Chapter 517: Turning the typhoon and flood around

"It's okay, it's okay. My clothes are torn, but it doesn't matter." Mianmian waved her hands, saying that she was fine, and then asked, "How is it arranged? If you want to evacuate from the city now, how can Mianmian help?"

As she spoke, the wind blew a plastic bag over.

The weather forecast on residents' phones is warning: "Attention, Typhoon Piaopiao and the waves are approaching. It is predicted that it will pass through the city. Please stay in your house as much as possible. Residents on the lower floors should evacuate in an orderly manner according to the arrangements."

Hearing the sound, Mianmian looked to the side and saw that the clouds in the sky were disturbed, which was enough to show how strong the wind was.

She quickly turned around and asked Xuanwu: "Uncle Xuanwu, do you still want to help?"

Xuanwu stared at Mianmian and said, "If I help, the merit will be credited to me."

"Of course." Mianmian answered quickly, "Since you helped me, of course it will be credited to you."

Xuanwu was silent for a while, glanced at the mortals on the floor who were staring at them curiously, then lowered his eyes and flew higher.

The residents saw Xuanwu flying high, and hurriedly spoke to Mianmian again: "Little aunt, we all know that myths are almost true now. You called him Xuanwu just now, is he the Xuanwu with a tortoise and snake as I thought?"

Few people know the identity of Xuanwu as one of the four innate spirits, but many people know that he is a divine beast.

After all, some online games like to name their divine pets like Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, White Tiger and Black Tortoise.

Since this person asked this question, Mianmian did not lie and nodded seriously: "Yes, it is that Xuanwu."

"If he's willing to help, can he make the typhoon and flood disappear or something?"

"Yeah, I want to know that too."

"Little aunt, please ask for us. I don't dare to talk to him. His eyes are a bit scary."

When Mianmian heard what everyone was saying, she flew to Xuanwu and helped ask these questions.

Xuanwu said calmly: "It's all right. Now, they have stopped temporarily."

Seeing those mortals asking questions, he probably knew that they wanted to interfere with his actions. But since he had decided to help anyway, it was okay to listen to these mortals' opinions.

Mianmian was like a little microphone, telling the residents Xuanwu's answer.

The residents all smiled and whispered to Mianmian, "Little aunt, there is a country in the northeast of our country. They invaded our country in the past and committed all kinds of evil. It was outrageous! Can you ask Lord Xuanwu for a favor and just let the floods and typhoons turn around and go to their place?"

Mianmian knew about this.

Before Feng Xian'er died, she was almost bullied by those people. She burned down the teahouse to avoid being bullied, but she died there with those people.

Now everyone is saying that the typhoon and flood should be sent over. Mianmian turned around and told Xuanwu about it, then stared at Xuanwu with her eyes.

Somehow, Xuanwu saw the word "expectation" in Mianmian's eyes.

He raised an eyebrow: "Do you think this is okay?"

Mianmian turned her face away: "No, Mianmian didn't say it's okay. Anyway, Uncle Xuanwu, it's your choice. There are many countries now, and each country has its own destiny. Everyone is different."

Anyway, this is how the world is, and she is not wrong.

Just like the United States she saw now, didn't the United States also have monster-like creatures? Typhoons are natural disasters, and they are considered dead. No one knows where they will drift! What's more, it will take time to get past them.

Mianmian made a small excuse for her agreement, then looked up and smiled sweetly at Xuanwu.

Xuanwu didn't know how to describe that smile. In short... just now I thought Mianmian was an honest child, but now I find that this child has another side.

"Then I will just blow some air carelessly to make them change direction." As Xuanwu spoke, he really just blew some air.

As soon as the breath was blown out, the sky and the earth cleared up in an instant. The seawater that was rushing towards the city stopped for a moment and returned to the sea. The sea surface was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Mianmian ran back to the residents and told them what Xuanwu had done.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard everyone cheering.

Mianmian couldn't help laughing, and as she laughed, she fell down in the bright sunshine.

She has persisted until now, and it has reached her limit.

Now that the crisis is over and there is no pressure, it is natural for me to rely on sleep to heal the injuries on my body.

In mid-air, after making sure that the breath was blowing in the direction of the island, Xuanwu slowly stepped into the void and took Mianmian in his arms.

As soon as I picked up Mianmian, I heard a question in my ear: "You, who are you, and why are you holding Mianmian?"

That was the little white dragon who came here after he discovered that the rain had stopped and the disaster had disappeared in an instant, and he followed the lingering smell.

Seeing that Xiaobailong was looking at him with hostility, Xuanwu's true form appeared behind him. Just a glance made Xiaobailong tremble with fear.

It is said that the dragon is the master of the sea, more noble and powerful than the turtle and the snake.

But in front of the Xuanwu, which is a turtle and snake in one, they, the dragon clan, are nothing but trash.

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"You, you, don't hold Mianmian, leave Mianmian to me." Even though he was afraid, Xiaobailong still plucked up the courage to confront Xuanwu.

Xuanwu was helpless and too lazy to pay attention to Xiaobailong. He stood on the ground holding Mianmian.

The water receded and the danger was over.

Lulu released all the people who were received into the space.

Everyone was surprised to find that they had returned to the city from the island. They wanted to ask, but when they saw Mianmian fell asleep, they all gathered around her.

Hu Yaoyao saw Mianmian falling asleep and laughed: "I am happy to see that you are not doing well. It would be best if you were dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Zha, who had rushed over, hit him with the Qiankun Circle.

Hu Yaoyao looked sullen: "If you dare to kill me, you will be guilty of murder! I will live and die with her, you can't do anything to me."

These words made Yang Xian and Situ Zha silent.

Indeed, if Hu Yaoyao was killed, Hu Yingying would also die, and they really couldn't do anything to Hu Yaoyao. They could only wait for Mianmian to wake up and then discuss this with her.

Everyone stared at Mianmian, who had her eyes closed.

As I watched, I noticed that the short stubble of hair on the little kid's head suddenly grew rapidly and returned to its original appearance in an instant.

Mianmian woke up from a deep sleep and was still in the room of the production team.

However, there were also several of her great-nephews and great-grandchildren in the room.

Everyone looked at her with worry, and Su Chenfei burst into tears: "Little girl, don't put yourself in danger next time. You knew that the other party wanted to hurt you, so why did you go along with it?"

Su Chenfei couldn't stop complaining, and turned to complain about his elder brother: "Brother, you are the same, you don't teach me any other tricks, you always use this trick, and you hurt yourself."

Su Chenjin had scolded Su Chenfei once before, and veins on his forehead still throbbed after hearing this.

When will the seventh brother grow up? Is he really going to be a naughty child for the rest of his life? Forget about the little aunt's matter. Just take the blame. After all, he is the eldest brother.

Su Chenjin rubbed Mianmian's little head and said sincerely: "Aunt, I'm sorry that my nephew couldn't help you."

(End of this chapter)