The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Silver dragons do not have the concept of scales and coats, but in contrast, they have a very developed sweat gland system. After hunting, or violent activities such as torn buckets, they need to circulate the heat in the body to relieve them.

Just like the structure of human skin, the ‘water cooling’ system formed is a major feature of Yinlong.

At the same time, this extremely memorable feature also brings some speechless side effects. For example... the exaggerated body odor right now.

Forcefully pressing down on her vomiting desire that had begun to surge, Jing An frowned tightly, and stretched out her hands, grabbing Yinlong's towering chest.

Started with a creamy touch.

The fur-like flesh that seems to have been soaked in water and wet, and then soaked, is just like an oily loach. If it were not for the system's advance reminder, Jing'an even suspected that she might accidentally let go.

It's really sloppy.

With a slight concentration, Jing'an tightly grasped the two pieces of flesh in his hands at this moment. After a brief boost, he immediately pressed his entire body forward.

Pulled by the giant's heart, the turbulent power is booming at this moment. The wrestling formed by the two sides collided and confronted in an instant. But after a few seconds of pause, Yinlong let out a screaming scream.

"Woo..."

After the sobbing, this huge behemoth that was tens of meters wide was knocked to the ground. I saw that Jing'an was standing right on Yinlong's chest, and the golden light in his eyes was even worse.

If you want to kill the opponent, you only need to throw a punch at this moment, you can crush this huge skeleton together, and then crush the internal organs of this silver dragon into pieces.

But Jing'an is not for this purpose. He went to great lengths to leave this reckless and wild evolution beast a way to survive. The ultimate goal is to achieve a bolder goal.

Jing An raised his head and shouted loudly at a group of people in the distance.

"Aisha, come here quickly!"

The sudden call made the little guy stunned for a while, and when he realized that what Jing'an was yelling was his name, Aisha hurriedly rushed forward under the gaze of her companions.

"I'm here, sir! May I ask what's the matter..."

Although she wanted to keep getting closer, the silver dragon, who was still struggling, was still throwing vigorously. She is like a landing goshawk. The pair of wide and thin fleshy wings are constantly hitting the ground below her body, raising a piece of floating soil, and rendering the surroundings hazy. The earthy yellow luster.

A few sharp barbs followed the exaggerated movements of the silver dragon and swept across the air, whizzing out the sound of breaking wind. If you step forward without thinking about it... I'm afraid it will be a decent end.

Obviously, this silver dragon is not willing to cooperate with Jing'an's work.

In contrast, some relatively... violent methods need to be used here.

Jing'an's clenched hands suddenly released from the moment, and the sudden pulling force dissipated at this moment. Yinlong easily grasped this turning point in an instant. When he raised his head with a roar, he wanted to fight back at the little man who was standing on his chest...

He could only see a person from far to near, until he threw himself in front of him. Within those snake-like pupils, he accurately caught Jing An's figure, and glanced at his body that was half-turned because of the accumulation of energy.

Before Yinlong's uncivilized brain thought about it carefully, he saw that Jing'an had begun to take action.

Turn around and punch.

The wind-tearing right fist stirred the air at this moment, bursting into the air with a weird neigh. Then, wrapped in a wave of wind and waves visible to the naked eye, it struck the Yinlong's jaw straightly.

Peng!

The hardness of the collision between the fist bone and the skull caused a thrilling muffled sound throughout the snowfield. I saw the hideous crocodile's head bounced up high at this moment, and even the long neck was pulled up together and stretched into a stiff strip.

Such a straightforward and decisive performance of violence only used nearly half of the force on the left and right. If Jing'an doesn't choose to regain strength at the last moment...

The watermelon that was knocked open by a stick was the final fate of this silver dragon.

"Hey..."

It was like a canine that was completely crushed and forced to expose its abdomen. At this moment, Yinlong's voice no longer had the slightest arrogance--his chin was skewed strangely, and he glanced at the other side of his mouth, until the mouthful of broken teeth were exposed in the ice and snow.

The jaw is dislocated and the teeth are almost all broken.

Such an exaggerated injury, if it were other ordinary animals, is already close to the death line. But for evolutionary beasts. Teeth can regenerate and injuries can heal.

As long as you don't lose your life, there will always be a chance to recover again. And before that... in order to survive, to recognize this powerful little bit is also a wild wisdom.

The struggling movement began to slow down, and even the breathing of Yinlong began to slow down gradually.

Seeing that her method has worked, Jing'an nodded to herself. He pondered for a moment, then waved to Aisha on the side and shouted.

"come on."

Aisha glanced apprehensively at the fleshy wings dotted with barbed thorns, and then quickly stepped forward. She stepped over Yinlong's throat, and under the guidance of Jing'an, she climbed to his side.

"Sir, what can you do with me?"

Jing An was staring at the silver dragon under him, and said softly without looking back.

"I need you to find a way to control this silver dragon. So that we can sit on his back later and cross the entire tundra."

This sudden thought only scratched a trace just now, and Jing'an could no longer ignore it. He simply weighed the pros and cons before he made his own decision.

It is necessary to find a way to get this silver dragon.

Because the ability to fly in the air regardless of terrain and area restrictions is undoubtedly an extremely convenient means of movement. For the Silver Dragon, their endurance is also commendable-for example, after capturing nearly five or six hundred catties of reindeer, they can easily carry them back to their lair.

Just Jing'an and his party are more than enough.

So if this plan can be realized, Jing'an's travel time can be reduced to a certain extent.

"……Uh?"

An inexplicable expression appeared on Aisha's face, and she seemed to be unable to understand what Jing'an said for a while. Could not help but repeat it again at this moment.

"I, go to manipulate this silver dragon?"