After saying these words, Li Chang'an casually waved his hand, and a golden light flashed in his hand.
A pile of white rice appeared in the cave.
"Wow!"
The countless displaced people were in an uproar.
Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng stared in disbelief at the pile of rice on the ground.
No, you're serious?
Among the refugees, a burly man emerged, clutching a large, white bag of rice and weeping bitterly.
"Mother, Mother, rice! Waaah, it really is rice! We don't have to die! We don't have to die!"
Li Chang'an walked over, helped him up, and turned to Zhang San to speak.
"Hey you guys, start a fire and cook some rice and porridge for them."
"Yes, sir!"
Zhang San looked excited and went over to start a fire.
Seeing that there wasn't much firewood in the cave, Li Chang'an waved his hand again, and some coal and milk powder appeared on the ground.
I have to say, this milk powder is a good thing.
Not only is it highly nutritious, but the jar can also be used as a pot.
As for whether boiling milk powder in a jar would destroy its nutrients, Li Chang'an was no longer considering that.
These refugees are starving to death.
They've even started eating Guanyin clay.
Why bother about nutrition?
Nie Feng looked at Li Chang'an and felt that the armor in front of him was like that of a deity from a storybook.
With a wave of his hand, he can conjure up food.
This is beyond his understanding of martial arts.
This thing doesn't look like martial arts at all.
He and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance.
They all knelt down on the ground.
"Nie Feng pays respects to the immortal!"
"Bu Jingyun pays respects to the immortal!"
Countless refugees were also awakened, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.
"Greetings, Immortal!"
Li Chang'an looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground and spoke to them.
"Stand up! Don't kneel!"
"I'm here for only three things."
"fair!"
"fair!"
"What the hell is fairness?!"
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