MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 187

Where they stood, the golden sand vibrated slightly, and there were circles of halos in the middle. An Yinong took two steps back, but the shock became more and more obvious.

He felt something below, and it was a huge thing, but this thing was not a living body, he was a little curious about what it was.

The sand is falling faster and faster. Although An Yinong is curious, the most important thing is to protect himself first.

"Go!"

His left-handed man and right-handed beast stepped back, but the speed of the sand falling was too fast, they spun toward the middle, as if a black hole below was swallowing the sand.

More curious…

"Go to the top, lift off!" An Yinong grabbed the aircraft with one hand and started it. At the same time, Qin and Fengchi also left the sand surface. Fengchi is the wind under his feet, and Qin directly condensed a piece of ice under his feet.

The speed of the sand falling was getting faster and faster. He lowered his head and saw the black tentacles appearing in the yellow sand.

But An Yinong and the others rose to the air of more than ten meters, and a circular gap with a diameter of ten meters appeared below, and the black tentacles shook, swallowing the gravel and everything above.

"What is this?" An Yinong looked at the bottomless hole, there seemed to be red light spots in it, but he didn't know what it was, "I don't feel life breath."

"It is a sand snail, a predator in the desert, which feeds on animals that walk on the sand. It became extinct 3,000 years ago."

"Extinct, sand-walking animals..."

Before An Yinong could figure it out, Qin had already transformed into a huge insect shape. He stretched out his hand and plunged into the sand cave: "If you're curious, take it out and you'll know what it looks like."

"Wait!" Qin's speed is too fast, in fact, An Yinong can 'squeeze' this thing out by himself. Now he can control and change the weather and environment within a certain range, and control these quicksands Not to mention.

Of course, there is a high probability that you need to eat a lot after using energy. But it's better than Qin burning her life.

Annon saw him drag a huge thing out of the sand hole. If you have to say it, it's like a hemispherical biscuit with a piece of hair dish under it, and a wonderful crispy corner on top.

This strange thing was dragged out of the sand by Qin, and its tiny tentacles that were densely pitch-dark shook to shake off the yellow sand.

Qin severed the towering wonderful brittle corner (stone pillar) with a knife, and the high-tech traces could be seen in the fractured gap.

An Yinong suddenly understood why he didn't feel the breath of life, co-authoring this is a product of science and technology.

After the mechanical sand snail was cut in half, Qin also changed back to the human form. It takes a lot of energy for the Zerg to change into an adult form. In the current situation, the energy can be saved a little bit.

"This is a machine made based on the extinct sand snail?"

"Hmm."

"Food on the animals that walked in the desert? Why is it 'walking'?" An Yinong also pondered the characteristics of sand snails, "How can the sand snails hidden in the sand be judged that there are prey?"

Jin did not disturb him, but silently formed a few ice cubes to cool him down.

"Do they tell if it's the wind or the animal by the regular vibrations?"

An Yinong looked at Qin, but without waiting for Qin to answer, he analyzed and reasoned by himself: "Sand snails move very fast in the desert, and they hide in the desert all the year round. They sacrifice other functions, such as sight, smell. I think it's very likely that it hunts by feeling the vibration."

Jin nodded in approval.

This is troublesome, they can use some abilities, but not without cost. An Yinong hopes that Qin can use less power and suffer less pain.

Is there any other way?

An Yinong always felt that he had forgotten something, a very important thing.

"Ah! I remember, no matter what the original sand snails are, what appears here is a product of technology!"

He spoke faster: "These kinds of mechanical products have operating programs. If we can change their operating programs and make them our means of transportation, things will be much simpler. Maybe some of the players have People who are proficient in machinery, we can find people to cooperate with.”

Jin said, "I am."

"Huh?"

"I will." Jean emphasized, so there was no need to find someone else.

The game designer in front of the screen slammed the cup on the ground: "It's amazing to be mechanical!"

It's forcibly dragging the sand snails out, and it's showing your mechanical ability, do it all, know that you have a boyfriend, don't be so showy, and make others different.

Although he did not…

"Ah, that's maddening."

"Don't you think that Qin was just like a male bird showing off his feathers?" The audience in the live broadcast room watched the two dismantle the sand snails on the screen.

Qin disassembled the sand snail cut in half, checked the internal structure, and finally gave the answer, saying that I can solve this problem.

An Yinong also gave face very much, expressing the admiration of the scumbags for the masters, and the audience in the live broadcast room saw their eyes and teeth hurt: "Shaluo died really wrong."

After confirming that the sand snail can be transformed, An Yinong and Qin began to walk on the sand regularly and fish.

After walking for about half an hour, the fish appeared, and An Yinong smiled.

"Go, Shaluo! There are two perverts here!" An Yinong's live broadcast room was very happy, and he even started role-playing, howling for Shaluo to escape.

However, since the sand snails are here, don't even think about leaving.

An Yinong clapped his hands, a gust of wind blew up on the sand surface, and the huge sand snail was almost vomited out by the desert.

"Hey, besides animals and plants, can you control these inorganic substances?" People with other thoughts stared at An Yinong inside, with goodwill and malice in their eyes, and more curious.

Next is the disassembly time of the piano. They don't know anything about dismantling a machine and reprogramming it, but the piano looks professional. Everyone in Qin's live broadcast room couldn't take their eyes off it.

One of the important enemies of the Zerg is the machine family, so the piano born for battle will dismantle the machine and even change the program, which is very understandable.

The only thing they don't understand is... Do these two people need to be so bewildering to get out of the desert?

They couldn't help but look at Qin's previous battle video, looking at the mechanic who seemed to kill Qin with a knife and a hundred meters high. They recognized it again and again, and finally confirmed one thing.

"Good guy, he is pretending to be weak to gain love!"

"It's not to gain love, if it's Qin alone, of course he can pass here quickly, but is he alone now? And Qin's use of power will accelerate the collapse of the spiritual realm, he must choose to be more ingenious A more power-saving operation." Another retorted.

"Bullshit, Mai needs Qin to take care of him? He's too good to not want it, okay?" Qin's live broadcast room did not know when a large number of An Yinong fans appeared. It's a strong alliance.

"Okay, I have an objection. I mean, Qin didn't think about the future at all before, so he used his ability without restraint, but now that he has a lover, he must save energy."

"So this person is still tired of the piano?"

He has no nostalgia for this world, and it is no pity to die.

"But now, because of this person's existence, he begins to miss this world, understand?"

"The heart of the weapon will be dull, disappointed and withdrawn."

Your attention is useless to him, you don't have to say your own **** so bright and fresh, you are meaningless and worthless to Qin."

A young man at the border of the distant star field was so angry that he kept tapping the table, but he accidentally lost the signal that he had managed to connect to.

"Kira, the signal! The signal is gone again!"

After shouting, he was still angry: "Bastard, idiot, who do you think you are? Without Qin to kill the enemy here, they can have their good life now, and you can get rid of the customs, bah!"

Thinking about it, he was still upset, he turned to the internal network again, and pulled up a small group: "Don't be idle, come and support our boss! A group of **** are there to destroy their feelings, see you. Chop one by one."

"Received!" The men and women in the group responded positively.

It is true that Qin is running out of fuel, but the explorers still hope that he can enjoy life at the last moment of his life.

However, Qin is Qin, and he chose the way to end his life for himself - to participate in the survival game.

This is the game, but Qin met An Yinong on the first day, and he began to change. In front of these subordinates was a completely different Qin, and there was light in this Qin’s eyes ,possible.

"For the first time I saw such a happy boss." Even if this happiness is only for a short period of months or even a few days, that is enough.

As the sky darkened, Qin finally changed the program of the sand snail, and An wiped his sweat with agricultural tissue, her eyes sparkling: "You are amazing! Can I learn from you? "

Qin wanted to say that there would be no chance in the future, but An Yinong's expression was so serious, so he said, "Okay."

"It's a word!"

After the program was modified, they drilled into the top stone pillar of the mechanical sand snail, and the sand snail dived into the sand again and headed north.

The way the mechanical sand snails run is to rotate the stone pillars, the stone pillars are conical, and spiral patterns appear on the surface when rotating, which is extremely fast and not bumpy.

There are no other disadvantages except that the air inside is a little stuffy.

The people in the live broadcast room couldn't help cheering for them, especially compared to the others who are still fighting sand snails one by one. When I come back and see the combination of these two people, I will feel twice as cool.

Only one person was grinding his teeth at this time, and that person was the game designer.

"The changed program can't be changed back? What's the use of asking you?" The game designer dropped the communicator and looked at the two people on the screen.

Did he carefully design these games for them to fall in love? It makes no sense, he is still single!

If the staff couldn't interfere, he would want to make a bad move. One can communicate and control animals and plants, and one can change the program settings of the machine at will. How can this be played? Is it too unfair to other players?

The designer who was so angry that his head was smoking went directly to other live broadcast rooms to see those players who were stranded in the desert collapsed with thirst and were blown away by the sandstorm. He felt much more comfortable. Just a normal player.

"Boss, a guy has invaded our backstage." The subordinate in charge of network management used emergency communication to find the game designer, his three-dimensional image appeared in mid-air, frowning very unhappy Feel.

"I fixed the bug and found the guy's address."

The game designer sat up straight: "Is it an alien spy? Let me take a look at the video."

The subordinate directly transferred the video, the game designer frowned more and more: "These people are doing research and they are inhuman."

He reopened An Yinong's live broadcast room, they were still sitting in the shell of the sand snail, the soft light on his ring provided the light, one of them was combing Fengchi's hair, and the other was sitting there Looking at them quietly, although no one spoke, there was a warm atmosphere.

The game designer noticed the skin color on Anon's neck. The differentiation period usually takes fifteen days, and Anon has been in this game for thirteen days.

"What kind will he differentiate into?" The designer is very curious, and in order to get the answer to his curiosity, An Yinong must have nothing to do.

Go out. In addition, cut off his positioning function as a warning."

The subordinate hesitated: "If you can't get the evidence..."

The designer rolled his eyes silently: "Evidence, as long as you think about it, there is always there. We are the judges, the rule-makers, and the people who have the right to interpret, you know?"

Breaking past the overly upright subordinates, the designer once again looked at An Yinong's live broadcast room.

He held the teacup, looked at Qin's particularly angry face, and snorted: "I hate it, since I was a child, I was the most outstanding one. At the end of my life, I still pick up a sincere one for nothing. People, luck is so good, it makes people angry to look at it."

The mirror next to him reflected his face. The designer was the same age as Qin, and he had reached the end of his life. He was eager to leave something behind.

"Maybe this game is my last work in this world...don't try to spoil it."

So how can it be blamed that the higher Zerg are lunatics, whoever counts his lifespan every day will be crazy.