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"No worries, no worries, the clothes are torn, but that's okay." Mianmian waved her hand, saying she was fine, then asked, "What's the plan? If you're evacuating the city now, how can Mianmian help?"
As she spoke, a plastic bag drifted over in the wind.
The weather forecast on residents' mobile phones was sounding an alarm, "Attention, attention, Typhoon Piaopiao and the waves have approached and are predicted to pass through our city. Please, residents, try to stay inside your homes, and those on lower floors should evacuate orderly as instructed."
Hearing this, Mianmian glanced to the side and saw that the cloud layers in the sky were in turmoil, indicating how strong the wind was.
She hurriedly turned to ask Black Tortoise, "Uncle Xuan Wu, do you still want to help?"
Black Tortoise gazed at Mianmian, "If I help, the merit will be accredited to me."
"That's only right." Mianmian replied quickly, "If you help, of course it'll be credited to you."
