The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

A face that was familiar to the extreme, but put on an expression that he had never made. This subtle experience even made Jing'an appear absent for a while.

"……black?"

"it's me."

Under the simple response, there is no tone of ups and downs and fluctuations. It is no exaggeration to say that even the system's great reading is not as exaggerated as black.

Jing'an's gaze flowed, and she caught sight of the little guy in his hand - Jasmine and Aisha looked motionless, apparently not yet fully adapted to the shift in space, and they were still in a coma.

The old popsicle was pushed on his shoulders by him, languishing like a dead wolf.

Only from the current situation, Jing'an also roughly guessed what happened while she was still in a coma.

"Did you find them all for me?"

Hei nodded nonchalantly and replied slowly.

"The surrounding environment is not considered safe, and we need to continue to be vigilant. These guys are the objects you value, so this view also affects some of my judgments."

He paused slightly, the skin on his face trembling, and a few words were squeezed out.

"I can't bear to watch these guys lying in the snow."

Affected by my thoughts?

I have to say that this kind of argument is quite new to Jing'an. He didn't expect that his own behavior and habits would appear on Hei's body, like the current situation, which can be summed up in the word accident.

Some subtle emotions brewed between the two, and then they were actively broken by Jing'an.

"Really... Then anyway, thank you in advance."

Affirming goodwill, this is a regulation that should be followed no matter what the situation is.

The other party just nodded slightly and stopped talking. He squatted down and placed the two people and one dog lightly in front of Jing'an.

"If there is nothing else, then I will first..."

"wait."

Since the old popsicles didn't have any serious problems, Jing'an's attention could be transferred to other places.

It just so happened that he also had some concerns about the dark situation.

For example... black dress.

"Where did you find this dress?"

Using clothes to describe it may be regarded as a certain degree of praise, because the thing that is draped on the black body is completely some weird thing patched together.

"Do you say this?"

As if mentioning something worthy of complacency, the black expression became softer at this moment.

"I found them in some bungalows. I saw them in your memory. Furs are precious and warm clothing."

"Wearing clothes of this kind of material can make me look more like an heir born in a good family. This will also allow me to gain a certain degree of respect while in contact with others."

The theoretical knowledge is very rich.

But as far as human common sense is concerned, it can be said to be a failure.

The unmodified rough fur was completely half-finished, and Jing'an even saw the head of the wild wolf standing diagonally on his shoulders. And the black head went through the crack in the back, and then put this thing that could even be said to be ‘savage’ on his body.

If it was nothing more than that, Jing'an would not be interested in complaining at all.

But……

Black should have no concept of underwear at all.

The fur, which is not too wide and long, can only reluctantly act on the effect of the top, and as the lower body, it has been completely exposed to the air at this time.

The cold wind blew, and the long object hanging between the hips was gently blown and floated in the air...

It's too spicy.

Jing'an pursed his mouth, and couldn't help but roll his head temporarily - at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of intense shame as if he was looking in a mirror.

Imagine this looking like this, holding his own face, walking the birds all the way on the street.

Just thinking of these things made Jing'an herself start to feel sick.

"I'll make a long story short, you can leave, but at least change your clothes... I'll take you to find a store."

As if thinking of something, Jing'an's expression suddenly stiffened at this moment.

Elena's domain power is withdrawn, what about the guys who were included as slaves? In addition, how did Hei get this fur?

Go to the bungalow and look around at will. Which family would accept such a pervert who doesn't wear clothes?

Thinking of this, Jing An couldn't help but blurt out.

"Wait, are there any other living people in the town?"

"And where did you get this fur?"

Hei tilted his head, was silent for a while, and then continued.

"I haven't seen a few living people. The streets are full of corpses. I have checked them and their physical condition and health are not enough for sudden death, but they have all the characteristics of brain death."

"Based on the existing knowledge, they should all be slaves belonging to the mezzanine space of Elena."

Speaking of this, Jing'an reacted. His brows were raised slightly, and he stood up while squatting.

The mezzanine space disappeared, and Elena must have lost her breath. Now that the mezzanine space covering the small town has collapsed, has the situation of the entire settlement...had been restored to normal?

No, the idea itself has some problems.

Jing'an silently denied her conjecture in her heart, because these contents are obviously different from the information packaged in the system-after the phantom pathway develops to a high level, it will have the ability to affect reality.

The most intuitive performance right now.

It was the bungalow that had been completely burnt out on the side, leaving only a whole ruined bungalow.

If nothing else, this would be Jasmine and her sister settling down together, ready to be used as the hut for opening a shop in the future. But in the mezzanine space, in order to deal with the group of dark humanoid monsters, Jasmine personally set alight on them together to help everyone out of their predicament.

If it's just another ‘hypothesis’ scene in space, how should the current ruins be explained?

The most appropriate explanation is that Elena's ability of her own evolutionary pathway has been developed to a very deep level. Based on this premise, space can also feed back into reality to a certain extent, and this will cause a series of incredible reactions.

The environment can be assimilated.

As a mutant, he does not have this tendency.

So... what about other ordinary people?

With the mentality of applying for his own thoughts, Jing An silently mobilized the heart of the giant, so that his eyes were covered with a hazy golden light again.

The first entry is a bright, warm daylight.