With the permission of his daughter, Jian Zhenjun immediately stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll go and talk to your grandmother." ”

Jian Ning didn't care about the grain planting, Jian Zhenjun arranged it, and when he went out, Jian Ning wrapped a few meat buns in brown paper and put them in his pocket.

After handing over the grain seeds, he had to help transfer to the highland cave, which was destined to stay up all night.

The firelight was swaying in the wind, and the gate of the village committee was noisy and noisy, and people came and went.

Race against time to transport the most important grain up the mountain overnight, just like Jian Ning said, as long as the people are okay and the grain is still alive, no matter how the situation worsens, there will always be some hope.

Halfway up the mountain to the west of the Black Mountain Ridge, there was a bandit's den in the early years, and there were naturally formed caves and artificially carved caves.

The grain was transported to the cave, leaving 30 strong men to guard it, and the rest of the people hurried down the mountain to carry the old grain of the village government up the mountain.

The next step is to drive the pigs, chickens, and other domestic animals of the village to a barren hill and tie them around the hill with a wooden fence.

Hundreds of pigs can't get up the hill like grain, and when the flood strikes, these domestic animals instinctively run to the top of the hillside.

Damage is certainly inevitable, and it is better to be lucky to save more than half of it than to drown in a pigsty.

Wang Anqing sent someone to pour all the remaining pigweed on the top of the mound, and did his best to obey the fate of heaven, and live as much as he wanted.

A few litters of little piglets were put in a frame, and a few old hens were tied up and taken away, just like leaving a fire.

When the village was busy, Jian Ning leaned on the bedside and read the medical book for a while, and her eyelids gradually fell.

She sank into a deep sleep.

Had a dream.

She fell into the slimy realm, unable to move, her consciousness like she was stuck in an asphalt bucket, unable to float, surrounded by boundless darkness and coldness.

She struggled desperately, and the more she struggled, the deeper her body sank, and the gooey objects poured into her nostrils, mouth, and eyes.

She couldn't breathe, she opened her mouth wide to breathe, more slimy objects poured into her mouth, and even blinking became laborious, her body became heavier and heavier, like a filled with lead, and her belly was slowly getting bigger, like a ball blowing to the extreme, ready to explode at any moment.

Consciousness is blurring, and the body is constantly falling.

It was a strange sensation, and the slimy object that enveloped her seemed to devour her consciousness.

She vaguely thought, am I going to the eighteenth floor of hell?

Consciousness is drifting away, disappearing...... A glimmer of light flickered, and she used her last strength to catch the light, and the fireflies flickered, clutching her discrete consciousness and stuffing it into her brow.

The embers returned, and she had majestic strength, breaking free from the shackles, breaking the shackles, waving her hands, and the viscous object wrapped around her swung outward layer by layer like water waves, shooting out a dazzling white light from the gap.

An icy wind squeezed in unstoppably.

The venue suddenly changed.

Ice and snow, cold wind hunting.

She was cold, holding herself tightly in her arms, useless, the bone-chilling cold pierced through the body, the blood stopped flowing, her limbs gradually stiffened, and when she was about to freeze into a lump of ice, starry fireflies fluttered in the distance.

In the realm where the fireflies coiled, a patch of green velvet grass grew rapidly, flowering and bearing seeds at a speed visible to the naked eye, blood resumed flow, and limbs warmed up.

The wind blows away the grass seeds, and the place where the grass seeds fall is verdant and green, the vines and grasses are endless, and the grass and trees are prosperous.

Woke up from a dream,

Splitting headaches,

Jian Ning pressed his temples and rubbed them vigorously to break the cold war: "Firefly Point is very important to me?"

The system answered quickly: "Yes. 】

"But I can't extract it. Her voice was a little cold, and the cold palpitations in her dreams had not subsided.

The system replied cleanly: [Not yet. 】

There is no meaning to explain after speaking.

Her voice was dry: "Is my world about to collapse?"

[Yes.] 】

"I'm not in the original world anymore?"

[Yes.] 】

"The world doesn't have them?"

[Yes.] The system understands who she means by "they."

The emotions in her heart were turbulent violently, and she was silent for a long time, and in the depths of her eyes was a dark abyss that could not be seen.

Time stands still.

The system voiced: [Is there anything else you want to ask?]

Tonight's system is particularly easy to talk to, it doesn't involve the key, and it basically answers all questions.

"Can I go back to my original world? while they're still around. ”

[Can't!]

[The world in your mind has been extinguished in the universe, and non-existent objects have no way to return to heaven. 】

This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve of Jian Ning, her heart seemed to be pinched by someone, her throat was stuffed with cotton wool, her eyes were wet, she turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a low whimper, like a cub in the mountains and forests who had lost the protection of their mother.

The system couldn't bear it: [Have you ever heard a sentence, there is a providence in the dark. 】

"What do you mean?" said a deep, nasal voice from the pillow.

[Some people don't deliberately force some things, everything has its own providence. He said very Zen: "The world is reincarnated, and everything has a fixed number. 】

Jian Ning showed half of his face, and his eyes were not without expectation: "You mean I still have a chance to meet them?"

The system refuses to admit it: [I didn't say it, I understand it myself.] 】

Janine buried her face in the pillow again.

System: [The rest of your life is long, no matter what happens, you have to face the world with a smile.] 】

Jian Ning was silent.

After a long time, she said in a dumb voice: "Aren't you on your mission to save the world? No matter how deep the system's words are, she has to live first.

The tone was mixed with a vague tiredness.

After experiencing a tragic catastrophe and coming again, anyone will feel tired.

System: [As I said, I can't do anything about natural disasters, the only variable is on you, you need fireflies.] 】

Master, come on, don't live in the muddy, what's so good about farming, you will be confused.

I knew that I wouldn't have opened the space for splitting farming......

Wasting energy and pitting yourself.

Jian Ning: "!"

What is the only variable in me? It's okay to impose it on others.

Do you want me to be the savior?!

Is it possible to refuse?

Apparently not?

She needs minerals, she needs fireflies, she needs it strongly.

Shicai's dream was not just a dream, nor was it an illusion, but something she had subconsciously stimulated, and she knew it!

As expected, she was supposed to have majestic and powerful power, but she was imprisoned by some unknown substance, and Firefly was the key.

"I know how to do it. She sulked.

The rain fell all night again, crackling and banging on the windows.

Listening to the sound, it makes people panic for no reason.

Last night, Wang Anqing shouted in the loudspeaker to avoid disasters and hand over grain seeds, many people thought he was making a fuss, and as soon as he opened the door this morning, he stepped on it, and the water overflowed to the calf bone, and he panicked all of a sudden.

Rush to be the first to go.

Overnight, there were a few bubbles at the corners of Wang Anqing's mouth.

He stayed up all night, his feet were not sticky, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was noisy by these troublesome mothers-in-law early in the morning, and his tone was extremely irritable: "Noisy and noisy, if you quarrel a few more, I will give Lao Tzu to go to the barren hill to see the pigs." After obeying you stubborn donkeys who are not going backwards, last night I persuaded you to go up the mountain early, you chirped crookedly and disagreed, you had to wait for two days, and now you are scrambling to leave, Lao Tzu doesn't want to care about you, just let you thousands of people hula rush up the mountain, trample a few to death, pull a few down. ”

A roar, everyone is silent.

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