The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

A slight expression of disdain appeared on Elena's face, and the corner of her mouth was turned to one side, and her tone was even more helpless like a sigh.

"If you only have this ability, it's really not enough."

indeed.

If it's just that.

A slight and almost inaudible movement came from Elena's side, and her long ears that stood up like elves trembled slightly at this moment, capturing this unusual movement in an instant.

He turned his head halfway and looked to his side.

It happened to collide head-on with two spheres that broke through the wind.

It was a weird thing about the size of an adult's fist. It was spinning in the air at this time, following the cold wind all the way down, just falling under her.

The silver-white painting is perfectly round, but the shape slightly protruding at one end is quite novel.

The peculiar reverberation of the iron equipment was heard on the ground, and Xuan even grumbled along the slanting **** and fell straight under her.

Above the Southern Common Language logo, she finally recognized some vital information at this time.

"Military...products?"

Her gaze passed through the fine snow, and she looked straight to the side. I just saw two young little ghosts, who were constantly weighing the ball in their hands.

As a very lethal throwing prop, Jing'an does not usually hand it over to Aisha for safekeeping. In terms of the current situation, Jing'an even had to be thankful that he had handed over the decision to wrap up.

The solid assistance that can be called sending charcoal in the snow comes from the hands of the most inconspicuous two people present.

"Jasmine, if you have more strength, I will leave all of these to you."

"no problem!"

Before Elena made a relative response, an irresistible force came from under her.

boom! ! !

The bloated lower body can only play a slight buffering effect, and then the broken shrapnel that splashed up was pierced and torn to pieces, like a paper bag that was crumpled, until it was completely invisible.

Scarlet pieces of various sizes were pushed, splashing to a height of tens of meters.

The wreckage that had fallen into ruins was once again ravaged, just like being repeatedly crushed by a tank before the disaster. The dry wooden blocks were torn to pieces again and lifted together with the flying ash and snow that fell silent on the ground. Splashed in the air.

The powerful impact of the explosion, after the weird contraction, brewed a more exaggerated sound. All kinds of things that have drifted up are entrained, spreading towards the surroundings at once.

The snow in the sky was pushed away by life at this time, until a vacuum period of a few seconds was created in the place where the church was-then, the sound of falling from the peak disappeared into the invisible, and was again counterattacked by the fragments of snowflakes. , Until it fell on this unrecognizable ruin again.

"Is this... so powerful?"

Jasmine's somewhat bewildered gaze turned to Aisha's body, and the ball in her hand hadn't broken the insurance.

Honestly, pure grenades.

Can its power be so exaggerated?

Aisha at this time was also an unexpected expression.

Compared with the conventional system used in caves, this should have been carried by Jing'an personally to deal with various extreme environments.

So although she has some reflections on these specially customized big killers, she also maintains a more conservative attitude before seeing the full power.

But obviously, the magnificent scene at the moment has completely exceeded her imagination.

There are only four precious resources, strictly speaking...

It is very useful indeed.

So now, the options presented to Aisha are divided into two——

At all costs, first find Jing'an and the old popsicles in the ruins.

Still remain vigilant and carefully observe the surrounding situation to avoid all kinds of sneak attacks by the other party.

It was just a matter of thinking, and she already had the answer in her heart.

An indisputable fact was in front of her, driving Aisha to make her own answer.

"The other party has a horrible self-healing ability that is similar, even far superior to that of her husband. We don't know if the grenade can kill her completely, so don't let your guard down, Jasmine, come back! The husband and the big dog will be buried for a while and nothing will happen. Yes, we also have to finish our work..."

I saw Aisha taking out the last grenade from the bag that followed, while staring at the front warily, muttering softly in her mouth.

"The power is unexpected, but it's just right. Jasmine, clenched the thing in her hand tightly. We'll give her another brutality when the guy reappears later."

The latter's eyes trembled, and he nodded quickly under the condition that the holder was highly nervous.

Both heirs born in the north, the delicate relationship between the hunter and the prey, for Jasmine, will not escape the unfamiliarity either.

Naturally, some of the great truths that are too costly can be understood without saying.

Rustle...

Flying snow drifted, covering Aisha's head. Her azure blue eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, revealing vigilant eyes like a snow fox.

Several times of life and death confrontations and struggles have made this girl who is still weak in nature grow a lot in an instant. Under the premise of holding a killer in hand, she is no longer the little guy who can only cry.

It's like a bee needle with only one chance in hand.

The subtle relationship between positions changed the atmosphere of the entire venue at this time.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute.

With the passage of time, except for Feixue landing, no other movement can be heard. Jasmine subconsciously wanted to move, so as to appropriately soothe the astringent limbs. But after seeing Aisha still keeping the same, she also silently maintained the same posture.

The current fierce battle has been reversed several times, and finally turned into a patient contest at this moment.

And this tranquility is also destined to not last long-there will always be one party who can't stand his own impulse and break this delicate balance.

At this moment, a slight movement came from before the two of them. The sudden movement caused the already tense nerves of the two little guys to act like a conditioned reflex at this time.

The index finger hanging on the bolt ring is ready to detonate at any time and throw it.

Under the turbulent ruins, an invisible figure gradually rose up. After shaking off the flying ash and falling snow around, a familiar voice came from it.

"Hey..."

It's the voice of old popsicles.

The back hair of yellow and black can no longer see the original appearance, and it is full of traces of flying ash and falling snow, almost dyeing this strong hound into the same kind of other breeds.

After the old popsicle walked out of the ruins, he seemed to be slightly out of touch with the situation on the scene. But fortunately, the distance between him and Aisha is not too far, but just a simple look at it, and the simplest eye contact has been completed.

It's safe for the time being.