Fresh Off the Boat, Flying in the End Times

Chapter 32 Little Boy

Pinellia novel

Chapter 32 Little Boy

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Chapter 32 The little boy’s

subtle warmth and coolness enveloped Zuo Ling.

If Zuo Ling hadn't turned on his spatial abilities, his five senses would be different from ordinary people's and would be difficult to detect.

Intuition that this object will be of great help to her in improving her abilities, and it can reduce the damage caused by absorbing energy.

God help me! God help me! Zuo Ling excitedly kissed the strange stone.

I remembered that I once bought a mobile phone bag that could be hung around my neck. I rummaged through the clutter in the space and found it.

Take it out and put the strange stone into the mobile phone bag.

Check again and again whether the mobile phone bag is secure and everything is in place.

Hang it around your neck and keep it close to your body.

The villagers definitely didn't know what was hidden in the futon, and they took it away quietly without anyone noticing.

After checking the other two futons, Zuo Ling was not disappointed.

Finding three high-level energy crystals and a strange stone of unknown origin in one night is already an opportunity that ordinary people can't wait for.

Back in the car, Zuo Ling was so excited that he tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.

It was dawn, and I was awakened by the movement outside the wall.

Look at the time, it's less than 5 o'clock.

I wanted to sleep a little longer, tossing and turning, but I could always hear the whispers outside.

After awakening her space powers, Zuo Ling's five senses were much sharper than ordinary people, and no matter how small the sound was, she could not escape her ears.

He got up and got out of the car, pulling his hair back a little.

Hearing the car door ring, there was another commotion outside the courtyard.

Simply opening the courtyard door, Zuo Ling was stunned.

There were dozens of men and women, old and young, and several half-year-old children.

The old village chief stood at the front.

"Girl... girl, you... you... wake up."

Contrary to yesterday's coldness, the old village chief's dark face was squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape, and there was a hint of flattery in his voice.

"Ah... good morning, good morning, everyone... it's so early!"

An aunt came forward, took Zuo Ling's hand, and said with a smile:

"Girl, you didn't sleep last night, okay? It's all my fault, my old man, why? Can I arrange a place for you? Can anyone live here? Come on, go to my house, go to my house.”

It’s the village chief’s aunt.

Withdrawing his hand, Zuo Ling politely declined: "No, aunt, I'll be leaving in a moment."