The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"Aisha, is he okay?"

In response to Jasmine's question, Aisha didn't answer immediately, because she didn't know what was going on with the old popsicle.

But judging from the appearance, this guy's situation is indeed not optimistic.

It was almost exhausted.

His nose was filled with debris, and he was shaking his head constantly, humming the flying ash and Luoxue. This action alone seemed to have exhausted his stamina.

As the old popsicle moved forward, his series of footprints that fell behind him were also very conspicuous.

Aisha's gaze stayed for a while on the bright red plum blossom footprints everywhere, and her expression also carried a bit of worry.

It can be seen that the old wound on the sole of the old popsicle should have collapsed again.

The posture of dragging his forelimbs at this time not only looked awkward, but also made his gasping noise a lot worse. The bright red tongue was sticking out, and at this time, following the contraction of his chest, he staggered towards this side.

Just looking at it from a distance can make people feel unbearable,

Do you want to help the old popsicle?

Maybe... this is not necessary. Although the situation of the old popsicles is terrible, it is not to the point of being completely immobile. In this way, keeping vigilance while allowing him to approach, and then finding other ways to deal with the injury, is the best choice.

Perhaps at this moment, I did not notice this strangeness.

But in fact, under the premise of too much contact with Jing'an, her various characteristics are gradually assimilated by the other party, and various characteristics that can be called ‘similar’ appear.

For example.

Absolutely rational thinking on such issues.

If it was the former Aisha, she might not be able to resist the pity deep in her heart, so she could make some more perceptual judgments.

"Aisha, should I go up and help the big dog?"

Jasmine's sudden speech interrupted Aisha's confused thoughts, her gaze turned and fell on Jasmine who was aside.

But before she could say anything, Jasmine started to persuade herself.

"It can be seen that the state of Big Dog is very small, Aisha. We can divide the work, you can keep it as it is, I will go up and help him, how about?"

After a subtle pause, Aisha nodded and agreed. For such a proposal that can be described as a ‘win-win’, he has no reason to refute it for the time being. Moreover, this approach is also in line with the current situation.

It's not impossible.

"Then try this, Jasmine, you have to be careful."

The latter nodded with a serious expression, and then passed the killer in his hand back to Aisha's hand.

"No, you have to bring this in case of accidents."

"Then... well, Aisha, I get it."

Too much entanglement in this matter will create the effect of turning the cart before the horse. Jasmine put the grenade into the side pocket on her waist with a serious face, and she nodded slightly at Aisha before walking forward slowly.

The old popsicle didn't know if it was too tired to detect Jasmine's actions. He just kept his head low at this time, and kept staggering steps, slowly approaching the two of them.

Rustle...

Under Aisha's gaze, the distance between the two sides gradually approached until they reached a subtle distance.

It happened to be on the dividing line in the front yard.

For no reason, Aisha's bag hanging from her waist began to tremble slightly. As a responsibility received from Jing'an, she couldn't ignore any change that happened here.

The few guys in it...how come there is a sudden reaction?

Before Aisha opened the mouth of the bag and looked carefully, Jasmine's exclamation had already reached her ears.

Is going to happen? !

I saw a dark shadow suddenly rise from the ruins, and the vague shadow of still unknown appearance flipped in the air, even if it rushed straight towards the somewhat frightened Jasmine.

In an instant, both Aisha and Molly realized a very serious problem.

Grenades can be used as one of the means to defeat the enemy.

However, if it is to be regarded as a method of self-protection, it seems a bit stretched. However, within a second or so, the dark shadow had already rushed to Jasmine's side.

Also taking advantage of this short pause time, Aisha also clearly captured the body of this dark shadow.

It is a long and slender shadow like a bamboo pole. The outer part is covered with a dull dark red film. The cut at the elbow exposes the white inner bones and fleshy flesh. At this time, it is reflected in Ai. Sha's eyes are even more conspicuous.

All the characteristics are not difficult to see. This is an arm that was broken from it.

"Jasmine, run away!"

Accepting information, digesting, understanding-as a normal reaction procedure, ordinary people still need a few seconds before they can respond.

Jasmine is no exception.

The old popsicle in front of him seemed to be aware of the strangeness, but at this time his state was also very bad, not to mention helping Jasmine, even trying to protect himself was a difficult task.

In other words, yes.

In the current situation, no one can help her.

The idea of ​​evading hadn't formed yet, and a strong wind that broke through the air had already hit Jasmine's waist. The biting chill passed through the apron and underwear, as if piercing the skin cold touch, let her fall instantly at this moment.

Hardly like imagined, the other party tore the clothes, and then pierced her muscles, until the internal organs were messed up into a terrifying scene. Along with this desperate thought, some broken and messy information flooded into Jasmine's heart.

Memories of childhood, there are still regrets, the unexpected encounter with Jing'an, and some regrets about the current situation.

Her brain is running fast at this moment, so as to further integrate and categorize these mixed thoughts, until the final sentence is summarized.

I am going to die.

"elder sister."

After whispering like a whisper, she closed her eyes as if confessing her fate. She also had the best final psychological preparation for the intense pain that was coming.

Time seems to have become a tough rubber band at this moment.

Following Jasmine's complicated thoughts, she was pulled together and stretched to a level far beyond the norm.

Why is there no response yet?

Why doesn't it hurt at all?

Am I...dead?

Such thoughts surged like a tide, prompting Jasmine to open her eyes slightly.

The entrance is still a monotonous world of black and white, and the surrounding fire is beating at this time, pulling the bright orange-red light, rendering this world a layer of warm and hazy tone.

"This……"

"never mind."

It was still an extremely crappy northern dialect, with a distinctive tone that was completely unfamiliar to Jasmine. For the owner of this sound source, she even felt that she would never forget it again in her life.

His gaze went from confusion to shock, and a complete transformation was completed in just two seconds. Jasmine lowered her head in surprise, and looked to her side.

"First... sir!!!"

"Wow!"

I saw Jing An standing beside Jasmine blankly.

The figure that sprang out from nowhere is still elevated, but almost all of his clothes are shattered into fibrous strips, revealing a strong and slightly thin upper body.

The stretched right hand gripped the broken arm tightly, and at this time, the tightened knuckles exploded several thick blue veins on the back of the hand. It is almost not difficult to see that in order to stop this sudden attack...

It is not easy.

Gratitude, joy, and even a little admiration, at this moment, it was further fermented at a critical moment, so that Jasmine didn't know what to say.

Thousands of words rushed to the lips, but only a simple question came out.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"……Let's go back."

Jing'an said without even turning his head.

But Jasmine didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, she flushed at this moment, and she was silent towards Jing'an and nodded heavily. Staying here is only causing trouble for her husband. For her right now, helping to deal with things within her capacity is what she can do.

And at the moment of passing by Jing'an.

Jasmine caught a glimpse of some strange and weird parts. I saw Jing'an's arm, or the part of his neck, and there were some long strips of thumb marks left at this time. These things were not conspicuous, and if it weren't for getting closer, Jasmine would have no possibility of discovering it.

Reminiscent of the ‘torture’ that Jing’an had just received, a general situation gradually formed in Jasmine’s mind.

The husband's injury has not completely improved, and there is even the possibility of sequelae.

After realizing this, Jasmine's figure felt a little stagnant. She subconsciously wanted to stay and help Jing'an deal with some simple injuries, but the rationality that came up afterwards pressed her thought back to the bottom of her heart.

"Sir, you must be safe."

Simple and straightforward prayer.

After that, Jasmine ran to the old popsicle aside without looking back. She picked up the big dog who was a little excited, and even ran all the way in the direction where she came.

The crisis seemed to be alleviated at this time, but Jing'an's expression became gradually serious again.

After seeing the grenade in the hands of Aisha and Jasmine, Jing'an has devised a simple plan:

He originally wanted to take advantage of this round of riots to hide his body shape, let Elena first reappear and collect some useful information, and then choose whether to help.

But... the two little guys obviously didn't get used to such a high-pressure situation.

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Even to ensure Jasmine's safety, Jing'an could no longer hide.

But even so, this does not mean that this time there is no gain.

On the contrary, Jing'an also drew some valuable experience and conclusions through summarizing.

In the first assault, Jing'an had completely mashed Elena's heart into pieces.

But this made her completely lose the appearance of a regular person, and then swelled into the weird look like a female worm.

In the second counterattack, Jing'an completely tore it into two parts in order to ensure the accident.

But this also seems to have no effect. The head, which seemed to be a weak point, could even be restored by means of regeneration without the slightest uncomfortable reaction.

Under two temptations, Jing'an returned without success, and even plunged herself into a life-threatening desperate situation.

"It seems that I guessed right, you are not dead yet."

"Hehe~"

The joking tone as always came from Jing'an. His brows wrinkled slightly, and at this moment, he raised his hands slightly, and then caught a glimpse of the foreign object attached to the bottom of his arm.

It is a vivid human mouth. Red lips, teeth, tongue, almost all of the necessary tissue content is missing.

With Jing'an's powerful memory boosted by the system, it is almost impossible for him to miss any subtle changes-until a few seconds ago, he had not seen this enemy have a mouth.

"Sir, you guessed it right, I'm not that easy to die."

As soon as the voice fell, the ruins in front of Jing'an began to wriggle slightly. A cold wind blew by him for no reason, and rolled up the debris and blizzard laying on the ground, and then threw it high into the air.

Like a clay sculpture, a monster that was not made of flesh and blood gradually took shape at this moment, and merged into a weird appearance in the shocked expressions of Aisha and Jasmine.

It is a conventional image that instead highlights the'ordinary'.

Under the body of about two meters, there was no clothing to cover her, but she looked as handsome as a young girl. The curve that could be called perfect slipped from her body and condensed into an unfamiliar face.

"Hehe, I don't know if your husband likes this new image of me?"

The amorous apricot eyes slightly picked, and threw a **** swelling signal towards Jing'an.

And with Elena's light laughter, her gray-white natural traces gradually faded at this time, and then covered with a layer of blood-like bright red.

Compared with the monster image of an old woman and a halfling, this appearance now exudes extreme hormones from head to toe.

But the principal who was the object frowned slightly at this time.

"...Your ability to recover is exaggerated."

After many tossings, even without the help of the system, Jing'an tried to sort out a complete set of information chain.

Compared with the man-made corpses, they were torn into pieces of different sizes by the impact like this, and it seemed that they couldn't kill them either. Elena is like a group of polluters who can add value indefinitely and still maintain self-awareness.

The technological power that Aisha and Jasmine had high hopes for, when they encountered such a weird ability as Ailena, also returned without success.

Jing'an's gaze lowered down, and he stared at his hands silently at this time. He was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"No, it should not be pure recovery ability."

"If you don't guess wrong, you are rebuilding your own life form."

"What are you...what are you doing?"