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Chapter 12 Perspective(1/2)

Luo Sijin has been three months old and can turn over and can hang out for a long time.

She lay there and entered her space again.

She doesn't believe in evil yet, so it's useless to give a golden finger?

What is the reason for this?

God doesn't bring this to play either.

She thought that she would give it a try.

It’s not that those who don’t know are fearless and die if they die.

If the space she carries can poison herself, it would be her life.

It's useless to get a space.

She mustered up a lot of courage and was just ready to give it a try today.

Think about it, she is much bigger than a Cobra.

A drop of the cobra has not died, so it is okay to use half of the drop by yourself.

She really put half of the spiritual spring in her mouth.

As soon as Lingquan entered his mouth, he slid down his throat.

She didn't taste any taste.

It has a bit of the meaning of Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't feel anything was wrong.

My stomach doesn't hurt and my whole body feels very comfortable, nothing is wrong.

If it isn't Lingquan, it should be used to cleanse marrow and remove tendons or something?

Why is it not working here?

Or is she thinking it's bad.

Luo Sijin waited for two days, but it was no different.

So I drank another drop, this time it was a drop.

She suspected that the amount was not enough, so it was useless.

Still the same, feeling nothing.

It's neither good nor bad! It's no different from drinking a drop of water.

Luo Sijin was so angry.

She also has the function of this spiritual spring.

Unexpectedly, Bai Gao was happy. Even if it was a poisonous spring, it would be better than anything else.

Luo Sijin was angry and picked one of the dates directly and picked the smallest ones.

When the dates come into your mouth, you don’t need to bite them at all.

Luo Sijin has already grasped the trick, and her mental power is the root of controlling everything.

Otherwise, just with her outfit, how could she pick peaches?

Now everything is a mental operation.

As soon as the dates entered the mouth, they turned into water.

Luo Sijin was a little confused.

Why did it become water?

But when the dates went down, she still didn't feel anything. Except for her warm body, she felt nothing else.

It looks like dates are the same as spring water, and it has nothing to do.

Luo Sijin was completely depressed.

God gave her a fake space.

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The atmosphere at home is sluggish.

The seedlings harvested in autumn grew well after being planted, but in the past three months, there has not been a drop of rain.

When it rains, everyone is worried about heavy flooding.

It doesn’t rain and is worried about drought. God is tormenting people sincerely.

I didn't hear the old man and the old lady sitting at the door, and she was also sighing.

It will take two months to harvest in autumn. If the ground is short of water now, there will probably be no harvest at that time.

"His father, what should I do? The drought in the field is so dry. If I can't water it anymore, it will be a waste."

Old Mrs. Luo was holding her granddaughter, and the little girl stared at them curiously.

"What else can I do? The river near us has already dried. Now, the river is more than ten meters wide, and the water is only one or two meters wide. It's not that our village is dry. Several nearby villages are dry. I heard that the village next door has already discussed whether to dig wells and find ways to save the food in the field.

I don’t know what the captain is thinking. Should our village dig wells? But I see that there is not much water in the wells at the entrance of the village, and it looks not ideal. I guess we have to dig wells to drift. Besides, digging wells requires money. Who can get the money out of it!"

Mr. Luo was a little irritable.

They are all farmers, relying on the weather and on the ground to make a living. Now they have just had floods and droughts.

Isn’t this abortion of the harvest this year?

Thanks to the time of the flood, the summer harvest has ended.

However, if the seedlings harvested in autumn are really out of water, they will not be able to harvest even a grain of food.

Not to mention handing over the mission food, even everyone’s meals are a problem.

Mr. Luo stood up, "I went up the mountain and felt so upset."

Old Mrs. Luo picked up the child, "His father, otherwise I would hold my granddaughter and go around with you, so don't be too upset. Every household is like this, what can we do?"

The old lady was afraid that something would happen to the old man.

Luo Sijin was there, the fat baby was happy and grinning with heartless smile.

It can be seen that the old man and the old lady have a good relationship.

The old couple carried the child up the mountain one after another.

The mountain behind is called Niangniang Mountain.

Why is it called Niangniang Mountain?

It is because there is an ancient Niangniang Temple left on this mountain, so this mountain is called Niangniang Mountain.

Luo Sijin looked around in the old lady's arms, thinking in her mind.

The village is short of water and cannot get enough food. If there is no food in autumn, it will be impossible to eat.

Originally, the family's conditions were not good, and if they couldn't eat, the conditions would be even worse.

She wanted to help, but she had nothing to help.

There is a spiritual spring in my own space, but the problem is that the spiritual spring cannot be taken out.

Luo Sijin is anxious.

She was really worried about her family’s happy life.

My family is so kind to her, especially her grandparents, who treats her as a treasure.

The little paws were placed on grandma's face, and the old lady Luo's irritability just now was finally cured.

"Xiao Guai Bao, you want to go out for a walk, right? Let's open your eyes."

Holding Luo Sijin, the three of them wandered around the mountain.

The old man felt uncomfortable, standing halfway up the mountain looking at the village below, and there were green seedlings.

Farmers rely on God for their food, and now God has to lose their food.

That year, my family suffered a disaster and starved to death.

Thinking about it now, the old man still feels distressed.

That was his first child with the old lady.

For so many years, the children thought that the family had three sons and one daughter!

Who knows that they actually have a big brother.

It is the same as now, with no water, drought, and crops under harvest.

Could it be that this time?

The old man stood and couldn't move.
To be continued...
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