Gu Zhaozhao, the leader of the wood system in the apocalypse, turned into a pitiful three-and-a-half-year-old ancient child when he opened his eyes.
Ma, the eldest uncle, was holding the back of her head and drowning her in the water tank. She turned around and wanted to sell her two-year-old brother to Yapo.
Gu Zhaozhao sneered, his wood power moved slightly, and a grass thorn directly pierced Ma's wrist.
The Shennong Space is opened, the spiritual spring is gurgling, and supplies are piled up like mountains.
The uncle's family took advantage of the ten thousand taels of silver left by their biological father, and wanted to send their siblings to the ancestral hall to be imprisoned.
Gu Zhaozhao waved his little hand.
Overnight, not even a grain of rice was left in the granary, and even the broken silver under the pickle jar was moved cleanly.
The Buddhist hall collapsed, and the ten thousand taels of silver notes hidden in the cracks in the wall disappeared.
The eldest uncle and auntie were at each other's throats in the yard, accusing each other of stealing from their private houses, causing a great deal of commotion.
The severe drought came, the well water dried up, and the whole village fled in panic.
Gu Zhaozhao led his younger brother, who had a chubby face, and pushed a broken cart while Shi Shiran walked on the road out of the village.
The cart was covered with a broken straw mat, and under the straw mat were piles of white rice and bacon.
Xiaobao bit the candy cake and pointed towards the distance Zhaozhao.
"Brother, let's go to Liangzhou to settle the score with dad."
Three and a half years old is still too weak.