After wearing the book, I took the fake heroine script

Chapter 370 Drought
The older child was lying on the ground, struggling to fish deep into the deep ditch, looking like he wanted to get water too.

But there was no accident in the end, he couldn't get water at all, instead the whole person fell down.

Jiang Li was startled, and quickly stepped forward to grab her, but the clothes of the two babies were smoother than water, and they fell straight from her hands.

"Oh!"

The two children fell heavily to the ground, and the older child was bleeding from the head just like Jiang Chen before.

And he didn't feel the pain at all, instead he showed a smile, caught a few drops of blood with the broken spoon in his hand, and carefully fed it into the mouth of the youngest child.

The child finally drank the "water" and swallowed desperately with his eyes closed.

The few drops of blood disappeared quickly, and the older child simply picked up the younger child and asked him to drink directly to his wound.

The little child was dying of thirst, but subconsciously drank the blood, unaware that the older child's face was gradually turning pale.

The older child was in great pain, but he always had a smile on his face, staring at the child in front of him tenderly and lovingly, as if he was happy that the child had water to drink.

Jiang Li has been standing by the deep ditch, watching this scene feels very uncomfortable.

She has never experienced the pain of drought, nor has she experienced this feeling of thirst.

On the contrary, she who can summon water-based spells has completely forgotten to cherish water sources.

In the deep ditch, the elder child finally reached his limit, and his body seemed to be roasted, turning into ashes little by little, and scattered in the deep ditch.

And that child also exploded to death like the loach before...

The tragic scene stimulated Jiang Li's eyeballs, even though she knew that this was not what happened now, it still stimulated her.

Yes, all of this did not happen in real time in front of Jiang Chen, but about the past memory of this wasteland.

These memories have penetrated into the soul of the wasteland, so that it will never be forgotten.

Now that Jiang Li came in, the scenes were displayed in front of her.

Jiang Li was silent for a moment, and finally walked forward again.

A few hundred meters later, there was indeed another deep ditch, and she saw two figures again.

One of them was pregnant with Liujia, her lips were chapped, and her skin was covered with white moss. She looked very old and painful.

The person beside her should be her husband, who was struggling to fetch water, but no matter how hard he tried, he failed and finally collapsed.

He roared feebly, rolled over, and kept beating his head with his hands, as if hating his own incompetence.

The pregnant woman felt distressed and wanted to reach out to stop him, but was accidentally pushed into the deep ditch by him.

"what!"

There was a scream, followed by a moan of pain.

The man seemed to wake up from a dream, but the next moment he fell into a bigger collapse and jumped into the deep ditch.

Blood was continuously flowing from the pregnant woman's body, but the man caught it with his hands and poured it into his mouth as if possessed by a demon.

His eyes were crazy, he didn't know what he was doing, he just wanted to drink water instinctively.

The pregnant woman didn't blame him when she saw this scene, she just looked at the sky sadly, the light in her eyes had long since disappeared, and there was only despair in life.

In the end, the two also disappeared before Jiang Li's eyes, as if they had never appeared before.

Jiang Li was silent for a longer time this time, and didn't take a step for a long time.

In the face of desperation, it is also a time to test human nature.

She raised her eyes to the sky and glanced again, and she couldn't help feeling a trace of complaint in her heart.

If it weren't for such a big sun, these people wouldn't be in such pain.

There was another stabbing pain in the eyes, Jiang Li had no choice but to lower his head again.

She continued to walk forward, and then saw all kinds of people, and also saw all kinds of desolate and hopeless scenes.

Some of them support each other, some hurt each other, and they made various choices.

Finally, Jiang Li crossed the last deep ditch and came to the end of this wasteland.

It was a small mound of soil that was not built high, extending backwards continuously, and the end of the ginger quinoa could not be seen at all.

For some reason, as soon as she saw these small mounds, she thought that these were the graves of those people.

Those who died in the drought.

Jiang Li stood there, looking at the mounds quietly, as if feeling the guilt that weighed on her, which made her feel strange and sad.

I don't know how many people died in this drought, and there is no end to the graves.

But what can she do?

Jiang Li was silent for a long time, and suddenly thought of something.

She sank her consciousness into her dantian, trying to communicate with the congenital holy water.

Xiantian Shengshui has just developed spiritual intelligence, but it is far inferior to Xiao Huihui, and he can't speak, but he can understand Jiang Li's meaning.

After hearing her thoughts, Xiantian Shengshui hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

It flew out of Jiang Li's body, and then rose into the sky, with a bang as if it exploded.

Countless drops of water fell from the sky, dripping to the ground heartily.

As expected by Ginger Quinoa, the water produced by the congenital holy water was not melted by the sun, but successfully soaked into the dry land, into the small mounds of soil.

The dry wasteland suddenly poured rain, as if breaking through the dust-covered protective shell for a long time, and revived its vitality.

The originally dry and hard soil was gradually moistened by water, and the cracked gaps also narrowed a little bit, and even the deep trenches were quickly filled with water.

And above those small mounds, one figure after another appeared, they cheered and cried heartily in the heavy rain.

Jiang Li seems to feel the joy of countless lives at this moment, but also seems to feel the compassion from the earth.

She watched the land full of vitality again, watched the grass seedlings emerge from the ground, watched the worms crawl out of the ground, and turned their heads to burrow into the ground again.

At this moment, she felt happy from the bottom of her heart, and she was also happy for this wasteland.

Until an hour passed, the ground was completely drenched, and the innate holy water stopped raining, and plunged back into Jiang Li's dantian, continuing to absorb the aura of the spirit vein.

Jiang Li was also satisfied with seeing the earth-shaking changes in the wasteland, and took a step forward.

The original small mound disappeared at this moment, and she came to a strange place.

When she looked back, the wasteland had completely disappeared.

Jiang Li frowned, still harboring doubts about the wasteland in her heart.

But she didn't have time to think slowly, because the strange environment in front of her might be dangerous, and she had to be extremely careful.

She looked at the oasis in front of her, and after finishing her mood, she continued to move forward.

But what she didn't know was that the wasteland just now condensed into a small clod of soil and disappeared in a stream of light.

(End of this chapter)