Zheng Qiqi batted her eyelashes, looked at Lin Bei and said.
"You have never been sick since you were a child?"
Lin Bei had never known this.
"Yes, I haven't even had a cold. Do you think it's strange?"
Zheng Qiqi stuck out her tongue.
Lin Bei frowned slightly, and then said again, "Are you sure that the medicine field in your hometown has the same feeling as this divine water of life?"
"It's not all the medicine fields, it's one of them." Zheng Qiqi said.
It turns out that although Zheng Qiqi studied in Qingzhou in high school and now works in Qingzhou, Zheng Qiqi is not from Qingzhou, nor can she even be considered from Jiangbei Province.
Rather, they are people from Nanyun Province.
If we really count, Zheng Qiqi is not even an orthodox Han.
Zheng Qiqi's family grows medicinal herbs.
According to Zheng Qiqi, the villages near their hometown all make a living by growing medicinal materials.
And similarly, there is a rather magical medicinal field in their hometown.
The medicinal materials grown there are particularly good.
However, that medicinal field does not belong to any particular village.
Instead, it is located between five villages.
Every year, the five villages set up a competition to determine the ownership of the medicinal fields.
Whichever village wins in the end, defeating the other four villages, that village will use the medicine field within the new year.
"I see that you seem to be quite concerned about this, so I asked you to come out and talk to you."
"If you are interested, you can follow me back to our hometown to have a look. Maybe there is the divine water of life that you need there, but I don't know for sure."
Zheng Qiqi said.
"good."
Lin Bei nodded.
If it is really possible that there is a divine water of life in Zheng Qiqi's hometown, then we must go and find it.
"Looking at you, do you still want to ask me to help your village win the game?"
Suddenly, Lin Bei looked at Zheng Qiqi and said playfully.
"How about it, is it okay?"
Zheng Qiqi looked at Lin Bei with expectation.
Yesterday I saw Lin Bei showing off his power on the top of Guangwu Mountain. For Zheng Qiqi, it was simply shocking.
In the past, several of their villages held competitions in the ring, which were wrestling matches for ordinary people.
Later on, everyone hired foreign aid from outside, but in fact it was only limited to the modern fighting kung fu in public perception.
Just some boxing and kicking skills.
However, there has never been anyone like Lin Bei and Chen Longxiang who can hit a rock to pieces with one punch, let alone make it fly.
If Lin Bei could help, Zheng Qiqi believed that if Lin Bei just used his hands, their village would definitely win this year.
"Can."
Finally, Lin Bei nodded.
Thinking about it, Zheng Qiqi would not lie to him about the medicine field and the divine water of life.
And judging from Zheng Qiqi's expression, it is indeed true.
If he could get some more divine water of life, then Lin Bei would be confident enough to recover the injuries in his body in the shortest time.
