The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"Aisha, what are you doing! Sir, they are still outside!"

Jasmine, who was in shock, was constantly shaking Aisha at this time, trying to stop her from locking the door.

The mere sensation of drowning did not make her feel obvious discomfort. And the dim twilight right now was nothing more than a normal scene in Jasmine's eyes.

She didn't have an intuitive understanding of how dangerous the outside was. But just based on Jing'an's reaction and the slight malice pervading the air, she also knew a thing or two.

"Should we not go out and fight side by side with Mr.?"

"On the contrary, we should listen to Mr. Jing'an even more at this time!"

The sudden roar scared Jasmine almost instantly. Obviously he was a small man who was thinner than himself, but at this time he exploded out of proportion to his body shape.

She seemed to notice something wrong with her attitude, Aisha turned her head away, and cleared her throat a little embarrassingly.

"Jasmine, listen carefully. When we go out now, we will only add to the trouble for the husband! In order to make him feel at ease, we should protect ourselves here, and that is the most important thing to do."

For people with clearer logical thinking, while sorting out the matter, she is also re-examining the cause and whereabouts of this entire incident.

She recalled the experience of working together with the old popsicle in the cave. But even so, she didn't have the slightest tendency to swell. On the contrary, while deeply aware of her shortcomings, Aisha also made her position clear.

As the logistics party, she is Jing'an's last escape route.

"Believe in Mr.'s judgment, after all, with our strength, we really can't help much."

Jasmine couldn't compete with Aisha, so she had to pinch the wrinkled and white corners of her clothes nervously, and asked with a trembling voice.

"Then, what is it outside that makes you so nervous?"

Aisha also wants to know.

No one likes the feeling of being kept in the dark.

"I do not know either."

Just as the two inside the house were tense, the confrontation outside the house was gradually deviating slightly.

It was not that Jing'an took the initiative to attack, but the opponent was slowly approaching. Through the micro movements of the old popsicles, Jing An also keenly perceives this.

Contrast with it.

Distance, shape, and even key points.

These vital pieces of information cannot be relayed in a simple way, which is undoubtedly a bit tricky.

At the same time, there are very unfavorable environmental conditions for Jing'an and the old popsicles.

No light tonight.

He half raised his head and looked into the distance, but he could only catch a glimpse of the sparse fireplace fire. If you continue to raise your head, you can't catch the slightest light source at all.

It seems that in this interlayer space, the main messenger has forgotten to copy the moon as outrageous.

Only the kerosene lamp hanging on the side of the gate was still trying to radiate light at this time, helping Jing'an light up this small area around him. And in such a cramped and limited space, is the entire range that Jing'an can detect.

With such a lack of prerequisites, even Ru Jingan did not dare to act rashly. After several thoughts, he finally raised his right hand and made a simple gesture toward the old popsicle.

Go back and watch the changes.

Even if there is no language exchange, the two parties still achieve the exchange of information. The old ice lolly tightened his body vigilantly, while slowly retreating towards him.

At this moment, a somewhat abrupt voice came from the front right of Jing'an.

"Shusha..."

"Shusha..."

This is not a movement that Feixue can make when it hits the ground.

Jing'an and the old popsicle turned their heads together and stared at the front right position, trying to capture the other side's figure through this little faint and thin light.

But at this moment, Jing'an felt an incomparable throbbing pain from the entire left half of her body.

The weird touch, like splitting him in half, made Jing'an instantly aware of the problem—the movement on the right was just to attract attention, and the actual goal was their left.

The warning that danger perception can do is only one second long.

There was no room to hesitate, Jing'an immediately pulled the trigger in his heart to trigger the characteristic ability.

Bullet time, five times the speed.

The fading, slowing world gradually spreads in a corrugated manner. Jing'an also took advantage of this opportunity to turn around and make preparations to deal with the enemy.

At the next moment, a long black shadow burst into the lighting range.

In the slow world, Jing'an was finally able to clearly and completely capture the complete appearance of the other party.

That is jet black skin that blends perfectly with the background.

The composition of the human-like limbs and torso is not unfamiliar. Jing'an's eyes flowed over the opponent's body, and he caught a glimpse of the sharp barbs protruding from the joints and then extending.

Feet, legs, torso, arms, elbows, neck, and a serious head. Judging from the perspective of a normal person, this weird humanoid monster has nothing special.

At best, it was just like an ordinary person splattered with black paint.

However, compared with these, it is not these ordinary characteristics that Jing'an cares most about.

This guy...has no face.

Perfectly round, smooth face like a goose egg, without the slightest ups and downs. An angle that is as smooth as a mirror surface can almost be reflective to a certain extent.

Between the electric light and flint, Jing'an has already grasped all the characteristics of the other party. He retreated a short half step to the side, and at the same time he gave up his birth shape, he also forced the opponent's pounce to miss, causing his entire body to slap on the thick wooden door.

bump.

The collision between the body and the object caused the old popsicle on the side to turn his head in surprise. At the same time, Aisha and Jasmine, who were hiding behind the door, couldn't help but get their hairs upright at this time.

Although the information is not interlinked, at this moment, everyone present has learned an important piece of information.

The opponent shot.

In the accelerated world, Jing'an not only showed a somewhat confused expression. His brows were raised slightly, and his eyes kept turning on this weird humanoid monster and the wooden door.

The opponent's strength is unexpectedly very small... it can even be said to be weak.

You must know that even a little devil like Aisha, under the premise of accumulating a punch, will never just make this point.

Are you showing weakness?

Or are there other premeditations?

For the purpose of being cautious, Jing'an subconsciously wanted to lift his right leg and kick the opponent away.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt shocked and thought of a very important joint.

If it was just such a weak and feeble guy, why did his perception of danger at the time give him such an exaggerated warning?