I was a sign language genius.

Lin Beichen was overjoyed, and regarded the black-skinned beautiful girl's success in finding books as his own credit.

The next thing to do is simple.

He tried to scan the very rough-looking book with the Reaper's phone to see if he could generate a book-like app like he had cheated on the exam at the Third Junior Academy.

This is the most basic feature of the Reaper phone.

As long as you can generate an APP, once the APP is running, you can master the text in it as if you were practicing.

It's almost like a translator in disguise.

"Hey, it's done. ”

It turns out that Lin Dashao's brain is still very bright.

In the [App Store] of the Grim Reaper phone, a new APP has really been generated.

The name of this app is [Cultivation and Cultivation of Crisp Fruits].

That's right.

Xiao Heipi brought this rough and simple book, which is actually a rough guide used to guide the White Moon Tribe to plant crisp fruits, which is very simple, but the content in it also contains most of the words of the White Moon Tribe.

He used the [Planting and Cultivation of Crisp Fruits] APP, at least he could understand the words of the Baiyue tribe, even if he couldn't pronounce them, he could understand them and write them.

The most basic communication can take place.

Bai Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Beichen curiously.

She was really interested in Lin Beichen.

Not only because Lin Beichen saved her life, but also because Lin Beichen's identity is very mysterious, the most important reason is ...... He's handsome.

Accustomed to seeing those rough and heroic men in his tribe, it was the first time to see Lin Beichen, a beautiful young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Shenhua and inner beauty, handsome and heroic facial features, and a trace of ripples in Bai Xiaofang's heart.

She stared at Lin Beichen and said a few words in a row.

Lin Beichen smiled and waved his hand, picked up a dead branch, and wrote a line on the ground-

"My name is Lin Beichen, what's your name?"

When Bai Xiaoxiao saw it, he was stunned on the spot.

It turns out that he knows the words of the White Moon Tribe.

Why did you act like you couldn't communicate at all before?

"There is no doubt that I have just learned your tribal script...... I'm not only a beautiful man, but also a linguistic genius. ”

Lin Beichen seemed to see through Bai Xiao's doubts, and wrote a line of words on the ground.

Linguistic genius?

A trace of suspicion appeared on Bai Xiaoxiao's beautiful and beautiful goose egg face.

Even if you are a genius, it is impossible for you to go from a state of complete ignorance in such a short period of time to be self-taught with just a reference book, right?

Bai Xiaoxiao asked continuously.

Lin Beichen waved his hand and said, "I can't pronounce words, I can only recognize words." ”

With such an explanation, Bai Xiaoxiao believed it a little.

She also picked up a branch and wrote on the ground: "My name is Bai Xiaoxiao...... Why did Grandpa say your surname is Zhu?"

Surname Zhu?

Lin Beichen was stunned.

What the heck?

How did I not know my surname was Zhu?

Could it be......

I had a good time communicating with the old man before.

Lin Beichen began to doubt life, how did the one-legged, one-eyed, one-armed old guy translate the sign language, and what did he say to others?

He was about to write on the ground and continue to ask, when an unexpected change appeared.

I could only hear a panicked noise in a farmland a hundred meters away, mixed with mournful weeping.

Twenty or thirty tribesmen were alarmed and had gathered around.

When Bai Xiaoxiao saw this scene, she seemed to realize something.

A thick look of worry flashed on the delicate little face of the black-skinned beautiful girl, and she didn't care about communicating with Lin Beichen anymore, so she dropped the branches, turned around in a panic and ran towards the farmland.

Lin Beichen was curious and followed behind.

When I got closer, I saw several middle-aged women in shabby linen clothes hugging the dry fruit trees under the green fruit trees in the farmland, crying sadly.

The other tribesmen next to him also looked worried.

Fruit trees wither, this is a big deal.

Some comforted the middle-aged women, while others looked carefully around the dry fruit trees, trying to find out the cause of the dry fruit trees......

Most of the farmland in the city has very special soil, and most crops cannot be grown, and only this green fruit tree can grow.

The seeds of this fruit tree were found by Bai Yanyun, the genius of the tribe back then, and now the holy daughter of the Ruins Realm, from an extremely dangerous place for the White Moon Tribe.

Over the years, the White Moon tribe has relied on this fruit, which does not require much fertility of the land, to barely survive.

Although it tastes bad, it can be grown and yielded in a good yield, but it is easy to preserve, and it has always been the main source of food for the White Moon tribe to survive in such a harsh environment.

But for some reason, for most of the past six months, the emerald fruit trees in the city have begun to wither in patches, and the patriarchs, elders, and witch doctors have tried every means to reverse this terrible trend.

In order to survive, the White Moon tribe had to take the risk and plant emerald fruit trees under the mountains outside the city.

Although the planting has survived, and high walls and stone statues have been set up to protect the farmland, it is often destroyed by the demons in the wilderness, and several times when the fruit trees are ripe, before they can be harvested, they are destroyed by the demons overnight, and the hard work of months is equivalent to being in vain.

In addition, in the process of planting, cultivating, and harvesting, there will also be the danger of being hunted and killed by monsters, resulting in the White Moon

The population loss of the tribe is enormous.

As a last resort, the tribe focused its efforts on planting emerald fruit trees in the city, and selected more than 200 experienced tribesmen to take care of emerald fruit trees day and night, hoping to extend the life of fruit trees......

But unexpectedly, no matter what method is used, the green fruit trees will still wither and wither in large areas.

This afternoon, the emerald fruit trees in this farmland still looked vibrant, but in the blink of an eye, more than 30 fruit trees withered at a rate visible to the naked eye......

The tribal women who took care of the farmland wept sadly......

The faces of all the tribesmen showed a look of confusion and sadness.

Could it be that the great god of the Ruin Realm is going to abandon the White Moon Tribe?

Why do the emerald trees die in patches?

"Mu A-Niang, Qing A-Niang, don't cry, I can't blame you, it's they who are sick, and there is no way to ......"

Bai Xiaoxiao's expression was gloomy, and he pursed his mouth tightly.

In vain, she comforted the weeping women while carefully observing the dead fruit trees.

But nothing was found.

Because these emerald fruit trees, as well as the previous signs, look normal, no insects, no broken branches, the rhizomes are intact, and there is no external force to destroy, but they suddenly wither quickly without warning......

The whole process is visible to the naked eye.

It's as if something terrible has secretly drained all the vitality in an instant.

What to do?

If this continues, once the emerald fruit trees in the city die, the White Moon Tribe will really not be able to hold on and face the danger of extinction.

The surrounding tribesmen looked sad and desperate.

At this time, Lin Beichen probably saw some clues.

He walked under the fruit tree and pressed his palm lightly against the withered bark.

In the next moment, a strange look appeared on his face.

Hey?

The tree is not dead.

There is also life.

He surveyed a little with the innate Xuan Qi of the wood system, and he could feel that in the depths of the roots of the fruit tree, there was a faint cloud of wood life force jumping and flashing.

What's going on?

Lin Beichen frowned, and while continuing to survey the other withered emerald fruit trees with the innate Xuan Qi of the wood system, he secretly pondered the reason for this situation in his heart.

After a moment, he understood.

Here's an opportunity to break into the tribe.

After coughing lightly and attracting everyone's attention, Lin Beichenyun came to Bai Xiaoxiao lightly and wrote a line of words on the ground with a branch.

Pretending to be like the wind, always with me.