Pollution throughout the territory

Following the direction of the sound, Xia Ren turned his stiff neck and saw a figure sitting cross-legged next to him.

Behind the man, there was a dark and empty background, with light shining directly from the other side. Xia Ren blinked and adjusted to the light slightly before he could see the other person's face clearly.

He looks a little green, no more than twenty years old, but he is extremely handsome, so handsome that Xia Ren is a little moved. Under his flowing and smooth blond hair, there are two sharp eyebrows like swords, and blue eyes. Here, there are three parts unruly, three parts cool, three parts able to see through the vicissitudes of the world, and ninety-one parts arrogant.

The fair face is clean without any impurities, the strong nose bridge brings out the characteristics of the Xizhou people to the fullest, and the lips seem to be painted with lipstick, giving people a smooth and smooth feeling.

"Who are you……"

As soon as Xia Ren opened his mouth, he felt his throat was as dry as if it were being rubbed roughly by sand baked by fire.

And he also felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the other party's attitude.

The young man was touching his chin with one hand and supporting his elbow with the other hand, looking at himself up and down.

Under the other person's gaze, Xia Ren even felt as if his clothes had been stripped off.

He wanted to understand the current situation, but his headache seemed to be splitting apart, which could not support him to think calmly.

His whole body was sore and swollen, and the action of raising his hand had already consumed all his strength.

After looking at him carefully, the young man put away his gaze, took out a palm-sized oblate metal kettle from his arms, and said in a disdainful tone: "Open your mouth!"

People were under the eaves and had to lower their heads. Xia Ren could only open his mouth obediently and watched helplessly as he stuffed the spout of the kettle into his mouth.

Suddenly, the clear and cold liquid touched the tongue and slid into the throat.

Xia Ren's eyes widened.

This feeling is unmistakable, it is Ming Shui!

And at least it has reached the standard of the second-level anti-pollution liquid that I redeemed from the system, and it is even purer!

What's especially important is that unlike the stingy system that only gives out a few drops at a time and can't even lick enough, the young man's water bottle is filled with at least seven or eight mouthfuls of ghost water!

"Gurgling..."

Xia Ren was like a piglet lying on the head of the sow Fu Yi, sucking desperately and absorbing the liquid in the kettle.

The place where the underworld water flowed in his mouth was like the land moistened by the spring rain. Crisp new shoots bloomed from the barren earth, and all the cells were instantly rejuvenated!

Soon, Xia Ren drank all the water in the pot. His throat was no longer dry, and his dry lips were hydrated again. Although it could not be called a resurrection with full blood, it at least solved the urgent need and allowed him to have a prosperous period. Three or four points of strength.

The young man took back the kettle, looked at the spout that was in contact with Xia Ren's lips, narrowed his eyes, and threw it to the ground aside with disgust on his face.

Xia Ren's eyes widened and he thought to himself, what a good pot it must be to be able to hold ghost water, how could he just throw it away.

The kettle happened to be not far from him, so he stretched out his hand and touched it.

The young man's eyes instantly became sharp: "You...can't take what I won't give you!"

Good guy, are these familiar lines intended to be used as a domineering president?

Xia Ren looked at the young man, sighed inwardly, and let go of the hand that had just touched the pot with some regret.

Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly changed his mind and snorted: "Take it!"

"Uh..." Xia Ren.

Are you a tsundere?

He didn't dare to say this, so he took the pot in his hand obediently.

This pot should feel like metal, but it's surprisingly light, almost like plastic.

【Contained object found: stay true to your original intention!

Ability: The liquid in this pot will always remain in the same state as when it was put in. 】

"?"

Xia Ren was stunned.

This humble kettle is actually a fucking containment object?

What is the identity of this young man? He gave himself the Ming Shui and this kettle just now, and he didn't seem to feel any distress at all.

Xia Ren silently wanted to put the kettle into his pocket, but after touching up and down, he realized that he didn't have any clothes on him.

No wonder I felt exposed just now, it turned out that I really had no clothes on!

Xia Ren looked at the young man subconsciously.

Their eyes met, and the young man seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He was about to get angry, but for some reason he suppressed it and said coldly: "I am not... interested in your body!"

Hey, why is the last word "interest" emphasized in such a strong tone? This makes me feel insecure at all!

If he wasn't embarrassed in front of others, Xia Ren would immediately want to touch his butt to see if there was anything strange.

The last time I was so worried was when Dr. Liao took out a condom at the foundation.

It seemed like every time I was in a coma outside, nothing good would happen to me.

But even though he couldn't touch his butt, Xia Ren still took this opportunity to sit up.

"It feels like something is wrong."

He muttered.

Of course, this is not to say that there is something wrong with the butt, but the surrounding environment.

The sun still makes my skin very hot, and the sky is still black, and the blue ball is still hanging there.

Xia Ren was stunned.

The scene before me seemed familiar.

The mind becomes smoother, just like a constipated patient who hasn't had a bowel movement in a week. He puts down his grudge and uses Kaisellu for the first time. A lot of thoughts come out and become coherent.

He looked up blankly at the vast and lonely universe above his head. After a while, he was finally able to be sure.

I am not on Blue Star.

Xia Ren suddenly remembered his childhood dream.

At that time, my mother asked herself what she wanted to be when she grew up, and her young self happily said that she wanted to be an astronaut and go to the moon when she grew up.

I didn't expect this wish to come true so suddenly.

"No wonder it's white..."

Xia Ren looked around. The place he was in was a scene similar to the Gobi Desert. The difference was that there was no wind here, and both the raised boulders and the floating soil on the ground were all lifeless gray-white.

Empty, dead silence.

Unlike the ruins in the dream, if there is an apocalypse in reality, it is right before our eyes.

Here it is, the moon.

He and the young man next to him were sitting on the surface of the moon.

"Strange, I don't feel suffocated."

Xia Ren touched his heart. It was still beating, but his lungs were not beating. He had naturally forgotten about breathing, and he was not dead yet.

Aside from the fact that you are on the moon, this in itself is a miracle.

He looked at the young man and found that the other man had his arms crossed on his chest and looked at him expressionlessly.

But for some reason, Xia Ren felt that he was waiting for something.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and said, "Anyway, thank you for saving me."

But when he lowered his head, he could see his good brother.

Not to mention, Xia Ren felt a little uncomfortable for the first time without clothes. No wonder other people always wear clothes when going out.

After hearing this, the young man's expression softened and he said:

"Just as a special treat for you, let me introduce you again. My name is Cinny Grant!"