arrogant like her.

Xiao Mumu, who was lying on the bed, looked at the ugly wooden figure in her hand with squinting eyes.

So 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.

Limbs that cannot move, a face without facial features, and a cylindrical body.

At this moment, he felt that the water tank was such a useful skin.

"Why are you standing there? Go in and see if you can move."

Haitao knocked on his head: "Sister Nan, I made an appointment with Aunt Li to plow the fields. It's too late if we don't leave. I'll leave first and come back later!" He ran faster than the wind.

"Hello!"

Tsk, do you want to be so disgusted with it?

She took the thing she carved and compared it with the two on the bed.

"hiss……"

Throw away the ugly things in your hands.

"You can't compare, you can't compare. The great master has been practicing for hundreds of years. I've only been practicing for an hour. I definitely can't compare."

After comforting herself, she thought of Hongman Tianxing again.

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

A pot of flowers can hold a soul, but can a leaf also hold it?

As she was thinking, Nanling walked in with chicken soup and a curious look on her face: "Xiaoxue, what happened to Haitao's kid running so fast just now?"

"Who knows, I'm probably going to poop soon."

"Why do you kid say such vulgar words!"

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

Nanling had just noticed the wood on the ground. Does her daughter like to play with puppets?

She doesn't understand puppetry, but she knows that a puppet doesn't have to be a puppet, but can also be other things or even living creatures.

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

There was no carving knife in the room, so Nan Sixue would not have been able to carve it out by herself.

"No, it's from Chen Fengdiao." He shook the pot without blushing and his heart stopped beating.

"Is Xiaochen such a bad carver?"

"Ah...he hasn't finished carving it yet. Wasn't he driven away by his brother?"

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

"Mom, let's not talk about those unhappy things. I've finished drinking the soup and I want to take a nap."

"Okay, you have a good rest."

Nanling took away the soup bowl and closed the door.

As soon as my mother walked away with her front legs, she floated out of the window with her back legs and went into the forest to pick wood and flowers.

Without the space magic weapon nearby, she couldn't pick up many materials. She only picked up a piece of wood as thick as half an armful and a big red flower with leaves.

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

Nan Feng ran downstairs from upstairs to see what his sister wanted to do.

Jiang Fengjue stood on the tree stand in her room, squinting and guessing what her sister wanted to do.

The orcs on the island were discussing:

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

"Seeing how she can carry such a big piece of wood will tell you that the injury is healed."

"With wood and red flowers, what do you want, Your Highness? Grafting?"

Nan Sixue returned to her room.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.

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

She was not afraid of Nanfeng and happily let him in.

"Second brother, is something wrong?"

"What's fun? Second brother will accompany you." Rubbing his palms.

"Would you like to play with carving?"

"Ah? Do you want to play art?" He is also a handicapped person.

"If second brother wants to accompany me, then help my sister carry some big logs back." He held his face with his left hand and tilted his head, instead of clasping his hands together, he asked.

(End of chapter)