Author: Qi Liang Broken Silver

Cheng Miaomiao didn't care that he had abilities beyond ordinary people.

On the contrary, she was happy about it.

Even though she couldn't explain why she was happy now, she subconsciously felt that Ji Huai was going to become the same kind as her, not the same kind in the true sense, but the same kind in the eyes of the human race.

Two little monsters who strayed into the human race.

This realization made Cheng Miaomiao very excited. Her pair of dark eyes were so dark and bright that even the upcoming heavy rain and mudslides were forgotten by her and she looked at him with shining eyes.

"Brother Ji Huai, what do your dreams look like?"

His eyes sparkled with undisguised curiosity.

No fear, no doubt.

Ji Huai paused for a moment and was keenly aware of her heartfelt recognition. Although she was very enthusiastic about him before, he could feel that there was an insurmountable gap between him and her.

From the moment he told what he saw in his dream, this barrier began to disappear and turned into recognition.

It seems that the two of them are closely related.

Kindred, not companions.

The burning feeling of the totem in the palm of his right hand became stronger. Ji Huai lowered his eyelashes slightly, pinched his wrist bones and pressed his palm down without changing his expression, and said: "I just saw fragmentary pictures, but there is such a thing that I have to do all these things."

A strong premonition of something happening.”

"I'm just telling you this." He said softly.

"Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this!"

Cheng Miaomiao immediately raised her chest and promised.

After saying that, she was so excited that her red face wrinkled again, and she struggled: "But we have to tell the people in the village about the heavy rain, and we have to ask my father to help find Uncle Zeng."

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So this has to be said again.

Once you say it out loud, it's easy for adults to notice something strange.

Ji Huai smiled softly at her and said, "It doesn't matter. Just let me talk to Uncle Cheng and the others about this."

"ah?"

Cheng Miaomiao's face was full of confusion.

Ji Huai pursed his slightly white lips, rubbed her little head, stood up and said, "Can you still contact the flying squirrel? You can let him find Uncle Zeng's location first, and then remove Uncle Zeng from him tomorrow.

Bring it down from the mountain."

"I can!"

This idea coincided with her plan to impress people in the illustrated book.

Cheng Miaomiao's expression instantly became arrogant, and she gave him a look that said, "It's such a coincidence that you think so too, we are really awesome." He immediately used the mental link to contact Momonga.

"But it said that you need to smell Uncle Zeng's scent."

"Then take it next door and smell it."

Ji Huai's expression was calm and his tone was very calm.

Cheng Miaomiao didn't expect anything was wrong. She nodded seriously and ran to the small yard next door. As she ran, she called Zeng Ziji to let him come out to eat.

Take a trip and do two things!

As expected of her!

After watching her bouncing back disappear, Ji Huai lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his right hand, which had recovered. His dark eyes were full of calm, and he casually messed up his temple hair with his hands, letting down a few strands of slightly hasty bangs.

His face turned slightly pale, and even the blood on his lips faded.

Ji Huai blinked lightly, and his eyes were replaced by panic. He looked like he was scared out of his mind, and then ran into the kitchen with a panic-stricken look on his face, showing the vulnerability of a child for the first time.

Ye Ning was scraping the fish scales neatly with a kitchen knife when he heard the noise and looked up.

Ji Huai was shocked when he saw Ji Huai's pale face. He quickly put down the knife and fish and said anxiously: "Brother Huai, what's wrong with you? Why does your face become so ugly?"

As soon as she stood up, Ji Huai plunged into her arms.

This is exactly the same as the movements Cheng Miaomiao makes every time, even the rhythm of the steps is the same.

His fingers tightly grasped the hem of her clothes, and a slightly trembling and muffled voice sounded: "Aunt Ye, I just had a nightmare."

Ye Ning's nervous heart suddenly relaxed and she couldn't help crying or laughing.

Ji Huai had always behaved more calmly than other children of his age, which almost made her forget that he was still only a seven or eight-year-old child. She smiled and comforted him: "It's just a nightmare. Dreams are all reversed. Don't be afraid."

"What kind of nightmare is this that scares our brother Huai like this?

Her voice is very gentle.

Ji Huai's slightly trembling body gradually stabilized, he raised his head, looked at her with his dark and moist eyes, and said: "I dreamed that there was a flood in the village, and mud mixed with stones rushed down from Xiaohuai Mountain and flooded the village.

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His voice trembled when he said this.

Ye Ning playfully touched the child's cold face with the back of her hand and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid. It's been a long time since it rained in our village. Let alone floods, there hasn't even been a light rain."

"No, Auntie!"

Ji Huai's face was pale and he shook his head vigorously.

He clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said with a frightened expression: "This dream is very real. I saw the flood destroyed the house, and many people fell into the water. Uncle Cheng, Uncle Cheng, he was killed by the flood in order to save people."

Swept away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the calm expression on Ye Ning's face suddenly solidified.

This is indeed something Erlang can do.

The young boy's expression suddenly changed from panic to angry, and he said: "The village chief uncle asked everyone to hold the driftwood or tree trunks. We hugged the bamboo in time, but when we met Mrs. Zhao on the road, she pushed Miaomiao into the water!"

Ye Ning's expression completely disappeared.

Not to mention, if Brother Huai's dream really happened, Mrs. Zhao might really do such a thing.

She breathed out slowly, lowered her head and looked at him, and said seriously: "Brother Huai, don't worry, this is just a nightmare..."

"Tonight the village chief's uncle's house is eating fried bacon and chicken stewed with garlic. Tomorrow Aunt Li will borrow a bullock cart. I have seen all this in my dream," Ji Huai grabbed the corner of her clothes, with clear black and white eyes.

Full of prayers.”

"Auntie, I don't think it was a nightmare."

Ye Ning fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, he said: "Brother Huai, you are not young anymore. You should know better than to tease adults."

Ji Huai just shook his head.

The corners of her pale lips pursed: "Aunt, I have never had such a real dream."

Ye Ning looked at his slightly dazed expression and began to think about the authenticity of his words. After seeing too many strange things that happened to Miaomiao, she is now very tolerant of such things.

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The three children stayed at home throughout the afternoon.

Ji Huai even slept on the recliner all afternoon. During this period, no one came to tell him what kind of food the village chief's family had cooked. She only had to go to the village chief's house to confirm whether the dream was true or not.

After all, what he said was very detailed.

If there is really going to be a heavy rain and flood, they must be prepared to evacuate in advance.

Ye Ning's expression became solemn.

She lowered her head and looked at Ji Huai, and said seriously: "Let's go to the village chief's house first to check the situation. If it's true, then we have to go to the mountain to find Dr. Zeng first to prevent him from being trapped in the mountain."
Chapter completed!