The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

It was a weird mass of flesh glowing with red luster, gradually moving from far to near in Aisha's shocked gaze.

The whole showed a rounded arc like a goose egg, but it was further enlarged several times to form the ‘foundation’ as the bust. And the source of the sound of the Xixi Suosuo is the fine arthropods like tree roots, and the leg structure similar to insects. At this moment, this whole annoying mass of flesh is continuously pushed in front of everyone.

The upper body, which is closely connected to the meat mass, is relatively normal, but it is also completely invisible to the appearance of ordinary people-the red-brown skinny skin is wrapped, which shrinks the skin and flesh, and the structure that highlights the bones is extremely alien. On top of the skinny half of the body, a human face that no longer looks like a human, but still hangs a smile deep in it, and at this time it made a sharp laugh.

"Sir, you are indeed very powerful. I have to say that if it were not for the dream, you might have succeeded."

The slender arms stretched forward like a bamboo pole, and the thin knuckles were facing up, twisting uncontrollably as if grasping some invisible air.

If it was just a normal person's behavior, it would naturally not attract Aisha's attention.

But……

What if this guy has eight arms?

Even the most ordinary anomalies, under the premise that they overlap each other and then increase exponentially, will cause the ultimate effect of heart-trembling.

The phenomenon of being out of touch with common sense showed up in front of her, and Aisha only felt that her legs began to tremble slightly, so that she almost sat down on the ground.

Just the difference between appearance and body shape makes ordinary people totally unable to think of resistance. In contrast, Jing An still maintained an indifferent expression.

He slowly stood up, and the penetrating wound in his abdomen that connected back and forth was also healed at this moment and disappeared.

"But I still missed it."

Obviously, Jing'an's raid plan did not get the best results.

"Of course, in terms of the strength of a level 2 mutant, you, sir, can indeed exert extraordinary power. Just as the slave of the dream said, there are many secrets hidden in your body."

There was a slight pause in Jing'an's steady breathing.

The slaves of dreams naturally refer to those monsters who have lost their human appearance. As the lord of the dreamland, Elena has absolute control, so there is no doubt about this.

But... how did she know all kinds of information about Jing'an?

Confronting Jing'an, or seeing the dream slaves who have used his abilities, has turned into a pool of rotten flesh at this time.

Flexible thoughts are running fast at this moment, integrating all the fragmented information together, and finally came up with a seemingly most reasonable result-once in contact with Jing'an in a dream, but it can still transmit information to the outside. The guy, there is only one guy.

"Guanhu is also a slave to your dreams?"

"correct."

As soon as the voice fell, a somewhat familiar figure appeared on the fleshy mass of Elena's lower body. As if he had pressed his face against the glass wall, the distorted and distorted facial features gradually became clear at this time, and then an unpleasant human face was squeezed out on this layer of flexible skin.

"Uh...ah..."

Between the fragmented groans, Guan Hu couldn't even organize a complete sentence. On the contrary, it was Elena's arrogant and arrogant laugh, as if it were like a winner in the casino, and every gesture was filled with incomparable self-confidence.

"I have to say, sir, this is also due to your results."

"The enemy who invaded the Winterhold must obey our lord's will and must be severely punished. The siege and harassment of the believers eventually drove him to my territory."

"The level 3 mutant of the same way, I know how exaggerated this guy's methods are. It seems that he is such a skilled mutant. Even if his dying method is like mine, he can't easily crack it. If nothing unexpected happens, I still Need to be distracted to deal with the mezzanine space he created."

Her lips, which were asered as dead branches, curled upward at this moment, revealing an extremely crippled smile.

"But because of your spoiler, I will eventually be able to capture this poor guy completely without any effort."

"Now, he is my hound, my beloved servant."

The long scarlet tongue slipped like a snake, licking his lips, making a sharp, sharp smile.

"At the same time, it has become a part of me."

"The two mezzanine spaces overlapped at this time, which not only doubled the scope of my ability, but also extended many interesting abilities."

so it is.

At this moment, Jing'an's fists gathered around her waist were squeezed fiercely.

The source of all abnormal feelings must have originated from this. The dreams woven by two level 3 mutants overlap each other in this settlement, and the resulting treacherous phenomena cannot be judged by a single method of argumentation.

There is no doubt that Jing'an and Guan Hu both made a big mistake.

As the first two parties to contact, both of them showed overwhelming hostility in the first timetable, and then messed up the situation until it turned into a mess. Even after successful negotiations, Jing'an also had the practice of letting him discover his memories, causing his body to cause a second round of ground collapse, which further collapsed the mezzanine space built by Guanhu.

Going too deep in the wrong direction is the direct cause of the immediate consequences.

Imagine if the two parties had normal negotiations at the beginning, so as to carry out a complete exchange of information.

...

No, you can't think of things so purely.

Jing An shook his head arrogantly, and drove all these useless thoughts out of his mind--regret did not help the current situation at all, but was more likely to affect his current state of mind.

And while Jing'an was finishing her thoughts, Elena in front of her had already started talking to herself.

"I don't want to be rude, sir. As a decent person, he is also a hero who helped me complete the integration of the mezzanine space. Before I do it to you, there is one last thing to confirm."

"Looking at your qualified performance so far, I am willing to give you one last chance."

"Sir, would you like to join us?"

The reason why Elena suddenly talked about tuberculosis was explained at this time.

Under the rather playful tone, is the absolute confidence in mastering the status quo, and then extending it.

There is no doubt that this sacrificial ritual who has been transformed into a monster has developed absolute confidence in its own strength.

Jing'an couldn't help but lower his head when he heard the words.

If you continue to do it, is there a chance of winning?

This statement may be somewhat unacceptable, but even without the premise of systematic analysis, Jing'an can still rely on intuition to experience the current delicate situation.

A domain-level powerhouse who has integrated the energy of another 3rd-level mutant power to double his abilities.

However, more important than these is the bonus range of the opponent's home battle, which is absolutely beyond imagination.

It is hard to imagine how exaggerated a domain-level dream master can achieve within the scope of his own ability.

And want to compete with this kind of guy, only rely on the strength of the 2nd level mutant.

The success rate is infinitely close to 0.

It was even more desperate than the blazing red python.

So... Do you want to accept the other party's proposal?