The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"Okay, I will try my best, sir."

The little guy who was called by her name solemnly nodded, and then she loosened her hands holding Jing'an and started to step forward slowly.

Beneath the soft skin, the tough inner bones were wrapped in it, undulating under her feet, like a turbulent deck warehouse, giving her some ridiculous thoughts-if I stood on top of the ship , Maybe this is the feeling, right?

The whimsy was just a fleeting pause. After moving to a position near the neck, Aisha stopped. She squatted down cautiously, pressing her little hands against this sour skin.

Thoughts surged at this moment, and a bubble-like illusory figure was formed in his mind for a moment. Under the transparent appearance, it was exactly the same avatar as her.

Simple familiarity, after knowing her own situation, Aisha took the initiative to let go of her consciousness interval, so as to be able to directly touch the silver dragon's sea of ​​consciousness.

Compassionate ability.

Just like being thrown into a vast ocean, Aisha completely broke through all the barriers of the opponent after only a moment's pause, until she came into contact with this most original source and affected the underlying consciousness area of ​​the creature's every move.

But before Aisha could come back to her senses, a strong smell of rust came out.

At the same time, the vast ocean that enveloped her was instantly immersed in blood-like dazzling brilliance.

Killing, devouring, death, hunting failure, fear, fear.

These all-pervasive negative emotions surged up at this moment, as if they were about to tear her apart, constantly scouring Aisha's only gleam of reason.

"Woo..."

Obviously, even with the psychological preparation, Aisha has fallen into a disadvantage almost in a blink of an eye. Don't talk about the means to control the other party, for the current situation, just want to keep your thinking normal, it is already considered as going all out.

Accident?

But it is not so. Because as early as in Jiang Yue’s memory, Aisha had already checked a somewhat similar memory-at the stage of just becoming a mutant, Jiang Yue was also full of passion and vitality. She had tried to mate with mosquitoes and flies. The sympathy, but the ending is a frustrating failure.

Just at the moment of contact, the noise that can bring people close to collapse instantly envelops Jiang Yue's consciousness. Under this premise, even just maintaining a sense of sympathy is a kind of heinous suffering.

But Jiang Yue persisted for a week, during which she tried several times to communicate with each other, but in the end she could only return without success. Even when the language system is crossed, the two sides still cannot reach a conscious communication. This kind of attempt is undoubtedly a very frustrating thing.

In fact, Jiang Yue did give up this useless attempt. After a simple filing, her plan was banned, and at the same time she would never think about this crazy attempt again.

So, is Jing'an really right?

This thought only appeared in Aisha's mind for a while, and then she pressed it back into her heart.

Mr. will not lie to me.

The case of failure is still vivid, but he has to step into a desperate situation again under such circumstances. It can be described as seeking a dead end, but Aisha has a high degree of trust in Jing'an.

After firming up this belief in her heart, Aisha followed Jing'an's prompt and completely let go of her consciousness-the azure light circle expanded in an instant, encompassing a huge sea of ​​blood in this deep sea of ​​blood. Circle.

Not communication, but slavery.

This thought began to surge and roll like a tide, and in an instant it encompassed all of her thoughts. Due to the difference in consciousness between the two sides, a sense of Wei Yan that is difficult to control has risen from Aisha's chest.

Aisha's expression became serious and solemn, she stretched her right hand forward and said softly.

"Surrender to me... worm."

The arrogance that originated in the heart raised Aisha's figure infinitely, and her riotous spiritual power also spread instantly, like fuel soaked in water, the blue color expanded at this moment, and immediately opened up and The battle for the silver dragon consciousness.

At the same time, Jing'an, who was outside, saw a very obvious change.

Yinlong's struggle was gradually slowing down, and even the slender pupils that looked like lenses began to spread slightly, and the ups and downs that were pulled like a bellows slowed down at this moment, as if they were drunk or tending to a coma. There was a groggy state.

As for Aisha, who was standing on him, the aura wrapped around her body had already turned into a dazzling luster visible to the naked eye. A circle of deep blue that seemed to be as deep as the sea floated up at this moment, like a hazy halo, enveloping her in it.

It is not difficult to see that there has been a relatively obvious trend in the contest of consciousness between the two sides.

After seeing this, Jing'an also clearly showed a relieved expression. Although he is quite sure of his conjecture, no one can guarantee whether there will be an accident until he fully proves it.

Confidence does not mean blindly arrogant, if it were not for the particularity of Aisha's mutation pathway, Jing'an would not choose to let her try.

Fortunately, Aisha should be able to prove his conjecture.

The old popsicle on the side crawled on the relatively dry land, side by side with Jasmine, waiting quietly. But Hei Tengpang approached Yinlong's side like no one, and began to detect the sharp claws that were enough to crack gold and stone.

"Well... it's really interesting."

It seems that with the exception of Jing'an, everyone present cannot communicate with him on the same channel.

And after waiting for another minute or so, the battle of consciousness that was paid attention to by everyone came to an end. I saw that the halo wrapped around Aisha suddenly dissipated, and Aisha, who was half squatting on the silver dragon, suddenly softened, and even fell behind her.

Jing'an, who had eye problems and quick hands, stretched out her hand and hugged her up.

"Did you make it?"

After removing the barrier, everyone who came near saw Aisha's sweaty head, and even her lips were dry and peeled.

"me……"

Beneath the dry voice was the weird noise that had severely deformed its voice. Jasmine on the side even took out a small bottle of water storage from the package she was carrying, and jumped and ran to Aisha's side.

"Be careful and drink slowly."

After hydrating, Aisha's face has improved slightly. She first nodded her head to thank Jasmine, then turned her head, and whispered to Jing'an.

"Sir, you guessed right, I have indeed controlled him."

With that, Aisha forced herself to stand up. Her eyes slowly closed at this moment, and then she raised her right arm, and the slightly raised index finger began to draw a circle at this moment.

Rustling.