Unexpectedly, Long Mo didn't say a word.

He picked up the drawing that she had just looked at the most, flipped through it for a few seconds, and then conjured up dragon claws that were sharper than a knife blade. He compared the accessories on the drawing and quickly cut out identical wooden parts.

Foxy Jiaojiao wanted to say that she would do it herself, but when she saw that Long Mo only took a glance and made it easily, it was exactly the same as the drawing, and even the size ratio was extremely accurate.

She was silent.

Is Long Mo's brain a computer? Just input the data and he will be able to do it?

Foxy Jiaojiao thought about it and realized that this dragon seemed to be very good at everything except cooking. He could do it at a glance.

While she was doubting her life, Long Mo had already picked up several other drawings and made the rest of the parts by copying them. He held them in front of him and examined them carefully for a moment before starting to assemble them.

There are different styles of trebuchets. The trebuchet drawings that Hu Jiaojiao took out are the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients.

It is said that in ancient times, when fighting, the army would bring drawings and carpenters to the battlefield to make trebuchets on site. Because the production is convenient, the structure is simple and the materials are easy to obtain, there is no need to lift the huge trebuchet and transport it laboriously.

This version of the trebuchet is very tall, but it is very easy to use. As long as a few people pull the rope at the front, they can use the lever principle to easily throw a dozen pounds of wood five hundred meters away.

The trebuchet does not need to be moved in the tribe, so it is perfect.

As long as you master the production method, you can use it even if you want to attack the Canglang tribe.

Hu Jiaojiao wanted to ask Long Mo not to force it, but before she opened her mouth, she saw that he had already put the two parts together.

Countless small wooden parts turned between his slender fingers, as if they were alive, two, five, ten... More and more parts were assembled, and the parts on the table became fewer and fewer.

In just a few minutes, Long Mo had armed a complete small catapult, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Hu Jiaojiao.

"Is this how you do it?" he asked.

Hu Jiaojiao was speechless.

Was there something wrong with her eyes, or was she still sleepy?

She was already shocked that Long Mo could make the parts, and he actually made the entire sample directly!

Is this something a normal beast can do! ?

"You..." Foxy Jiaojiao suddenly stretched out her upper body, put her hands on both sides of Long Mo's body, opened her mouth, and stared at Long Mo without blinking.

Her inquiring eyes seemed to want to peel him open to see clearly, and asked suspiciously:

"Are you also a time traveler?"

This brain, saying that he is exposed to this for the first time, she doesn't believe it! She

would never believe it!

She has studied for more than ten years, is it possible that she is not as good as an orc who has just learned Arabic numerals.

Long Mo showed a puzzled look:

"Huh? What?" Jiaojiao blurted out words that he couldn't understand again.

Seeing the confusion in Long Mo's eyes, Foxy Jiaojiao was speechless.

Long Mo is really a genius!

"Nothing." Foxy Jiaojiao sat back in her chair like a deflated balloon, waved her hands and answered with a look of dejection, "I mean, you are too smart, you can do it after watching it once." There

is really no comparison between beasts.

She shut herself off.

Hearing Foxy Jiaojiao's praise, Long Mo immediately sat up straight, clenched his right fist and put it to his mouth, coughed lightly, and covered up the corners of his lips that could not help but rise.

"It's just so-so." He answered modestly, "Jiaojiao taught me well, I can do it after listening."

Foxy Jiaojiao was speechless.

I don't believe you!

The catapult sample was just a small model, only the size of Long Mo's two palms. Foxy Jiaojiao brought small stones of corresponding weight and placed them in the corresponding positions.

Pull the rope at the front that controls the launch.

The stone shot out with a "swish" sound, drew a high arc in the air, and hit the door with a snap.

The door was made of wood, and the stone was shot with great force, and it actually shot a shallow concave hole in the door.

"Small samples have such great power. If it is made according to the size of the drawing, the power must be huge!" Fox Jiaojiao's face showed surprise.

The depression just now disappeared in an instant.

"I will go to the chief and teach him and everyone to read the drawings and start making catapults." It was just in time to take advantage of the fact that the Canglang tribe did not fight back and make preparations in advance.

This time, we can't be careless like last time.

Fox Jiaojiao put away the drawings on the table, held the small catapult in her arms, and prepared to go out.

Before she even touched the door, the male behind her grabbed her waist with one hand and lifted her up.

The drawings and trebuchet in her hands were also taken away.

Long Mo said in a low and hoarse voice:

"It's getting late. I'll go teach the tribe leader tomorrow."

The tribe leader was fine, but Jiaojiao had to teach a group of males, and he didn't want Jiaojiao to be surrounded by a group of males all day.

He had more important things to do with Jiaojiao than making a trebuchet.

"But it's still early now. I'll tell the tribe leader the good news first and I'll be back soon." Fox Jiaojiao was lifted up by Long Mo like a child and walked upstairs.

The stairs slowly retreated under her eyes.

The drawings and trebuchet were also put back on the table.

Foxy looked at the sky outside in confusion. It was still afternoon, and there were still several hours before dark!

The kids were still playing outside, so how could it be late?

"Not good."

Long Mo's voice became even lower, like a cloud about to rain, giving the air a sticky and humid feeling.

"It's too late. It won't be enough when you come back."

Foxy looked confused.

"What do you mean by too little time?"

Long Mo didn't answer again, but carried her back to the bedroom, closed the door with his backhand, turned Foxy over, and let her put her arms around his neck and her legs around her waist.

Foxy only felt a flash before her eyes, and her back had already hit the door.

She looked like a doll pendant on Long Mo.

"Long, Long Mo, what are you doing..."

she asked dazedly.

Long Mo lowered his head, and the tip of his nose gently touched her neck. His cold face gently rubbed against her soft black hair, and his hoarse voice inexplicably revealed a sense of grievance.

"Last time I washed your hair, you fell asleep."

"You've been busy recently and have no time at night, so I had to find time myself..."

Since you are not free at night, there is always time during the day.

Foxy's neck was itchy from being rubbed, and her voice became softer unconsciously:

"What, what do you mean no time..."

She held her chin up in a coquettish tone, not understanding Long Mo's jumping thoughts for a moment.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Long Mo saluting him.

Foxy's ears instantly turned red, and she understood what Long Mo meant.

Before winter, Long Mo would torture her almost every night.

But since the incident in the tribe, it seems that he has never done so once...

"It's daytime now, wait until the cubs come back, wait until night..." Foxy hugged his neck and negotiated with him in a coquettish voice.

The next moment, she felt dizzy. She

was pressed down on the bed by Long Mo.

"They won't be back so soon." The deep and pleasant voice seemed to have magic, gently caressing the ears of the foxy girl.

His voice was hoarse as if there was a raging fire burning:

"I can't wait any longer."