However, the little white dragon suddenly stirred up a huge wave, throwing the two star gods to the other side. Before they could fly over, he used the wind and rain to lift the little zombie's schoolbag over.
He didn't know how to open the package, so he tore it open randomly, grabbed a handful of black pepper flavored potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth. With a crunching sound, his crystal clear eyes suddenly enlarged.
When you take a bite, the flavors of various spices burst out in your mouth, mixed with the aroma of fried potatoes. This potato chip is much thicker than ordinary potato chips, sprinkled with some pepper, which is stimulating and refreshing.
He was active thousands of years ago, when the offerings he received were extremely primitive, spices were as expensive as gold, and boiled meat in plain water was already very good. The most delicious thing he remembered was the roasted meat that the emperor presented to him as a tribute, sprinkled with some black pepper from the Western Regions.
Until now, he still remembers the rare taste of black pepper.
The spices added to the potato chips were carefully adjusted by countless people and were a scent bomb that almost made him dazed.
For a moment, the only thing in his mind was black pepper potato chips, and nothing else could be thought of.
Even when two star gods flew in front of him, he didn't react.
When Zhang Tianshi saw this scene, he quickly advised: "Xingjun, please be patient, this matter can still be discussed."
Xiao Bailong tore the package open further, poured the potato chips into his mouth, chewed them in two or three bites and swallowed them, his face remained unchanged: "...so-so."
The next second, the white jade-like claws rested on other potato chips.
They were a little confused, their filters on the dragon began to crack, and they talked in low voices.
"So the Chinese people's foodie genes were passed down from dragons?"
Zhang Tianshi saw that Little White Dragon had loosened up a bit, so he struck while the iron was hot and continued, "There are many ordinary things like this in the human world. If you insist on destroying the human world, you won't be able to taste them."
Xiao Bailong fell into deep thought. He knew that humans were good at cooking, but he didn't expect that human cooking technology had improved so much after a thousand years.
A thousand years ago, he would be willing to exchange a year's offerings for a bag of potato chips with this flavor.
If he could eat something like this every day...his life would be better than before.
"You have a point," he said in spite of himself.
They were holding weapons, and they could neither go up nor down in one breath.
After all this time, the dragon that was about to fall into the devil's way was actually bribed by a little food and stopped falling into the devil's way...
How embarrassing it is for those who are obsessed and unable to extricate themselves.
They suddenly understood why the Ji River had been so docile for thousands of years, so docile that it was called the Gentleman's River.
The God of the Ji River eats and sleeps all day long. Isn't he a "gentleman" who does not fight or compete?
Zhang Tianshi continued to add fuel to the fire, exaggerating the situation, saying, "That's right, don't let your anger get the better of you. You have to consider your own interests. If you flood the Acropolis, you will definitely become an enemy of the human world. Not only will you run out of food, you may even be killed."
"What?" Little White Dragon was stunned, incredulous: "How dare you humans challenge the gods? Where do you get the confidence from?"
He turned his head to look at the two star gods and said firmly: "Are they these two people?" Humans cannot deal with gods, so they called for help.
However, Zhang Tianshi took out his cell phone and played the video: "Do you know about nuclear bombs?"
Ten minutes later, the image of the mushroom cloud lingered in Xiao Bailong's mind. He looked confused and fell into deep silence.
The human world... actually already has this kind of technology.
Not to mention the little white dragon, even the two star gods who were friendly forces were a little frightened.
The little white dragon murmured, "I saw the breath of the sun above. Have you received the blessing of Xihe?"
Xihe is the sun god.
An Rugu: "...That is a nuclear bomb with a yield of 10,000 tons. It uses nuclear fusion reaction and can make a medium-sized city disappear into thin air. It would be strange if there is no breath of the sun."
Nuclear fusion reactions are also taking place inside the sun every moment.
Little White Dragon: “…”
Faced with the threat of strong force, Xiaobailong's desire to survive surged wildly, and his brain finally became clear.
He didn't want to be bombarded by something like the sun.
At the same time, the thunder stopped in the sky, the water level gradually dropped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun rarely appeared.
At the same time, the black demonic energy in the surroundings no longer grew but dissipated, and the clean and clear divine aura once again took the dominant position.
The people on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in their hearts fell.
Unless they are forced into a desperate situation, they are unwilling to become enemies with the dragon.
Zhang Tianshi's words were a bit exaggerated. Nuclear weapons are too lethal and will only be used when both sides are desperate. Zhang Tianshi probably just wanted to scare the other side, and the other side was really scared by him.
But no one exposed it - the use of force to deter others is really effective
However, at this moment, the little white dragon seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly raised his head, his beard and hair fluttering, and he was filled with murderous intent: "But I have a life-and-death feud with He Bo. If I don't take revenge, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
He is the Jishui River, and the Jishui River is also him. He and the Jishui River are inseparable. The upper and lower reaches of the Jishui River were eroded by the Yellow River, which was equivalent to beating him to death and almost falling.
Even a clay man can get angry. He has always been a Buddhist and has never been so angry before. His brain is almost dizzy with anger.
He who doesn't avenge himself would not be a gentleman!
Even though Zhang Tianshi was well-informed, he had never heard of such a request, so he asked curiously, "How do we take revenge?"
“Let the Jishui River return to the world!”
Everyone: “???”
Is this reproducible?
Everyone tried to persuade him, but the little white dragon refused to give in. He rode on the clouds and stirred up the water: "I only have this one request."
"I am the God of the Ji River. Without the Ji River, what am I?"
Zhang Tianshi was rarely confused: "Where does the water come from?"
The little white dragon's mind moved slightly, and a huge wave suddenly rose behind him: "Don't worry, there is enough water. I can swallow other water when the time comes. Don't worry about this problem."
"I am one of the four great rivers. I will not be content unless I take back the original river course."
Mr. Sun, deputy director of the Special Management Bureau, urgently checked the satellite map and advised: "The upper section of the ancient river channel of the Jishui River was blocked by silt left by the Yellow River, but it is still intact. If the impact force is sufficient, the river channel can indeed be opened."
“After reaching the back of Juye Lake, which is the lower section, it has been taken away by the Yellow River and flows into the sea.”
"Master Bailong, even if you restore the river course to the lower reaches, it will still merge with the Yellow River and flow into the sea, and you will not be able to take revenge."
What he meant was that he was persuading him to give up.
However, the little white dragon shook its head, winding and colorful, with every scale shining: "Then I will open up a new river channel."
"The Ji River disappears and reappears three times. Even if the current is small, it will still flow into the sea."
Of course, this "subtlety" is in contrast to the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. The real Jishui River is a big river with great majesty.
The people in the Special Management Bureau looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and had to report the news to their superiors.
Zhang Tianshi was extremely anxious, and lowered his voice to An Rugu and said, "His request is very difficult. The appearance of Jishui is unknown whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. Can you calculate it for me, young friend?"
He is not a water conservancy worker and is not very clear about the consequences.
An Rugu closed his eyes and calculated for a while. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes: "The advantages outweigh the disadvantages."
As if responding to her, the water conservancy worker next to her blushed with excitement: "My university graduation thesis was about the Ji River. The Ji River can be brought to life. Let's not talk about other meanings, just the economic significance. The economy of the coastal basin will definitely take off!"
Zhang Tianshi took a deep breath when he heard this, his heart was pounding, and he pulled out a few strands of his beard. It turned out to be so good?
The news was reported up the chain of command, and they didn't have to wait too long before news came back immediately.
The ending was just six words, but every word was as golden as gold, shocking everyone so much that they couldn't recover: "The Jishui plan has been approved."
The headquarters of the Acropolis Water Conservancy System received an alarm: "Ding ding ding ding, the underground river water has reached the xxx warning line!"
The staff were shocked. The groundwater had never reached such a height in hundreds of years.
The rain has stopped, but the groundwater is still rising. What's going on?
His eyes widened, a strange thought flashed through his mind, and he hissed, "The Weicheng is the source of the Jishui River. Is the Jishui River going to reappear?"
The underground river swelled rapidly again due to the continuous heavy rains, which reminded him of the Jishui River, one of the four ancient rivers that originated from the Acropolis and disappeared in the Acropolis.
A colleague next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You've watched too much TV. It's caused by heavy rain again. Now that the rain has stopped, the groundwater will stabilize soon."
"I think I'm overthinking it." The staff patted his chest and retracted his thoughts, but he was a little disappointed: "If the Jishui River reappears, it won't be a bad thing."
Many people in Weicheng have forgotten the Jishui River, but the water conservancy workers will not forget it because it is their profession.
Almost every water conservancy worker has fantasized about the scene where the Jishui River still exists.
My colleague followed his train of thought and nodded in agreement: "We lack a stable river in central China. If the Jishui River reappears, it will give us many ports and big cities for free. Wouldn't the economy take off?"
"And where a big river flows into the sea, there must be a big city, equivalent to multiple international metropolises with tens of millions of people."
As the staff listened to his analysis of the economic significance, an idea suddenly occurred to them: “Not to mention the significance in other aspects.”
In ancient times, the Ji River was like a sword of Kaifeng, shining with cold light, connecting the central and eastern parts, and its strategic significance soared.
My colleague imagined the scenes of other countries jumping up and down and laughed: “Hahahahahaha.”
"Who wouldn't want to move mountains and fill the sea? But only gods can do it. Stop talking and report the matter quickly."
The two did not take it seriously and directly passed the information that the groundwater level had reached the highest alarm level in history to their superiors.
Soon, news came from the superiors.
The staff member was stunned for a moment, flipped through the information, and his pupils shrank inch by inch: "What?!"
Seeing him so flustered, his colleagues teased him, "Why are you so panicked? Learn from me. I would only be surprised if the Ji River appeared."
The staff member's expression suddenly became complicated. After a long silence, he passed the information to his colleague.
colleague:"???"
Jishui is about to be born???
Acropolis Reservoir
The dark clouds above the Acropolis dissipated, revealing a clear sky. After days of heavy rain, the sky finally appeared, and the haze in the hearts of the people in the Acropolis finally dissipated.
The water level in the urban area is also sinking. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the drainage speed is faster than usual.
While the people of the Acropolis were cheering, the water level of the Acropolis Reservoir had already reached its historical highest record.
Several helicopters descended on the reservoir, buzzing.
The people in the Special Management Bureau did not believe Xiao Bailong for the time being, as they were worried that something might happen to him. After some communication, An Rugu and several others took on the task.
The little white dragon's scales are like white jade, reflecting the sparkling lake, as if it will become an immortal in the next second.
The little white dragon stuck out its head, splashing crystal clear water droplets, and complained softly: "I am water, and water is me. I said I would not hurt anyone, so why don't you believe me?"
According to the plan, he will act as the leader, carrying thousands of feet of water, breaking through difficulties and obstacles, rushing into the sea and never returning.
——Revisit the expert-revised version of the ancient Jishui Road.
Everyone laughed and brushed the matter aside: "It's just to give you guidance."
"Miss An and the others are watching the terrain from the air. If anything goes wrong, you will have an extra layer of protection."
"Okay." The little white dragon looked up at An Rugu by the lake, raised his dragon claws, as if galloping in the clouds and waves, and his eyes fell on the schoolbag filled with potato chips in her hand.
He regretted saying that the potato chips tasted average, and now, for the sake of face, he felt a little embarrassed to speak again.
He thought for a while and could only say: "This machine is so noisy, do you want to stand on me?"
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