End of ten days

"Ant" tried to stretch out his hand again, but Qi Xia once again pushed his hand aside.

This weird behavior also made the creature in front of him understand its current situation.

He knew there was someone in front of him who was neither afraid of him nor running away.

Qi Xia looked up and looked into the distance. At this time, more and more "ants" began to converge here.

But their state was no different from what I remembered. They were just lying far away, not daring to approach them at all.

At this time, the "ant" in front of him finally changed his expression. He exhaled and then stretched out his hand again.

But this time he didn't extend his palm, but instead extended a finger.

Qi Xia thought about the other party's intention, then reached out and touched the cold finger.

The "ant" took a breath of cold air the moment his hands touched it. He wanted to shrink back but was thinking about something, showing a very strange expression.

For the first time, Qi Xia knew that after a person loses all his facial features, the facial expressions will be infinitely magnified.

The next second, "Ant" turned his hand and instantly grabbed Qi Xia's wrist, and his body jumped up from the ground and squatted on the window sill.

Qi Xia clearly felt a rotten stench coming towards his face, but he did not retreat.

He really wanted to know what the "ant" in front of him wanted to do.

I saw the "ant" holding Qi Xia's wrist with one hand, turning his palm over, and then stretched out the fingers of the other hand and gently rubbed his palm a few times.

After a few seconds, Qi Xia realized that the other party wanted to write in the center of his palm.

But his hands were twisted backwards and then re-healed. The control of his fingers was obviously very poor, and the words he wrote were difficult to understand.

After he finished writing, he found that Qi Xia had no reaction, so he could only lower his head, raise Qi Xia's palm to his eyes, carefully control his fingers and write again.

This time Qi Xia seemed to feel it.

It's the word "who".

Qi Xia knew that the other party was probably asking about his identity, but if he thought about it carefully, it was too ridiculous.

Could it be that these "ants" can only rely on this method if they want to find an accurate person?

Thinking of this, Qi Xia could only take the opponent's palm and wrote two words on the cracked skin.

"Qixia".

He felt as if he had written words on the dry bark of a tree with his fingertips, and he could not tell whether the other person could know what he had written.

"Ant" waited in the dark night for Qi Xia to finish writing, his palms trembling slightly.

His dry mouth opened wide and he kept breathing out.

Before Qi Xia could say anything else, he grabbed his hand again, this time with much greater strength than before.

He stretched out his fingers and wrote a word very hard on Qi Xia's palm.

The character was written crookedly, but Qi Xia still guessed the content based on the structure.

"escape"!

"What...?" Qi Xia narrowed his eyes, raised his palm and looked at the non-existent word "escape", feeling puzzled.

First, he didn't understand the other party's identity and position. He only knew that the other party was an "ant." Second, he was not sure whether the other party was completely rational. Third, he had no place to "escape" at all.

So where does this word "escape" mean you want to "escape"?

Qi Xia looked at the "ant" with an exaggerated expression in front of him and felt that it would take some effort to communicate with him.

So he took the other person's hand and carefully wrote a question mark.

After seeing the question mark, the other party's expression became turbulent again. He kept dancing and making unclear sounds in his mouth.

He must have wanted to speak very much, but nothing could come out.

This burst of noise also woke up Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin in the house.

The two opened their eyes in a daze, and suddenly found Qi Xia holding hands with a monster in front of the window. The scene was a bit too scary.

"I'm throwing it!!" Qiao Jiajin shouted, stood up, and picked up the chair next to him.

"Holy shit!" Chen Junnan stumbled from the table for the first time, but he immediately stabilized his body and looked for a weapon. Unfortunately, there were only tables and benches here, so he could only move a table.

Qi Xia did not turn around, but stretched out her hand backwards and stopped the two of them when they were about to step forward.

Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin were stunned for a long time, not knowing what Qi Xia meant.

"Old Qi... if you are going to be kidnapped by this bug, just blink." Chen Junnan said.

Qi Xia didn't answer or turn around. He just steadied himself and waved to them.

The two of them looked at each other, put down the tables and chairs in their hands, and walked cautiously towards Qi Xia.

After getting closer, I found that the situation was even weirder than before.

The "ant" was squatting on the windowsill, holding Qi Xia's palm as if he had found a treasure, and was drawing something on his palm with his fingertips.

"Oh..." Although Chen Junnan felt that the situation in front of him was difficult to understand, he still had to speak up, "Old Qi, you stayed up most of the night... are you looking for a palmistry from a master?"

"Huh...?" Qiao Jiajin scratched his head after hearing this, "Are there any door-to-door fortune tellers here...?"

"Come and see." Qi Xia said.

After hearing this, the two leaned forward and looked at this strange "ant".

His expression was both panic and surprise, and he was writing a word back and forth on Qi Xia's palm.

Qiao Jiajin kept moving forward. He felt that the words written by this person had few strokes and should be easy to recognize, but he couldn't recognize what the word was after looking at it for a long time.

"What is this written..."

After listening, Chen Junnan turned his head and looked at Qiao Jiajin: "Are you stupid? Don't you recognize this word?"

"I really can't recognize it."

After the other party finished writing this simple word again, Qi Xia slowly pulled his hand back, sighed, and whispered: "It's "dragon"."

"Ah?" Qiao Jiajin felt that he seemed to have heard it wrong, "Is "dragon" written like this?"

He stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, trying to tell the two that the word "dragon" has many more strokes.

"Brother, we use simplified characters." Chen Junnan patted his shoulder.

"Uh..." Qiao Jiajin's outstretched hand was stunned in the air, a little embarrassed.

Qi Xia ignored the two people who were arguing, just looking at the "ant" in front of him.

The first word is "escape", the second word is "dragon", is this clear or not?

I don't know if the other party has completely lost control of his body, or he thinks that writing these two words is enough.

Qi Xia once again put his palm on it, hoping that the other party can convey something more, but after writing it over and over again, there are only these two words.

"Do you want me to... "escape" from the hands of the "dragon"? "