MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 196

Qingchuan was going to put this figurine into the mouth of the monster and send it over. Taking into account the situation over there, that is, the situation where it is directly smashed after arriving, he also drew a trigger-type space transfer formation on the clay puppet.

At this time, the fourth batch of players finally arrived, they were even more exaggerated, and they brought almost everything they could bring. Because I learned through Qingchuan's live broadcast that the development of the small world is now on the right track, and there is no food trouble for the time being, so many people choose to bring various medicines in.

The base that was broadcast live by Qingchuan began to receive new members. Other bases have also taken over a few pieces. However, most of those professional talents with relatively strong abilities went to several bases that Qingchuan had introduced.

First, because the foundation is relatively good, relatively civilized, and there is no class crushing. The second is because these bases are larger, with stronger force and more capable leaders. Third, it is recommended by the anchor.

Even if he didn't say it, he would subconsciously choose Qingchuan's choice.

This is called a powerful alliance, and Badjiu has already begun to lead his team to hunt monsters everywhere and eat monster meat to replace the enhanced effect of bacteria on the human body.

Yes, one of Futian's incarnations, the pharmacist, has launched a 1.0 version of the healing potion not long ago. The raw materials are provided by Chen Guanshui, who is the largest raw material supplier. These two made a lot of money directly.

Especially for someone like Wei Ge, who formed a base, his hunting team needs a lot of potions. Fortunately, his one-time props for spatial fluctuation detection also made a lot of money, and generally speaking, his income was greater than his expenditure.

What about a base that neither produces potions nor props? Don't worry, hunt down monsters, sell the uneaten part, and you will have it. For example, a team that has been in trouble for a long time can hunt one or two second-level monsters every day. These meats can’t be eaten up and can be sold to other bases.

So, isn't the base established by the missionaries? How are they?

In fact, after the meeting, Qingchuan mentioned in the live broadcast that monster meat is edible. You can choose not to kill the monster first, but cut the meat piece by piece. As for the monitoring tools and medicines, he did not say that one is that there are not enough things, and the other is that they cannot afford it. Speaking of this situation, it caused riots.

In this way, each base maintains a delicate balance.

After that, Qingchuan once again broadcast the situation of the fourth batch of players. This batch of players has better adaptability. Mass unrest.

There is a small problem with this. Because more people came in, some forces came in and formed a team in the small world. These teams are self-reliant, and some are preparing to compete with their seniors for bases, so there are also some small battles.

In addition, Qingchuan's live broadcast skills have been upgraded.

Everything is moving in a good direction, Qingchuan is ready to go to the high-dimensional civilization world to test the water.

His biggest reliance is various skills, including system skills, and some laws he has comprehended, including space, runes, formations, incantations, etc. But that world should be a world that has mastered and used space capabilities, which is more advanced than the interstellar civilization he has been in before.

So the other party should also have instruments to detect spatial fluctuations, especially restraining people like him.

As for rune spells and the like, I don't know if they can be used or not, and I will know when I get them there.

In fact, the biggest problem is legal identity?

Qingchuan recalls the fear of being enveloped by Skynet.

As long as you go out, as long as you have Internet access, there is no privacy, everything is under detection.

It's friendly to regular residents, and you don't have to worry about theft, you don't have to worry about an accident, and you don't have to worry about being sick and undetected. Not so with stowaways and hackers. What's more, he doesn't know the language over there, and maybe he doesn't look alike.

Even if you can successfully go to the world where the high-dimensional civilization is located, the trouble will never be less than here.

Qingchuan found a first-level monster. The melting ability of the second-level monster was too strong. Qingchuan was worried that his pottery figurines would melt their gastric juices.

This monster was fed with layers of protective pottery figurines, and was cut cleanly by Qingchuan. He watched as the corpse of the monster disappeared before his eyes.

The pottery figurines were originally dead, but only because of the blood and Qingchuan established this connection. The corpse of the monster will be smashed, and the terracotta figurines are treated the same way, but there is a protective mechanism on the surface of the terracotta figurines. When it senses a shattering crisis, it will randomly choose a direction to teleport.

Generally speaking, they will not leave this planet, at most hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Qingchuan doesn't know where it will be teleported to.

The best case is an unoccupied and safe corner, the worst case is another wolf den.

The day he left, he lay down in a special coffin and closed his eyes. The coffin closed automatically, and countless dark green vines stretched out from the ground, dragging the entire coffin directly into the ground and hiding it in the depths.

At the same time, on the side of the street on Planet Clarke, a slap-sized terracotta figure lay quietly on the ground. A man with black horns passed by. He looked tired, his long hair covered his face, his clothes were torn in many places, and he smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and strong perfume.

He found this thing and glanced left and right, "Is it an abandoned toy?"

Qing Chuan woke up from the darkness, his world was upside down, it took a few seconds to stabilize, and a beam of light shot down from the top of his head, where there was a small round hole. In the next second, the light disappeared, and a huge eye appeared, unable to see the whole picture, but when the eyelids opened and closed on the blue eyeball, it was the eye.

"Is there something in here?"

Qing Chuan could not understand the language outside, but he felt that the semi-sealed environment he was staying in was shaking up and down.

He is...in the inside of a cicada?

'Because of a small defect and out of print...' Qing Chuan thought about the description of this item.

Something wrong?

Qing Chuan looked at his hands and feet in the chaotic light, and then touched his head. He didn't have any clothing or game bracelet on his body, it should be all on his original body. The props were brought here, Time Gem Glasses and Gourmet Eyes.

He couldn't help but took out a silver coin from the small world, a commemorative coin left by the world of the elf lord, a normal-sized silver coin with his head portrait on it. Looking at it now - it's bigger than his head.

"I got smaller?"

Qingchuan reacted with hindsight.

"I'm getting smaller!"

The cicada chrysalis clay puppet was put into the man's pocket, Qingchuan urgently measured the size for himself, it was less than 12 centimeters, which was smaller than the sextet he squeezed at the time. He found souvenirs from the previous world, and there were many small clothes in the box where the body doll was placed.

Welcome Song, who has always been a qualified administrator, opened his eyes wide, and finally saw his boss who was about the size of peanuts, but the next second, the majestic boss threw a plop and fell into the paper In the box, it was directly submerged by the cotton padding the baby inside...

Asson:…

"Ah!" Qing Chuan finally broke free of the cotton balls, rubbed his nose, shook his head again, and took off the cotton **** from his hair.

The clothes of normal size dolls are too big, he searched for a long time before he found the clothes of mini size. It didn't fit very well. The little white shirt was folded several times, but the fat little trousers were exceptionally good, revealing a section of the calf.

Ah, my long legs~

Now he remembered, this seems to be a dress for a three-headed doll, no wonder the upper body is so long and the lower body is so short. And there is no suitable small inner, and no suitable shoes.

In the last world, he made a lot of baby clothes, but now his body size can't go up or down, so he can't find suitable clothes. If the system mall can still be used at this time, it must be bought directly.

On the nth day when the system was asleep, Qingchuan finally remembered it.

After leaving the small world, he returned to the semi-closed cicada chrysalis, the small space shook gently and regularly, it should be walking.

I don't know what's going on outside, Qingchuan is not ready to go out from the cicada immediately. There are pros and cons to this body shape these days. The disadvantage is that many places have become inconvenient, whether it is life or his original plan, it is very inconvenient.

The benefits are also obvious, the mini body helps to hide yourself. This state can help him understand the specific situation here.

You can first use the body shape to understand the situation here, and then send the real body over and plan to pass.

The young man who picked up Qingchuan returned to the place where he lived. This is the most remote and backward place on the planet. You can imagine what kind of environment it is in the civilian area of ​​the backward planet.

It was a giant tree, full of round fruits. Every fruit is close together, and every tree is close together. At first glance, the fruit on the tree is densely packed and obscures the sky, which makes people goosebumps.

In fact, it is their house, and a fruit is a home.

People usually use the stairs inside the 'trunk' to get to their home, but those with wings can take shortcuts.

A pair of transparent cicada wings stretched out from behind him, and then a rapid vibration took him off the ground—a sphere on it was his home.

The sphere is not too big from a distance, but when you get closer, you realize that it is not small, and it has to be twenty or thirty meters in diameter. As soon as the young man approached, the door on one side opened, he flew in, and his wings were hidden again.

The door closed again, he passed the kitchen and living room, all the way to his room, took off his clothes, and went into the bathroom.

The cicada where Qingchuan was located fell to the ground and just fell out of the pocket. He looked out through the small hole and saw a white bed sheet and a blue-black floor. After thinking about it, he used the space to teleport to the outside of the chrysalis and landed in a pile of clothes. The smell of the tobacco and alcohol mixed perfume on it almost killed him.

Aliens also drink?

Qing Chuan was lying on a pile of fluffy clothes, and he couldn't love him. He hurried to the outside of the clothes range and stepped on the floor with his bare feet, cool.

He looked up, and in front of him was a huge half-closed door. It's very big, I don't know how to describe it, it's like a football field standing upright. In front of this door, he was as small as a small red date.

The sound of rushing water came from the door. He was particularly curious about what the intelligent creatures here looked like, so he flashed to the door and looked in through the crack of the door.

The water mist blurs the line of sight, and only sees a huge back, "It looks no different from ordinary humans on that planet."

As he was thinking, the man turned around when Qing Chuan noticed that there was a protruding horn on his forehead, the shape was very strange, crescent-shaped, like a jet-black fork on his head. From his angle, he couldn't see his face, and he could only see the fork.

The giant came in the direction of the door, and Qingchuan immediately retracted into the space.

"Strange..." He clearly felt the line of sight, but this house was empty and he was alone, wouldn't even his own instincts have problems? The owner of the house couldn't find any strangeness left and right, and let go of the illusion of being peeped.

Qing Chuan hid in the space, looking out carefully, it seemed that the other party hadn't found him yet. His current position is relatively high, and he can clearly see the face and upper body of this 'giant'. The parts of his eyes without the whites of the eyes are like a pair of sapphires, and the rest are similar to humans.

According to human standards, this is also a male with above average appearance, which can be called handsome.

There are some wounds on the opponent's body, like wounds from some weapons, some skins are open, and some places have burning marks. But these wounds are healing fast.

Awesome body repair ability.

If the human beings of the high-dimensional civilization have such a powerful self-repairing ability, then this civilization is really not easy to deal with.

Qing Chuan followed this aboriginal because he could not see the other party in the space. Watching each other take a hose nutrient, drink water, go online, write something on paper, and finally sleep. Although the house is not big, it is very functional, and there are special housework robots, which reminds people of the convenient interstellar era.

This person seems to be asleep, Qing Chuan is standing on the desk far away, looking at the peaceful sleeping face.

who is.

cracked.

He slowly got closer, that is, two or three steps, and stopped beside his forehead.

Qing Chuan is going to copy the other party's memory to understand the world. But he just put his hand on his forehead, and the first thing he came into contact with was not the spiritual sea of ​​the other party. Rather, it is a tight, layer-by-layer lock.

"Spiritual seal?" Qing Chuan was shocked.

At this time, those huge, sapphire-like eyes suddenly opened. It was also at that moment that Qing Chuan had already slipped into the crack.

"I see you, who are you?" The owner of the sapphire eyes said into the air.

Qing Chuan didn't understand the other party's words at all, but he knew that he was looking for himself. After thinking about it, he came out of the space, landed on the desk, and stood on the helmet that the other party had just surfed the Internet on.

The blue eyes opened wider, "What kind of creature are you...?"

Qing Chuan glanced left and right and saw the pen the other party was using just now. He held the pen that was huge to him in both hands, and slowly drew on the white paper part of the mental blockade he had just seen.

After finishing the painting, Qing Chuan put down his pen, wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed at the mini painting with one finger and his head with the other. This was not enough, he tore off the 'big' piece of paper, and the paper floated to the owner of the house.

The owner of the house carefully picked up this piece of paper the size of two fingernails with his fingertips, and waited until he could see the pattern on it clearly and take a breath.

"Who are you?" Why do you know this pattern?

However, Qingchuan once again dodged into the space, the bait had been thrown, let the little fish smell it first. As for him, go to the neighborhood to find out, has anyone else asked him to copy his memory, at least learn some alien language?

The owner has got up from the bed, seems to be looking for him, and doesn't know what to say. Qing Chuan watched coldly, and then disappeared here.

He found a suitable candidate in the next room, a family of three, it should be a father and two sons, the whole room has a very normal atmosphere, and the spiritual world is also very normal.

Qingchuan quickly copied the three memories and returned to the previous place.

The owner did not sleep, lying on the bed, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling. As soon as Qingchuan came, his eyes flickered, obviously he had found it, but he didn't find the specific location.

Really keen... Qingchuan thought about the spiritual sea of ​​the other party he had just seen, the huge spiritual power was tightly locked, like magma surging under a volcano.

This person is by no means an ordinary person in this world.

Not ordinary is good, not ordinary is suitable for cooperation.

Qing Chuan returned to the small world, he sat on the branch of the welcoming pine, with one foot dangling, one foot stepped on the branch, and he flipped through the three memory books he just got. He quickly connected the language information directly with his spiritual world.

With Qingchuan's current mental strength, it only takes a few minutes to digest this information. However, this kind of convenient channel should not be done too much. It is like every world receives part of the memory of the original owner. If it receives too much, it is easy to lose oneself.

This is why everyone still prefers to use the skeleton, even if it is expensive.

Hook woke up in a sweet scent, he opened his eyes and saw on his desk a wooden oval fruit the size of two fists The nuclear plate, with a round bottom, swayed like a boat in the water.

The one who appeared yesterday, the delicate little man who is only a little longer than his fingers is standing on tiptoe, using a spoon longer than others to spoon the cake and cream inside. The boat-like plate swayed to and fro more violently.

Hook wiped his eyes, is he not dreaming?

"Good morning." The little man noticed that he woke up, put down the long spoon in his hand, and looked serious.

He was wearing ill-fitting oversized clothes with thickly rolled up sleeves, but his trousers were shortened and he had no shoes. A small white nut-like face, with beautiful features that make people who like cute things scream, a mini delicate single-sided glasses framed on it, a little rosy as if there is still a bit of jam on the edge of the lips cream.

People like Rao Shihook, who are called mechanical freaks, can't help thinking that this is a cute image, of course he doesn't dare to relax, this miniature is too weird, coming and going like the wind, I can still see the pattern.

The... seal.

"What the **** are you..."

"I can solve the blockade on you." Qing Chuan said bluntly, "Can I stay here for a while? There is no guarantee that there will be no trouble."

Under the premise of not knowing the specific situation of this person, Qingchuan did not disclose any information. If the other party agrees, then he will live here openly and understand the world first. If he doesn't agree, then he will find a silly white sweet to stay for a while.

Resolve the block on him? This kind of royal family-specific blockade?

If it were an ordinary person, Hook would immediately laugh at the other party's brashness. Among them, the royal family has a kind of blood suppression to everyone, and no one can resist them, no matter how disgusting and disgusting they are.

But because this is a mysterious visitor, a stranger who is not of their race at first sight, and one sees the problem in him face to face. Hook wants to believe it once.

Even if it doesn't work, he has nothing to lose. Does he have less trouble?

"If you can solve this trouble, you can live as long as you want, and the house can send it to you." Hook got out of bed and approached the desk. The man looked up, the guy on the opposite side was not afraid, and Hook's size didn't put pressure on this minifigure.

On closer inspection, this is more like the kind of delicate doll that children of noble families like. But the doll does not have this kind of agility, and the strong self-confidence between the eyebrows.

"My name is Hook, Zerg."

"I'm Qingchuan, Elf."

What is a 'Zerg'? Qing Chuan did not change his face and changed his race, silently memorizing the pronunciation of Zerg, preparing to search for relevant information in the book of memory to see what happened to this race.

"This is your food? Do you need me to prepare some more?" Hook asked insincerely, his face full of rejection. If Qing Chuan was a wicked person, looking at his expression, he would definitely say: I need it. But now he's not in that playful mood.

"Thank you very much, I will solve my daily problems, including three meals."

"Oh yeah? That's pretty good."

Hook said it sincerely, he really didn't know what to prepare for this... elves, such small, delicate and soft creatures, like Just like the royal children who grew up with Jin Zunyugui, let him refuse from the heart.

Hooker dislikes weak creatures very much, he is a typical straight man. It is because of this that Hooker, who has no love, is not very popular with women. When he was in good condition, when he was able to enjoy the privilege of marrying a daughter-in-law, he was also the least popular one.

The privilege of marrying a daughter-in-law?

Yes, the Zerg is a race with a huge gap between men and women. The number of women is only one tenth of that of men. Therefore, even if the Zerg fertility has been high, the population has not grown much, and there are too few women.

In this case, only strong and emotional men can win the favor of these girls. Hook is very powerful, once, but he has never understood the heart of a girl.

"I'm going to work and I'll be back very late." Hook took out a film and put it on his face, covering his handsome face, which now looks very ordinary, and then used a long bangs cover her eyes.

In the end he injected a bottle of special pheromone into the secretory gland, which gave off a strange smell. This can cover up his real pheromone taste - Zerg used to identify a person from pheromone and appearance.

A man with a secret.

"I will be a polite guest." The elf who called himself Qingchuan nodded to him, serious, but there was always something wrong. I don't know if it was because of the curled strands in his hair. Or a little cream on the face, or maybe because of the rolled up sleeves.

Hook worked hard to be equally serious, and tried his best to resist the urge to pinch his face.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Hook left his home, he slowly walked out of the noisy tree house overhead, out of the heavy shadow, a beam of light hit his face and body.

I have lost my proud spiritual power, and what remains is a strong body, a genius who was once placed in high hopes, but now I have to be a meager in the garbage underground world, just enough to support myself money.

The high oppression from the royal family made him unable to see the future until now.

If there is only a glimmer of hope, he will try.

's burden.

"Maybe one day I'll be the devil that messes up the world."

The author has something to say: Hooker: Maybe one day I will become the devil that will disturb the world.