The Transmigrated Farming Girl

It's not that it's grown up, or that it's become magnificent.

But I don't know how to do it. For a while, it was as hot as the scorching sun baking the earth.

Xiaoyu is in it, just like being baked by a big fire.

After a while, it was snowy again. The rain shivered with cold.

"What do you smoke? Let me live or not Xiaoyu cursed loudly.

But the space did not change because of her words.

On the contrary, it became more and more intense. For a while, she felt that she was going to be roasted, and for a while, she felt that she was going to be frozen.

When she was tormented repeatedly, a sudden chill passed through her body.

Let her comfortable light hum: "hum... Very comfortable..."

This kind of feeling, let her even step on the hot land, or in the ice and snow, will not feel uncomfortable.

She's bouncing around in the space.

A moment to pick a Sydney to eat, a moment to pick a cucumber to chew. Beautiful mood!

The space is strange, though changeable.

But the crops where they are are growing as usual, without any signs of damage.

She continued to jump under the apple tree. Ready to pick a bunch of grapes to eat.

I found that the small stone on the tree had changed from a small stone to the size of a fist, and now it was as big as a medium bowl.

And the whole body of the stone is red, similar to the red meteorite.

After a few minutes, the little stone was covered with frost, and finally wrapped in a thick piece of ice.

That's how it keeps evolving.

"I / F, this space change can't be caused by you?"

"What the hell are you, with so much energy. Isn't it a monster? "

As soon as light rain's voice fell, the frozen stone suddenly cracked a small gap.

The ice outside is also falling.

"Er... I just said a word of monster, and you were angry?"

Xiaoyu covers his mouth with one hand and looks at Xiaoshi with a guilty heart.

"Well... Don't be angry. You are not a monster. You are good-looking. You are so poor compared with me."

"Click!" The little stone cracked a small crack again.

Xiaoyu is angry, hands akimbo, glaring at Xiaoshi.

"Grass, I said casually, you still touch porcelain! Believe it or not, I'll break you into eight pieces

"Click... Click... Click..." the little stone cracked more.

Xiaoyu is scared and wants to hold it with both hands, "don't, I'm wrong. It's all my fault. Don't be angry.

After a while, it's time to break it into slag. At that time, even if you use 502 glue, it won't stick back. "

Hearing Xiaoyu's words, Xiaoshi was not in the crack, so he stayed quietly on the tree.

Xiaoyu sighed, "my mother, I'm scared to death!"

Looking at the small stones with cracks all over his body, he worried: "what can I do now? I can't stick it back for you!

No matter how angry you are, you can't get back at me with yourself.

I don't know if you can grow well. If you die like this, isn't it a pity? "

As soon as Xiaoyu's voice fell, the little stones all broke with a click.

"Ah

Xiaoyu screams and covers her eyes with her hands. She can't bear to see again.

"Don't blame me, little stone. I just say something casually. I don't know you're serious..."

"Squeak..."

Xiaoyu seems to hear something.