No matter how much Shen Xingmian emphasizes to people that Xue Tuan doesn't bite, it probably won't have any effect. After all, the fear of tigers is almost ingrained in humans' genes.
Those who didn't know fear have probably already been eaten, and their genes haven't been passed down.
She walked up to the boy and patted the snowball's big head, letting him see that the snowball was harmless. Only then did he awkwardly walk to the front door and crane his neck to look inside.
There was a commotion inside. He really wanted to go in and see what was going on and why there was a rooster crowing. His mother told his father not to pay attention to her voice, as it sounded quite strong.
It's strange in every way.
"Your mother is all better now. Go in and see her quickly. I have to keep on my way, so I'll be going now. See you again in the Northern Border if fate allows."
Shen Xingmian flipped over and mounted the tiger's back, finally realizing the dashing departure he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.
Once the snowball had run far away and the village was no longer in sight, Shen Xingmian burst into unrestrained laughter.
"My dear Snowball, you know what, this feeling of showing off is actually pretty awesome!"
I bet by now, in that family's mind, I'm definitely a fairy from heaven. Before tomorrow, the whole village will know my legend. Just thinking about it is both funny and novel; it's so interesting!
"It's so much fun to show off! I'm going to keep doing it, giddy up—!"
Snowball shook its head in dissatisfaction. "What do you mean by 'drive'? I'm not a horse. That's an insult to tigers."
But it could only complain in its heart; it didn't hesitate at all in its actions, spreading its four big claws and speeding away.
It was already afternoon when I left home, and I lingered at Zhao Xiaoshan's house for a while. After running for a short time, it got dark.
The tiger's eyes are very useful at night, but Shen Xingmian couldn't quite find her way, so she simply stopped and went back to her space to rest.
The convenience of having space is even more apparent when traveling. You don't have to go into town to find an inn at night; you can go wherever you want and return directly to the most comfortable place to rest.
It's amazing that you can take a hot shower too.
Shen Xingmian felt that if she actually went to stay at an inn and didn't stay in a superior room, she probably wouldn't be able to adapt well and would become spoiled by the space.
Most of the agricultural products she had previously stockpiled had been left in the North, leaving the warehouse quite empty. Since she didn't need much sleep at night, she simply continued planting to try and fill the warehouse again.
The problem is, while sowing seeds is relatively easy and stimulating growth is even simpler, harvesting them is a different story.
If all else fails, she'll just keep planting corn. After all, there are harvesters available, and once the corn is ripe, it can be harvested directly by machine and threshed into kernels, making it the easiest crop to grow.
She still needs to research how to add more "one-click harvesting" functions to the space, as relying on machines is still too inefficient.
Consciousness and space are connected, so why can't her spatial ability use consciousness to precisely sever the connection between the fruit and the branch?
If possible, she can practice and gradually achieve remote control.
Shen Xingmian stared at the apples on the branch, but found they were too far away to see clearly. So he simply closed his eyes and used his spatial ability to sense them. He found that he could actually sense them!
The connection between the apple and the branch is not strong; with a little skill, they can be separated.
She concentrated and tried to condense her spatial ability into a blade to slice the apple off.
After trying again and again, finally, with a slight sound, the apple fell from the branch.
Shen Xingmian happily took the apple in his hand and examined it carefully. The bottom was a smooth cut, which was obviously made by his own spatial ability.
Her control over her superpowers seems to have improved again, which is wonderful.
Grasp that faint feeling, she continued to explore, trying to see if she could operate on multiple fronts and pick multiple apples at once.
This process was a bit difficult to control. She tried several times, but could only control a maximum of three, which was very inefficient.
Since that's the case, she won't be greedy. Three is fine too, as long as it increases her speed. Keep picking three after three, and as long as she's fast enough, she can pick all the leaves off a tree in no time.
Shen Xingmian had a good plan, but after only half a tree, she experienced the feeling of mental exhaustion. If she dared to do it again, she would probably experience the pain of needles pricking her brain.
She stopped in time, suppressing a slight dizziness and nausea, picked the apple that looked best, and started eating it with gusto.
The sweet juice slid down my throat, and in no time, the discomfort in my body was relieved a little.
Okay, the "wool" that fell from her "little lamb" has finally been used back on her.
This was originally a new idea that came to mind on a whim. Shen Xingmian didn't insist on becoming very skilled. He would come for a while whenever he had time, and rest when he got tired.
She's already in a good enough state; she wouldn't deliberately seek out abuse.
After dinner, she washed up early and went to bed, enjoying her time alone.
Ahhh, her long-lost electronic devices!
First, I found a novel, set it to 2.5x speed, and then I found a mindless match-3 game. I listened to the novel while scrolling through the screen.
Operating on two fronts, they look very busy.
After working for more than two hours and listening to the novel reach a minor climax, she finally turned off both phones, satisfied, and closed her eyes to sleep.
When Shen Xingmian woke up the next day, she first felt guilty for wasting two hours the night before. After saying that she would like to do it again next time, she got up to wash up and have breakfast.
What a joke! She's a living, breathing human being, not some programmed AI. How could she possibly be working all the time without a single moment of leisure?
She's already done a lot of work to get to where she is!
There was plenty of cooked food in the room; a simple self-service meal made for a hearty breakfast. She ate to her heart's content, changed her clothes, and prepared to go out.
In the North, she could go anywhere without disguise, but once she left the North, she still had the identity of a "fugitive" and had to be more careful.
Although she didn't know what to be careful of, those people couldn't catch her.
However, if someone were to discover her whereabouts and have to start tracking her, it would be too much trouble for other workers. It's better not to cause trouble for them.
Keep a low profile.
She was still somewhat familiar with the way back; at least every time she passed through a town, she remembered what delicious food it had to offer.
Along the way, she stocked up on a lot of cooked food, but there weren't many that she had been craving for so long.
There was nothing we could do; we went further and further astray, so naturally, good things became fewer and fewer.
This time it's different! She's sure there will be many surprises waiting for her along the way!
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