LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

When encountering this incident, Zhong Qing had a feeling that it had finally come.

She hadn't understood why she hadn't completed the task before, and the system kept saying that the time hadn't come yet.

Until now, the system has not informed her of any words, but Zhong Qing just knows that the key to this mission is this severe drought.

And it was time for her to leave.

Zhong Qing looked out from the window of the wooden house, and the orcs of the wild tribe prayed to their beast gods in the scorching sun, begging the beast gods to give them mercy.

Zhong Qing shook her head: If the Beast God could really take pity on them, how could the barbaric tribe not be able to survive? How did they migrate to this forest?

She raised her head and looked at the sky, the scorching sun was shining on the earth, and there was not even a trace of cloud in the sky.

Zhong Qing closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If the natural development followed, this area might not have rained for a long time.

Outside the window, Aman was walking back and forth, his voice full of anxiety.

The trees beside her were already withered and yellow, and the food for this huge mammoth became less and less.

But Zhong Qing knows that what Aman is most worried about is not the problem of food, but his own ethnic group.

With love, she can always find a place with food, but are the mammoth herds so lucky.

Aman is reluctant to fall in love, thinking about his own ethnic group in his heart, he is obviously very irritable every day.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The door suddenly rang.

Zhong Qing opened the door, and the figure of Sima appeared in front of her.

The palm of her hand was spread out, and inside were two crumpled fruits. Sima smiled at Zhong Qing: "Bi, here."

Zhong Qing looked at this bright female beast, her flaxen curly hair lost its luster, and her plump lips were also white and cracked.

Her eyes slid over the fruits in her hand with some reluctance, but she still handed them to Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing knows how attractive a few shriveled fruits are at a time like this. And how much is Xima's friendship.

She smiled and pushed back the fruit in her hand: "Xima, eat it yourself, I'm neither hungry nor thirsty."

Sima shook her head: "How could it not be necessary, Bi, you are the benefactor of our wild tribe, no matter what, I can't treat you badly."

These are the orcs of the barbaric tribe. They always remember the favors they receive from others. Even if they can't drink water anymore, they still want to leave the best things to others.

Zhong Qing thought that there was nothing wrong with Lei Yan regarding protecting such a tribe as his highest pursuit in life.

Zhong Qing accepted the kindness of the wild tribe, but rejected Xima's fruit.

She said to Sima: "Look at me, Sima, do you see how I am now, as if I lack food and water?"

Sima heard the words and looked at the love.

Even though the bad weather lasted for such a long time, Bi was still radiant, her long hair was soft and smooth, and her skin was fair and attractive.

Doesn't seem to be affected by the drought at all.

Seeing that Sima didn't speak, Zhong Qing said, "Look at you, our beautiful Sima's skin is all dry."

She closed Sima's palm and said with a smile, "Eat it yourself, huh?"

...

After sending Sima away, Zhong Qing finally made a decision.

"System, what should I do?"