The Raised Villagers Crawled Out of the Game

Suddenly there was a game on Su Cheng's phone, in which she picked up a few villagers to farm for her. These villagers have different personalities, some are depressed, some are irritable, some are sad, some are missing arms and legs, some are missing arms and legs. As the only normal person among this group of people, Su Cheng, the landlord, lived like an old mother who was worried about her son. Another year of citrus harvest season, Su Cheng was carrying a basket on her back and picking up tangerines with scissors in her hand. As she cut, a cough came from the distance. Villager No. 3, Who tilted his head to look at her, held a hoe in his hand. A mess of fallen flowers covered his whole body. Villager No. 3 Dug a few times with his hoe and looked at Su Cheng with a frail look. Su Cheng hurriedly peeled the orange in his hand and took a bite, which made his face collapse. The apple blossoms on my tree look like a fairy's funeral flowers. Maomao frowned and Su Cheng said: "This year's tangerines are so sour." Grit your teeth.