At first, it was still a light rain, but in less than two minutes, it had turned into a heavy rain.

"Whoa...... Wow...... Whoop ......"

Everyone was stunned by the rain.

"Wo Cao!

"Get the umbrella out!"

"It's evil, can General Ye's poem really ask for rain?"

The eight elders were also stupid, Huang Lao looked at Ye Qiu blankly, and said tremblingly: "You kid, you ...... ...... the end?"

Ye Qiu said lightly: "I said it all, my poems can ask for rain, you still don't believe it, what are you still doing, why don't you collect rainwater? ”

The eight elders are also a spirit, and Huang Lao hurriedly put the microphone and said: "Now everyone has begun to collect rainwater and strive to reserve water as much as possible." ”

Ye Qiu leisurely looked at the rain scene outside the window, and now he could understand how strong the effect of this legendary disaster Chengxiang and the luck of turning evil into good fortune is, it is simply so awesome that it explodes!

Now Ye Qiu feels that even if he dies by himself, he may not be able to die!

......

At this time, in the Dao Alliance, looking at the heavy rain in the surveillance video, all the elders were also dumbfounded.

The wounded elder's forehead was bruised, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily at the Elder Humen on the altar: "Didn't you say that this kid's good luck has come to an end?

Elder Humen was also full of embarrassment and explained, "This may just be a coincidence. ”

"How many coincidences have this been? Does your spell work?"

The Wounded Sect Elder was already anxious.

Elder Humen was also not happy, and said angrily: "You can do it, don't beep if you can't, the influence of luck itself is an extremely mysterious spell, and are you blind? The migration troops strayed into the Death Desert, and the transport vehicle fell into the quicksand, this is clearly the effect of my spell!"

"Alright! Don't make any noise! Don't the enemy hasn't been defeated yet, let's fight among ourselves first. ”

"yes, why bother!

The rest of the Dao Alliance elders saw that these two people were about to fight, and hurriedly came forward to mediate.

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

The Elder of the Wounded Sect and the Elder of the Hugh Sect both snorted coldly, and no one wanted to deal with anyone anymore.

Elder Shengmen frowned and said: "I heard this kid say that he asked for rain just now, it seems that there should be another means, after all, this kid is the reincarnation of the ancient emperor, and he may keep his back hand." ”

"Ask for rain, where to go? Lei will be killed by this kid, the sea dragon clan who is in charge of the weather is also in the nether realm, and the rain all depends on this broken law, does this kid still have the power of a secret law to control the law?"

Elder Humen wondered, and then asked the disciple who controlled the monitoring equipment.

"The picture on this monitor was not clear for a while, can you go back and see what kind of poem this kid wrote?"

The disciple who controlled the monitoring was embarrassed: "Elder, the magnetic force of this Death Desert is too strong, the signal is unstable, and it is normal for the frequency band to be lost. ”

Several Dao Alliance elders were disappointed, if they could know what means Ye Qiu used to beg for rain just now, maybe they could think of a way to deal with it.

But fortunately, there was a problem with the signal, otherwise they would have to be angry if they knew the content of Ye Qiu's poem.

"That's it, this Death Desert is full of dangers, as long as this kid is haunted by bad luck and leads the migration troops in the Death Desert, then something will definitely happen! I don't believe that this kid can beg for rain every day!"

......

Day 2...... Day 3...... Day 4...... Day 10...... Passed.

From the main hall of the Dao Alliance, there was a frantic roar from the Humen elders.

"Bastard, bastard, what the hell is this little brother doing?"

The other Dao Alliance elders also felt exhausted.

The elder of Shengmen also looked dejected and said with a look of not being able to pull out: "Forget it, this kid is too evil, this rain seems to be his family's tap water, every day at a fixed time, eight o'clock in the morning, 12 o'clock in the afternoon, and 6 o'clock in the evening, which is more regular than our meals!"

The Wounded Elder roared, "Is this the end of this?

Elder Jingmen said dejectedly: "You have also seen it in the past few days, this kid's luck is boundless, the water truck is gone, and it rains three times a day!"

"The sandstorm is up, and it is blowing over here!"

"The sun is so bad that there will be a cloud directly following!"

"The most hateful thing is that when there is no food, you can actually encounter a rice field! This is a desert, or is it a desert of death! There are rice fields in the desert, this is too exaggerated! Elder Hugh, are you a spell or a blessing?"

Elder Xiumen maintained the spell for more than ten days, and he was already exhausted, and he had no intention of arguing, so he sighed with a pale face and said: "Forget it, forget it, I can't hold it, whoever of you can do it, come!"

"Don't be like this, Elder Jing, don't say a word, Elder Hugh, if you insist on persevering, maybe there will be a miracle?"

Elder Deathmen persuaded bitterly.

Hearing what this Death Gate Elder said, several Dao Alliance elders all felt a little inexplicably sad, they were dignified and cultivated the power of the Immortal Realm, counting on the bad luck of Ye Qiu, who had become a mortal, and they all began to look forward to a miracle.

"yes, you can't stop like that!"

"The Long March has come along, and it's not a bad step!"

"Yes, insist on it, maybe this kid will be unlucky tomorrow!"

Elder Xiumen himself no longer had much hope, and sighed and said: "Five days, I can hold on for five days at most, and I can't hold on to it anymore." ”

"Good, good, good...... In the last five days, I don't believe this kid will have an accident!"

......

At this time, in the migration army, the eighth elder was already about to offer Ye Qiu.

Huang Lao: "Xiao Ye, if you're hungry, I'll ask the cooking team to get you something to eat." ”

Zhou Lao: "Xiaoye, do you want to drink something?" I have a Moutai that has been treasured for more than 500 years, and I am usually reluctant to drink it!"

Hu Lao: "Xiaoye ......"

From the worries of the migratory troops when they first entered the Death Desert, to the idleness of rubbing mahjong and engaging in some elderly activities when they have nothing to do, they have almost become a few salted fish.

After a series of things, such as rain when you are thirsty, and growing rice in the desert when you are hungry, no matter how stupid the eight elders are, they can guess that these things must be inseparable from Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu frowned and said: "Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief, there is something to say." ”

The eight elders were embarrassed by Ye Qiu's straightforwardness, and the other staff members also looked like they were smiling.

Huang Lao coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment and said, "Ahem, you kid, that ...... I just want to ask you, how did you do it, didn't you say you don't have any supernatural powers?"

Hearing Huang Lao's question, the other staff members all pricked up their ears.

(End of chapter)