Chapter 47

"So." Rodney thought about it. He didn't have any intuitive feeling about the water shortage in Juba. After all, it's far less than that in Iruma, but there are sandstorms. If it wasn't for the struggle of doto and others, I'm afraid it would be the same as Iruma.

However, according to the situation of the sandstorm just now, I'm afraid it will dry up in less than half a year.

Since kousha is still there, it shows that the situation is not bad enough for him to join the rebel army. It shows that he still has confidence in kobula. However, klocdal obstructs it and wants to erase the oasis city of Juba from the map.

But the atmosphere here is a little

Forget it, this is not what he should care about, as long as he dismisses the Baroque working society and defeats klockdar before the rebellion, Shasha fruit

I said goodbye to Dorothy and didn't ask why the old man appeared here. Maybe it was nocturnal?

Standing in front of the narrow window, looking at the quiet desert in the night, if there are shouhe or I love Luo's sand, I don't know what kind of expression that guy will show when they are against klockdale, will it be very interesting?

However, the sand is meaningless to the sand. Klockdale's weakness is too obvious, and he relies too much on the fruit. Relying on the favorable weather, location and people here, he can use terrible power. However, once he touches the water, the sand will condense, and he will temporarily lose the ability of fruit. At that time, his power will be greatly reduced.

At that time, krocdal's strength would be much weaker than Rodney's. hehe, at that time, I didn't want to do whatever I wanted?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, laughing like a villain, and his face was ugly.

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second days early in the morning, the sun was still up, the air was still moist. Rodney got up early and ate a breakfast after he met with a shovel.

Curiously asked: "kousha, sandstorm did not come, what are you doing?"

Kousha explained, "well digging, Yuba can't just rely on the waterway, otherwise everyone will die here." Water is no doubt a precious thing for Wu Hao, just like life. The human body needs water, especially in this arid desert.

There is really not much water in Juba. We can't rely only on those waterways.

"I'll help, too." Rodney said with a smile.

"What's the point? You have helped us a lot. "

"It's OK. I have nothing to do anyway. It's nothing to rest here for a while." Rodney shook his head and laughed. "I can use more shovel for me," he said.

remembered that Rodney used to bow when the sand storm was used. After thanking, he sent for a shovel.

The art of shadow separation!

More than a dozen of them separated, and kousha found a place where there were plants nearby, and they dug up nearby.

"Hey, everybody, for the sake of water, everybody dig hard!"

"Ooh

shovel, shovel by twos and threes and two groups. With the help of chakra and strange force, the speed of digging is very fast, and there are still some individual shadows that feel that the spade is not easy to handle, and directly use the earth to escape.

, kusA, stood there, standing in a blank position, holding a spade, and did not know what to do. Because the shadow had already dug up a lot of sand on the side. Rodney

threw a shovel of sand out, squatted down and touched the sand, some moist, not dry, and felt that the position should be right.

The lower he went, the wetter and cooler the sand was. He nodded and thought it was OK. Looking up, he was already in a big pit more than ten meters deep, shouting: "that, kousha, kousha!"

"Mr. Rodney, I'm here." Kousha lay on the edge of the pit and looked down.

"The right place to dig, there should be water," Rodney said

"That's great." Kousha held his fist hard and couldn't help being happy.

"Go and get some tools to carry the sand. I've tamped the sand around. I can't move it."

"I see. Just a moment, please." Kousha ran back happily and brought a group of people to transport the sand.

Later, Ying Fenshen began to transport sand with kousha and others. The more the sand was transported, the heavier the sand was. The sand was full of water. Instead of piling the sand aside, they prepared to distill water from the sand and drink it.

There are ways to be poor.

If it wasn't for the desert, people here would have figured out how to distill sea water.

"Hey, there's water! wait! Stop digging

Zhongren heard his cry and rushed forward to find Rodney standing on the muddy water. Several of them were still digging. The water was more and more, and they were slowly rising.

"Water! There's water! There's water

"Ha ha ha ha, Yuba can regain the vitality of the past! Great

"God bless you! We can certainly overcome the sandstorm! ""Just wait till it rains! Juba will surely return to its former glory

Digging out fresh water is undoubtedly a heart tonic for the people here. With water, it means that there is life. Juba has blood again, and they can restore the prosperity of Juba.

"Great, there's water!" Kousha clenched his fist, and Juba could hold on for a while. Rodney reappeared at the edge of the puddle. Together with the three bodies, he spread the earth flow wall around the puddle and said, "find a few people to do it again, to avoid direct sunlight and to evaporate the water meaninglessly."

"Yes, Mr. Rodney." Kousha also understood, and then asked people to go to the best bricklayer in yubari to make a sunshade, and make a door to get in and out, so that the sandstorm could do nothing for it, and it would not be easily submerged by the sand.

Although getting water is troublesome, it's better than wasting it.

While the crowd was cheering, Rodney looked into the distance, where the smoke and dust rose, narrowed his eyes, and the color of scarlet appeared at the bottom of his eyes. His eyesight was improved again. Through the smoke and dust, he saw a big tortoise smoking and looking very social crawling here, fast, pulling the car, pink, a little girl.

"That's..." Kousha also noticed the situation over there. Rodney breathed out a breath and said, "maybe it's the killer who came to me. Kousha, you tell the people of Yuba not to come out, or they will be affected."

"But I..." Kousha was about to say that he could help, but he was interrupted by the other party, "these people are very strong killers. It's no use if you go. I'll deal with them better."

With that, he jumped up and disappeared in front of kousha, leaving only a figure behind for kousha.

Looking at his back, kousha clenched his fist again and again. After several struggles, he decided to inform everyone to hide.

……

"Tut, it's a good time." Rodney stood on the way to the turtle and stopped him.

The door of the carriage opened and a group of people came out. Out of the crowd came a bald man with arms in his arms and a word "Fu" on his chest. He was tall and muscular. He was dressed like a martial monk. There were snake patterns on both sides of his chest. His face was cold and he didn't smile.

There is a breath that strangers should not get close to. At first sight, it's the kind of people who don't speak hard.

Compared with him, Rodney was more concerned about the people with legs up, wearing a pink Swan suit, with the words "basin dusk" written on the back, revealing two big hairy legs, with enchanting makeup painted on his face, one leg up, one leg on the ground, like a ballet dancer, shouting: "121, 1, 2121..."

Mr. 2, senior agent of Baroque society, the only one without partner, gender It's a human demon.

There are many strange things on the sea, and there are also many human demons. It seems that there is a country. In the plot, Yamaji spent two years of life there, which is the biggest torture for a luster. He was almost assimilated there

Although Feng clay is a pervert, he is not a good person, but he is not bad.

Forget it, when the time comes, let him go, look at several other people, and focus on a man with a "1" on each side of his face.

Mr. 11, Peidao, Huazhou, liangkuaidao, 50gong!

If you want weapons, someone will send them.