I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 169 Cry for help

Since it's raining, Jane and Owen's bathwater is less noticeable.

Also because it rained for half an hour, the heat dissipated a lot. Lying in the Lotus Tower, with two buckets of ice to dispel the heat, you can fall asleep comfortably.

This ice was also taken by Xia Qingdai from the modern refrigerator, and she had always kept it in the ice tray.

In addition to what I enjoy in the Lotus Building, Owen's will naturally not be left behind. He was Xia Qingdai's most important villain in the eighteenth century. No one would forget him.

After chatting with Jian Chang until midnight and the other party fell asleep from sleep, Xia Qingdai quietly left and returned to Fucui Villa Castle to sleep in an invisible state.

Of course, this tossing is to absorb the power of faith.

Xia Qingdai now only needs three hours of sleep every day, so after waking up, she spends the rest of the time spreading medical books on the floor and reading.

It is very inconvenient for Xia Qingdai, who has transformed into a villain, to read a book as big as a wall. But in order to replenish the power of her faith, she had to overcome this inconvenience.

Only by staying in the castle can she receive the most complete and maximum power of faith.

Xia Shanglu left her a message saying that he would stay in the dormitory for the next few days and would not come back. Xia Qingdai had indeed not met anyone else for several days, leaving early and returning late.

However, this also facilitated Xia Qingdai's activities in the 18th century. When it was almost dawn inside, she quietly returned to the Lotus Building RV not far from Irving.

Jane was still sleeping soundly. She picked up the thin blanket and placed it gently on her belly. She opened the door and climbed to the second floor to breathe fresh air.

The rain she made artificially last night made the surrounding area look a little greener.

The vitality of all things in summer is stronger than that in cold winter. As long as there is sufficient water, those green plants that were originally wilting can recover.

It rained in the whole town last night within a hundred meters of the inn, which made the inn owner and his wife very proud.

In any inn, the favorite thing for the master and servant to do is to inquire about the noble servants who are staying there, and it is not complete unless they ask the nobles' ancestors for eight generations.

So the owner of this inn soon heard shocking news from the coachman Andrew - Andrew insisted that the rain was brought by his master, because his two masters were affected by the true god and the dragon. shelter.

Naturally, the people in the inn refused to believe it, and Andrew didn't talk nonsense. He took the boss and stood in the rain, looking up and staring at the stars.

Yes, this rain is weird, there are no dark clouds, no wind, but a continuous rain of stars!

At the end of the clouds, after Andrew reminded me, I could actually vaguely see the shadow of a dragon.

It's not the evil dragon with wings that they know every day, but an oriental dragon with a deer's horns and a horse's face.

As for the dragon tail? It's hard to see clearly inside the clouds.

After the rain stopped, a group of people were still enjoying themselves in the hotel lobby.

Andrew and Sheridan vividly described to the people in the inn the magic of the dragon spitting water. I don’t know whether everyone believed it or not, but they all listened with great interest.

At dawn, everyone checked out and went downstairs.

Walking into the Lotus Building, old Mrs. Irving felt a slight chill. When she looked carefully, she saw two large buckets of ice in the car, and she couldn't help but curse.

She knew that this must be the work of a god, so she didn't dare to complain.

They didn't sleep well at all last night. The inn was stuffy and hot, and there was a sour and strange smell.

It's said to be a superior room, but it's not much better.

So when she went to the Lotus Tower today, her face looked very bad because of poor sleep.

Owen, who was also sleeping in a hotel suite, looked refreshed. How could he not sleep well when the goddess was thinking about him and brought him bath water and ice?
When he left, he left the two large pieces of ice in the room without taking them.

Because as a horse lover, he felt that six horses pulling a lotus building was already a heavy burden, and he did not want to add more pressure to them. A piece of ice half a person's height weighs as much as an adult.

Xia Qingdai also considered this reason and directly gave two half-person-high pieces of ice in the Lotus Building to the innkeeper as parking fees.

With such four large pieces of ice, its function of dispelling heat is secondary. After the ice melts, there will be four large buckets of water. This is a treasure during a drought!

So I stood up and down at the entrance of the courtyard of the inn, watching the Lotus Building and the big metal car slowly leaving with tears streaming down my face, and I wanted to shake my hand off.

She is indeed a princess from the East and a gentleman who made a fortune in America. They are too generous.

I really wish I could have a dozen of these magical guests every day!
Lotus House continues towards London.

The Lotus Tower has been modified with a shock-absorbing chassis and tires, and is equipped with modern technology. Although it is large, it is actually not difficult to pull six horses.

However, Gerald still applied to Owen to ride in the off-road vehicle driven by Sheridan on the grounds of saving horsepower, and they could work together as scouts to explore the road.

Owen naturally agreed. Anyway, in the Lotus Building, he didn't need anyone to wait on him.

There is a drought this year. In fact, the road to London is full of devastation. There is no beautiful scenery. It is either dry fields or numb farmers.

Xia Qingdai's beautiful wish to walk, see and play all the way exists only in fantasy.

Faced with all the human tragedies caused by the drought, she couldn't be happy. However, every time I pass by, I can't help but feel the June rain in the inn where I stay overnight.

So at every stop along the way, the legendary seeds of the dragon were sown.

One day while passing by the foot of a mountain, Xia Qingdai, who had strong senses and senses, suddenly heard a cry for help.

At that time, several young people were sitting on the second floor enjoying the breeze and playing cards.

Xia Qingdai stopped the cards in her hand, raised her eyes and asked Owen: "Did you hear the cry for help?"

Owen rang the bell in time, and the coachman Andrew immediately reined in his horse and stopped when he heard the bell ringing next to him.

"You wait here, I'll take someone in to take a look."

Xia Qingdai hesitated for a moment. She felt that she was more risk-resistant than Owen. After all, she could transform directly when in danger!

But Owen insisted that she wait here, and she had no choice but to let him go.

"Then be careful and shoot in the air if there's any trouble."

Owen naturally understood what Xia Qingdai meant, and he gave a rare smile: "Okay."

Irving left the official road with Gerald, who had replenished a gun on the way, and entered the mountain road where calls for help could be faintly heard.

Xia Qingdai thought for a while and said to the others: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay." Jane looked at Xia Qingdai worriedly, thinking she was nervous and scared.

In fact, Xia Qingdai just wanted to find a place where she could transform easily at any time.

The so-called restroom is a small area with a toilet separated by a curtain in the living room on the first floor of the Lotus Building.

This was manually installed by Xia Qingdai. She fixed the wooden toilet seat with nails, then opened the lid and placed a mini spittoon with Chinese characteristics inside (it will not be mini when you get it in Lilliput), a simple The toilet is considered finished.

Every time the masters finished using it, the servants would take it out and pour it on the ground when they stopped to rest.

At the end of the eighteenth century, there were not many discerning people in Europe. If you don't pour these into the river, it's already because of the precious water source during the drought!