Fu Dong stretched out a hand to stop the already angry Su Yi.
Ling Luo stepped forward, took a large bag of spiritual grain seeds from the hands of the arrogant little girl, and then took back the holy orders of the three of them.
"Don't worry, Seventh Senior Brother, one day these snobbish guys will beg us servilely."
On the holy order, the distribution location of the fields was marked in detail. The three of them arrived at that area in a short time.
Three people, ten acres of land.
Ling Luo found the area of responsibility of the team, and then the three of them started working together.
Weeding, plowing, and weeding, the three of us were very physically fit, and by the time it got dark, they were almost done.
The three people built a small wooden house on the edge of the ten acres of land, and agreed to send a person to guard it every night.
On the first day, Ling Luo volunteered to guard the spiritual field.
According to her words, when she took the second test for freshman admission, she was given the task of cultivating spiritual fields and cultivating spiritual roots, so she was relatively experienced.
Fu Dong couldn't stand her, so he let her go.
It was night, and Ling Luo stayed in the thatched house, facing a few stones beside her, and was carving attentively.
The art of stone carving is a spiritual practice in itself.
Ling Luo didn't feel bored at all during the long night, but instead became more and more passionate.
The seeds of Linggu have been sown into the land, and what is needed now is a rainfall.
Just as I was thinking this, there was a faint sound of falling rain outside the cabin.
Ling Luo stood up in surprise, walked out of the cabin door, stretched out a hand, and caught the raindrops.
The rain contains a touch of aura, which moisturizes everything.
The rain came just in time.
This kind of rain doesn't look like a natural fall from the sky, but more like a man-made donation. Could it be that someone is doing the same task as her?
Ling Luo turned her head and looked around. Most importantly, she saw an aqua blue figure one thousand meters away to the west.
A very handsome but very strange man.
His ears were erect, like smoke, and his hair was very white, brighter than silver.
On the man's hand, there is a sea-blue rotating rune. Rainfall should be the function of that rune.
Ling Luo was a little surprised.
There are still people farming in the middle of the night?
She could see that this man had a very high level of cultivation and had strong control over rain.
Logically speaking, he should not be able to control the scope of rain and moisturize his fields.
wrong!
After Ling Luo observed carefully, he discovered that only his own fields and that man's fields had rainwater.
Why should he help himself?
She didn't know him at all.
Full of doubts, Ling Luo walked in the drizzle, and finally stopped five steps behind the man.
"Excuse me, are you..." She tried to talk to him.
The man's beautiful, smoky ears twitched, and then turned his head, staring at Ling Luo displeased with a pair of dead fish eyes, with a hint of hostility.
"You stinky woman!"
"Huh?" Ling Luo was stunned and blinked her eyes inexplicably. She suspected that she heard wrongly, "You...what did you say?"
"You have polluted my spiritual spring! It's black, smelly, and suffused with such a strong demonic aura!" Xiao Ling glared at Ling Luo fiercely and roared, "You know how much effort I have wasted before I was able to do this.
Did you restore the spiritual spring to its original state? How could you soak that kind of magical plant in my spiritual spring without the owner’s consent? It’s simply abominable!”