The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

In such a critical juncture, the old popsicle involuntarily recalled the prompt given by the system just now.

[Old popsicle, you are Mr. Jing'an's right-hand man. As a special type of individual, the conditions you need to advance are simpler than humans. Sufficient experience and energy intake have already been met as a prerequisite. As of now, there is only one requirement left.]

[What on earth do you want to help Jingan? 】

Directly at the soul-like inquiry, the old popsicle fell into a brief period of confusion at the time.

What kind of specialty does he want to develop? To be honest, the old popsicles are not particularly clear. He only knew that he was so small that he could treat it as nothing, whether it was a red flame red python or a whale beast.

But even so, he knew the ultimate goal he wanted to achieve-that is, to become a partner that Jing'an can entrust, and always be with him.

Just want to become stronger.

When this thought came to his mind, the mutant cells in his body also responded to the call of the old popsicle at the same time.

Cells belonging to a small number of types continued to multiply and multiply at this time, and finally a rather strange organ was built in the body of the old popsicle - this thing is not the size of a fist, but it hangs on the side of its heart. Several blood vessels are connected to it, which are as magnificent as a flying bridge erected one after another.

At the same time, with the beating of the heart beside him, he also trembled and contracted. Doing traction, and the most basic conveying work.

The second heart.

This scene is enough to call it a miracle, but it comes from the handwriting of the system.

[Neither detection nor combat are separate entities. Through the means of strengthening physical fitness, you can finally achieve the effect you expected for the old popsicle]

The brand-new ability that should have passed continuous testing and experimentation to be familiar with, but at this time, with the help of the system, a series of usage methods and precautions were packaged and sent to the old popsicle's mind.

In just a moment of dazedness, he was already thoroughly familiar with all the functions of the second heart. At the same time, the strength of the old popsicle has also been improved by leaps and bounds.

"Roar……"

Through conscious activation, the second heart contracted in an instant and began to accelerate. Like the heart of a giant in Jing'an, under the influence of the brand-new ‘motor’, the old popsicle’s body shape has also begun to swell slightly, becoming even stronger than before.

Under the strong urge, the old popsicle's forelimb that was twisted due to the injury also began to congestion and deform, and thus returned to its original shape-under the anesthesia of the blood turmoil, the old popsicle can even be able to The pain sensation used as a warning is completely shielded.

Thanks to this, the old popsicle can once again tear the white fog and advance forward.

Didn't you die...

Without a wave of thoughts, Noeldang made a relative response. She twisted her neck so that the front tentacles could reverse direction, but at the next moment, she clearly realized something was wrong.

The speed is too fast.

However, there was only a momentary pause in the flow of thoughts, and the yellow and black figure had moved from far to near. This speed is a bit faster than that of the tentacles, so that Knoll's detection still sends back complete information.

Within the vague "line of sight", he could only catch a glimpse of a red and white intersecting afterimage-it was a gap made up of a long tongue and sharp teeth that was constantly enlarged and enlarged until it covered the entire range of her perception.

Can't keep up.

A little surprised emotion just came to mind, only to see that the other party had closed his jaw. The broad head replaced the sharp-edged long kiss, and kept approaching in Noel's sight.

What does he want to do?

Before the thought was formed, a violent shock came from her head.

Boom! ! !

As if the whole cave was trembling, Aisha on the side could not help but tremble. She half-turned her head, just to reflect the state of one person and one dog into her sight.

The first to land was the dizzy old popsicle. He was like a burnt out match. After a violent collision, he was bounced off by the reaction force. His limbs were constantly fluttering in the air, struggling, and the last head was suffocated. To the side wall on the other side until it slid to the ground.

The bright red tongue was sticking out, accompanied by waves of faint twitches. Although the appearance of the old popsicle, which was quite a ghost, was also a little weird, there was no worry of life.

"Hey..."

He even has spare capacity to talk nonsense.

Known as a wolf with a copper head and iron bone tofu waist, its characteristics are also suitable for old popsicles.

In contrast, it was Noel, who was more eye-catching in appearance. She was leaning back against the side wall at this time, and fell into a short silence-the first half of her head was sunken downward, as if a round bowl was buckling on top of her forehead.

Not yet corrupted, the decomposed brain tissue is squeezed and deformed by the impact force. In the end, she had to continue to extend and expand towards the edge, until her temples were cracked, so that some fishy milky white tissue was smelt out of it.

This scene made Aisha look a little scared.

If it were a normal person, it would be dead by now.

But... the other party is not a living person in the usual sense. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but move faster.

Running by Nuoer's side, she picked up the package that had fallen to the ground, and then squatted down, pulling and supporting Jing'an's body that seemed to fall apart.

A hundred catties of bone and flesh are undoubtedly a severe test for children who are not more than ten years old.

But even so, Aisha still gritted her teeth and wrapped Jing'an's arm around her back neck until she took the weight of his whole body.

"Woo..."

Even dragging and dragging may not be enough to describe one thousandth of the current scene. Even if she tried her best, Aisha could only slowly lead Jing'an forward towards the entrance of the cave. Without taking into account the image, Jing'an's upper body was tightly attached to Aisha's back, and his head was stuck right in there. Her face sideways.

"Sir, sir, wake up, please..."

Under the hypnotic self-talk, there is a refreshing breath. This smell was even more abrupt in the cold wind, but it made Aisha instantly recognize where the prototype was.

This is the smell of chewed licorice.

She half-turned her head, while dragging hard, she looked at Jing'an, who was hanging on her shoulder, panting.

I have never had such exaggerated close contact with Mr. Jing'an.

The pale profile and the slightly closed eyes were not unfamiliar, but at this moment they gave Aisha a strange feeling.

It seems...some unspeakable expectation is beginning to take root and sprout in her heart.

She seemed to feel a little inexplicable affection, but under such intensity of'work', she was instantly suppressed in her heart. Aisha shook her head silently, choosing to leave these feelings behind.

There are still important things right now, but it's not the time to think about these nosy things.