My ex-husband tricked me into the world of beasts. What's wrong with my stamp collecting?

Long Zhenzhen felt funny in her heart, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud.

I was afraid that my smile would anger this guy. Males all want to save face, so at this time, it is best to stroke the left ear smoothly...

Long Zhenzhen suppressed the laughter that was about to come out of her teeth and bit his chin lightly.

"Brother Zuo'er, if we don't go over now, they will all think that what Lady Saint said was a lie."

If you want me, a thousand-year-old dragon, to call you brother, I will make you pay it back sooner or later!

Long Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose and climbed up the neck of her left ear.

Zuo Er picked her up and flew over her, muttering, "Aren't you just a trickster dragon?"

The wind was too strong... Long Zhenzhen pretended not to hear anything, and in a good mood she admired Zuo Er's exiled immortal face...

In the sacrificial square, the beastmen who had been busy all night were waiting in the audience, wanting to witness the rain that the Saint Lady had mentioned.

The sentence "It will rain tomorrow morning" was too shocking to the beast's heart.

The orcs were extremely excited, but they still didn't dare to really believe it.

You should know that since the beginning of the hot season, various tribes have held countless sacrifices, large and small, in order to pray for rain.

But in the end, there was no rain at all...

This Saint Lady from the Ulan tribe who can make thunder strike should also be able to make rain... right?

The orcs all had different thoughts and were waiting anxiously.

But in this vast square, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop...

When Zuo'er came over carrying Long Zhenzhen, Feng Yan and the others were almost unable to wait and were ready to go back to find Long Zhenzhen.

The beasts knew Long Zhenzhen's daily routine very well, and they were a little worried. Was Zhenzhen not awake yet?

Last night, they were all scattered around the tribe, helping with tribal integration and site selection for the reservoir. They weren't able to be with Zhenzhen. Did she not eat or sleep well?

Yesterday, the little female announced in public that it would rain this morning. If she went back on her word now, the scene would not be very pretty.

Feng Yan was about to get up and leave when he saw Zuo Er approaching with Long Zhen Zhen in his arms. He felt relieved and greeted them with a smile.

If Zhenzhen said it could rain, then there must be a way to do it. He was not worried about that.

What he was a little worried about was whether the little female's body and spiritual power could hold up.

After all, the Ulan Basin is not small in size, and with his current spiritual power, he is unable to mobilize all the wind forces in the basin.

Feng Yan met Long Zhenzhen's eyes and asked in a low voice, "Zhenzhen, are you sure you can handle it? Do you want us to help you? How can we help you?"

The little female nestled softly in Zuo'er's arms. Upon hearing this, she raised one of her jade-like wrists and shook the spiritual vein coiled around her wrist.

Then he smiled brightly and said to Feng Yan: "Don't be nervous, little Phoenix, I have my own way!"

Seeing that the little female was so convinced, Fengyan suppressed his worries and turned around to follow Long Zhenzhen.

As soon as they landed on the high platform of the sacrificial square, the orcs below all leaned forward and cheered.

"The Holy Lady is above, her name resonates throughout the heavens!"

"The Holy Lady is above, her name resonates throughout the heavens!"

"The Holy Lady is above, her name resonates throughout the heavens!"

……

Long Zhenzhen raised her hand and made a pressing motion, and the crowd below instantly quieted down.

After hearing Feng Yan's brief words in her ear, Long Zhenzhen knew that the males in the tribe had taken turns digging more than 20 reservoirs throughout the night, just in anticipation of the rain this morning.

She left Zuo'er's embrace, landed on the ground with her feet, and stood on the platform with her back straight.

Looking down, all eyes are filled with eager anticipation...

There were even quite a few females and cubs standing below. Long Zhenzhen also saw Rabbit Baibai being held in Langye's arms.

Long Zhenzhen's lips curled slightly. At this moment, she finally understood the orcs' longing for rain.

She didn't waste time saying any more polite words. These were what a patriarch should do.

The orcs below saw the holy female on the high platform, so beautiful and holy that she looked like a goddess descending to the earth.

The goddess still looked relaxed and indifferent, without any complicated prayers or mysterious sacrificial dances.

She simply raised one of her slender, porcelain-white arms, stretched it toward the sky, and then clenched it into a fist...

He shouted clearly: "Rain is coming!"

Following Long Zhenzhen's voice and movements, all the orcs looked up at the sky.

From her slender wrist, a small snake with a radiant glow coiled up on the wind, soaring into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds...

The sky suddenly turned dark, and the dark clouds gathered rapidly like a group of black beasts with bared fangs and claws.

They are stacked layer upon layer, piled up like a mountain, as if to crush the entire sky.

In just a short moment, the sky over the Ulan Basin was covered with dark clouds.

The dark clouds were as black as ink. They kept rolling and surging, as if they were engaged in a fierce battle.

The orcs looked at the ever-changing clouds in the sky in shock, but did not dare to make a sound.

But his eyes were filled with excitement, excitement and disbelief.

"Rumble..."

After a dull thunder rolled over.

In the air, the drizzle was like silk threads, slowly falling down.

They were like a group of light elves, quietly coming from the gray sky.

Each drop of rain is like a crystal pearl, sparkling with a faint and charming light.

These small raindrops gently touch the air, as if dancing an elegant dance, with graceful movements and slow rhythm.

They fall slowly, like the caress of a lover, with endless tenderness and care.

The raindrops fell on the wilted leaves, making a slight rustling sound, as if they were whispering to the leaves.

The leaves trembled slightly, as if they were happily accepting this gentle nourishment.

It fell on the surface of the deep pool, creating tiny ripples that plucked the dead heartstrings of the water and slowly spread outwards.

Raindrops danced on the water, breaking and merging, as if performing a subtle and beautiful dream.

The entire Ulan Basin was shrouded in this gentle drizzle, and everything became hazy and poetic.

There was a light layer of water vapor on the ground, as if covering the earth with a layer of gauze.

The orcs raised their heads, unwilling to lower them for a long time, letting the cool drizzle hit their faces and eyes.

They carefully felt the vitality and tranquility brought by the drizzle, their faces filled with comfortable smiles, and it was hard to tell whether the tears in their eyes were from rain...

This gentle drizzle, like a melodious little song, gently sings on every inch of land in the Ulan Basin, and continues until noon...

I don’t know when it started, but some orcs had already knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply in the direction of Long Zhenzhen.

Although no sound came out of her mouth, she could still feel the continuous fluctuations coming from the Kingdom of God...

That is the wonderful sound of the Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of God is constantly expanding and growing...