Above the wasteland, the old woman stretched out her hand blankly, looked at the wet traces in her palm, and pressed her head up against the sky in disbelief. A drop of rain fell 西安耍耍网 on her face, washed away the turbidity in her eyes, and slipped like tears.
She danced and shouted vigorously: “It’s raining! It’s finally raining!”
Chapter 321 The true meaning of this
Oz, in a desolate village.
“It’s raining! It’s raining!” The
ragged villagers screamed, worshipping the panting young man like a god.
The young man had short hair, sharp edges and dark skin.
He stared at the torrential rain falling in the sky, and sat down in the dust on the ground with all his strength, the mud splashed all over him.
“What are you doing so happily and poorly? From the movement of “The Tempest Sonata”, I only learned something that is not in the essence. This rain consumes the water vapor in the sky, and can only last for a few hours. Water is stored in things.” The
villagers were taken aback, suddenly scattered, ran to the house and started looking for pots and pans.
There was only the young man left in the very lively clearing just now.
“Hey, help me up anyway.” The
young man murmured and got up with difficulty from the ground.
When I saw the complex and huge alchemy matrix around, my expression twitched, distressed: it was enough to buy the 西安夜生活论坛 chanting supplies for such a whole village, and it was all consumed for this rain.
But seeing these people as if they were redeemed, he didn’t know how to withdraw money.
“Sure enough, as the teacher said, doing things at a loss for a while, but a painful life. Why did the borrowed money disappear in a blink of an eye?”
He patted the mud on his body, and soon the mud dried and fell off, and his clothes Clean as new. The torrential rain fell on him and turned into faint mist. Disappeared without a trace.
“Fortunately, only half a day is left from Auschwitz. Otherwise, I am afraid