Chapter 815

I'm a sign language genius.

Lin Beichen is overjoyed, and takes heipimei girl's success in finding books as her own credit.

The next thing to do is simple.

He tried to use death mobile phone to scan this book, which only has more than ten pages and looks very rough, to see if it can generate a Book app like cheating in the third junior college.

This is the most basic function of death mobile phone.

As long as you can generate an app, once the app is running, you can master the text as if you were practicing martial arts.

It's almost a disguised translator.

"Oh, yes."

It turns out that Lin Da Shao's brain is very smart.

A new app has been created in the app mall of death mobile phone.

The name of this app is "cultivation and cultivation of crisp fruit".

you 're right.

Little Heipi took this rough and simple book, which is actually a rough guide for Baiyue tribe to plant crisp fruit. It's very simple, but the content also contains most of the words of Baiyue tribe.

He can at least understand the characters of Baiyue tribe by using the app [cultivation and cultivation of crisp fruit]. Even if he can't pronounce, he can read and write.

The most basic communication can be carried out.

Bai Xiaoxiao looks at Lin Beichen curiously.

She is 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 is handsome.

For the first time, I saw Lin Beichen, a beautiful young man with sword eyebrows, star eyes, inner charm, handsome and vigorous facial features. There were ripples in Bai Xiaoxin's heart.

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

Lin Beichen waved his hand with a smile, picked up a dead branch and wrote a line on the ground——

"My name is Lin Beichen. What's your name?"

Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned on the spot.

It turns out that he knows the characters of the white moon tribe.

Why did you act like you couldn't communicate before.

"No doubt, I just learned your tribal language... I'm not only a beautiful man, but also a language genius."

Lin Beichen seems to see through Bai Xiaoxiao's doubts and write a line on the ground.

Language genius?

There was a trace of doubt on the little white and beautiful oval face.

No matter how talented a person is, it is impossible for him to learn from a complete ignorance in such a short period of time with only one reference book?

Bai Xiaoxiao asked questions continuously.

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

Bai Xiaoxiao believed in such an explanation.

She also picked up a branch and wrote on the ground, "my name is Bai Xiaoxiao... Why did you say your name is Zhu?"

Zhu?

Lin Beichen stayed.

What the hell?

Why don't I know my name is Zhu?

Is it

I had a good time communicating with that old man.

Lin Beichen began to doubt life. How did the old guy with one leg, one eye and one arm translate sign language? What did you say to others?

He was about to write on the ground and continued to ask, when unexpected changes appeared.

Only one hundred meters away in a farmland, suddenly came the sound of panic, which is also mixed with the sound of weeping.

Twenty or thirty tribesmen were alarmed and gathered around.

White small see this scene, also seem to realize what.

Black beauty girl's pretty face flashed a strong color of worry. She couldn't care to communicate with Lin Beichen any more. She left the branch, turned around and ran towards the farmland.

Lin Beichen is curious and follows him.

When we got near, we saw a few middle-aged women in shabby sackcloth holding the dried up fruit trees and crying sadly under the green fruit trees in the farmland.

And the other tribesmen next to them all looked sad.

It's a big thing that fruit trees wither.

Some comforted these middle-aged women, while others observed the withered fruit trees carefully, trying to find out the cause of the withered fruit trees

Most of the farmland soil in the city is very special, most of the crops can not be planted, only this emerald fruit tree can grow.

The seeds of this kind of fruit tree were the genius of the tribe at that time. Now Bai Qinyun, the saint of the ruins, came from a very dangerous place for Bai Yue tribe.

Over the years, the white moon tribe has been barely able to survive on this kind of fruit which does not require high fertility.

Although cuiguo has a bad taste, it can be planted and the yield is not low, but it is easy to preserve. It has always been the main food source for Baiyue tribe to survive in such a difficult environment.

But I don't know why. In the past half a year, the emerald trees in the city began to wither. The patriarchs, elders and witch doctors tried every means to reverse this terrible trend.

In order to survive, Baiyue tribe had to take the risk of planting cuiguoshu in the mountains outside the city.

Although the plants survived, and high walls and stone statues were set up to protect the farmland, they were often destroyed by monsters in the wilderness. Several times, when the fruit trees were ripe, they were destroyed and wasted overnight by monsters, and months of hard work was wasted.

In addition, in the process of planting, cultivation and harvesting, there will also be the danger of being hunted and killed by demons, resulting in the white moon

The loss of the tribe's population is enormous.

As a last resort, the tribe focused its efforts on planting cuiguoshu in the city. More than 200 experienced tribesmen were selected to take care of cuiguoshu day and night, hoping to prolong the life of cuiguoshu

But did not expect, no matter what way, emerald trees or large areas of withered.

This afternoon, the emerald trees in this farmland still look lively, but in the twinkling of an eye, more than 30 trees withered at the speed visible to the naked eye

The tribal women who took care of the farmland began to cry in agony

On the faces of all the tribesmen, there appeared the color of confusion and sadness.

Is it the great God of ruins who wants to abandon the white moon tribe?

Why did cuiguoshu die in pieces?

"Mu Aung, Qing Aung, don't cry. I can't blame you. It's because they are sick. There's no way..."

Bai Xiaoxiao's face was dim, and he pursed his mouth tightly.

She could only console the wailing women in vain and observe the dead fruit trees carefully.

But nothing was found.

Because these emerald fruit trees, like the previous signs, look very normal. There are no insects, no broken branches, good roots, no external damage, but they wither quickly without any sign

The whole process is visible to the naked eye.

It's like being sucked away by something terrible in the dark.

What should I do?

If it goes on like this, once the cuiguoshu in the city is dead, the Baiyue tribe will not be able to survive and face the crisis of extinction.

The tribesmen around expressed sadness and despair.

At this time, Lin Beichen probably saw some clues.

He went under the emerald tree and pressed his palm gently on the withered bark.

The next moment, his face, showing a strange color.

Why?

The fruit tree is not dead.

There is still life.

With a little exploration of the innate mysterious Qi of the wood system, he could feel that there was a faint force of life of the wood system jumping and flashing deep in the root of the fruit tree.

What's going on?

Lin Beichen frowned, and continued to investigate other withered emerald trees with the innate mystery of the wood system. At the same time, he secretly thought about the reason for this situation.

A moment later, he understood.

There's a chance to get inside the tribe.

With a light cough, Lin Beichen came to Bai Xiaoxiao and wrote a line on the ground with a branch.

I'm always with you.

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