The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

It is not pure hunger in nature.

As far as Noel was concerned at this time, she felt a more straightforward temptation from the humanoid creature in front of her. It seems that as long as he is torn apart, he can make his life level to a higher level.

The cells of the whole body are exuding manic messages, and the instincts imprinted in the gene fragments surge in an instant, and all of a sudden, the few rationality is forgotten.

Eat, swallow, evolve.

Following this simple and straightforward logic, Knoll's only remaining tentacle is constantly stretching forward.

The sharp blade-like teeth began to agitate, and the spiral mouthparts were like a horsepower blender, now shrouded in Jing'an's head.

It is not difficult to imagine the **** and terrifying consequences after the two touch each other.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Noel's side. With such an exhausting effort, even reaching the effect of a hissing shout, Noel's movements couldn't help but stop slightly.

"Hey! Stop!"

Do you want to fight off the harasser first, or choose to continue eating?

Within a simple selection, Noel quickly made a decision-digestion and swallowing are both a process that takes time, if left alone, it is likely to cause some unpredictable variables.

Dispose of these annoying dross first, and then chew slowly.

Under such a simple thought, Noel twisted her broken neck, like a pendant hanging from a string, and even turned her whole head behind her back.

"babble……"

The fascination, full of fear and timidity, gave Noel, who had already begun to produce a little sage, a little contempt. Compared to the two previous opponents, the larvae in front of them were obviously not a qualified prey.

But... what is this overwhelming feedback?

Before she could think about it, a cold and sticky touch fell on her body-the impact was not exaggerated, and it would not even make her slender body stagger a little.

what is this?

The strange touch made her fall into a brief period of confusion, but then, she finally penetrated the flying ash in front of her, and clearly shrouded the scope of perception on the figure.

The gray gown didn't fit well, and the braids **** behind his head were raised up high without meticulous care, like the long tail of a horse, standing pretty in the cold wind. Under the angular facial features, those deep lake-colored eyes squinted slightly in pain, seeming to be struggling.

This expression is no stranger to Noel, even...when did she seem to have seen it.

What kind of emotion does this expression contain, and when did you see it?

Through careful investigation, Noll keenly caught the opponent's lips wriggling slightly. The trembling voice rushed behind and came slowly.

"sorry Sorry……"

The blazing spot of light burst into her hands with a scorching light, like a star falling from the heavens. This spot of light exudes a subtle aura in Knoll's detection.

It seems...a bit dangerous.

The monster that had already left the human form, her thoughts paused briefly at this time, as if recalling some vague and broken memories, making her movements also appear obvious dullness.

It's an opportunity.

He took a breath and brewed it in his chest. In the long memory, the experience of once a guest hunter came to mind again. At the same time, a hint of determination flashed through Aisha's eyes.

Either you die or I am dead, and there is no room for the slightest hesitation.

And at the point when Aisha raised her arm high and was about to throw the thing in her hand towards Noel, a voice suddenly came from her mind.

[Please stop immediately, this amount of oil fire will definitely burn the opponent out! Now that Jing’an has not yet awakened, you have no means to stop the burning process, and this will lead to a very serious consequence]

After a lot of information flickered like an electric current, they passed into Aisha's brain. She even received this long series of inexplicable conversations completely with just a moment's attention.

"You...who are you?"

[My identity is not important, what you need most attention to right now is how to stop the monsters in front of you]

Aisha's throat squirmed up and down, seeming to acquiesce to the other person's point of view.

Under the premise of facing external pressure, uniting all forces and first solving external conflicts is naturally the primary goal.

"Then what should we do?"

A strange and deep male voice inserted from the side, but Aisha couldn't help being taken aback.

Compared to the ruthless electronic sound, the male's tone gave him a more familiar feeling.

"Big... big dog?"

"I told you before, don't call big dog, call me old popsicle."

An expression of astonishment emerged from Aisha's face, and her thoughts fell into a brief period of confusion. Where does this sound come from? How can you know so many things?

Furthermore, how could the old popsicle suddenly speak human words? !

"Old popsicle? Where are you! Why can't I see you?"

"It's just a little hurt, it's not a big problem. I'm trying to get close to each other..."

【quiet! I built a platform for two people to communicate on the same frequency, not for small talk]

If Jing'an is still conscious at this time, he will also show a surprised expression-in this case, the system can actually use Jiang Yue's brain contact characteristics?

[Considering the ultimate goal of Mr. Jing'an, I must emphasize a core point to the two: we are not trying to kill the other party, but need to subdue the opponent. I don't have enough time, so I can only propose a relatively simple plan to you...pi! 】

The sudden electrical noise made Aisha's brows slightly frowned, and she felt that the explosion made her brains hum.

"Are you... okay?"

[It's okay... Pi! The margin that can be extracted is inherently limited, and the instability of the platform is also under consideration. Please prepare the information for the two of you. I have packaged all the known content, please check it carefully]

As soon as she finished her voice, Aisha couldn't help but let out a muffled groan--a needle-like pain came from the top of her head, such a stimulating and clear touch, even if she let her goose bumps fall to the ground.

But at the same time, a long, concise message also flooded into her mind.

"This, this is..."

"It is indeed a good plan."

Compared to Aisha's restraint, the old popsicle is obviously more decisive. There was a bit of freedom and wildness in his voice.

"For Jing'an, I did it."