(Comprehensive Master Pirate Tutor) Hold on to my phone bug

"It's really getting hot." Qiye said while standing outside, feeling the surrounding temperature. Today is the last day of temperature change. The temperature will continue to rise until the early morning and it will become a sweltering heat.

"Are you going to have fun today?" Feitan asked casually.

Qiye blinked and looked back at him: "I didn't play enough yesterday." His uses of the space system were very interesting. She had never been exposed to them before, and she hadn't finished learning them yet.

"Humph -" he slowly lengthened his tone, then stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, rubbing his thumb gently on the skin, "Don't leave so many wounds." He said in a low voice, rubbing his fingers She was very resilient from the scars on her skin yesterday, and now the scabs have all fallen off, leaving only a faint trace.

Qiye's eyes flashed, and she replied slowly: "I will remember it." He seemed not to like other people leaving scars on her body. Yesterday, he had to inflict secondary injuries before applying medicine, and even pinched her when she said something wrong. .

Feitan rubbed her wrist with his fingers, rubbed it for a few times and then let go: "Go ahead."

Qiye responded, and she felt the old man's spiritual pressure teleporting over.When he arrived, he didn't even look at the old man first. Instead, he used his other hand to touch the wrist that Feitan had pulled, and squinted his eyes with an unclear expression.

"Why are you here again?" The old man said with a cold face and a not-so-good tone. His injury was cured by a therapist. There were still slight marks on the girl's body.

"I'm not saying that I'm interested in your abilities." Qiye's attention was drawn back by him, and he raised a smile and said, "Teach me--" She prolonged her tone.

The old man felt that goosebumps were rising again, and his facial expression was a little distorted: "Don't talk in this tone." He was now thinking of his own fucked-up mood after the painful words she said to the boy yesterday.

Qiye half-covered his lips with his hand, and he said - this tone, she thought about it, was nothing special, she was used to prolonging her tone whenever she wanted something.

Her family will promise her, and Feitan will promise her too.

The old man sighed deeply: "I can teach you. You helped to resist the rat tide before, just like our thanks to you." He really didn't want to fight her anymore.

"Thank you very much." Qiye responded and thanked her. At the same time, he did not forget to criticize, "What you said just now was really rude. Isn't my coquettishness cute?"

The old man's face trembled. He had seen her act like a madman during a fight. He really couldn't associate this person with cuteness.

He thought he would beat him until he died yesterday, but he didn't expect that the beating ended safely with the arrival of the boy.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiye turned her face and said: "It's really boring." Flying was more interesting. Thinking of his expression in the morning, Qiye laughed reflexively and licked his fangs.

"You laugh so disgustingly." The old man felt his goosebumps getting bigger.

Qiye put away her smile.

"If you want to do the same thing as me, you need ability mutation." The old man shifted his gaze and said, "Mutation requires meteorites."

Qiye found a place to sit down with him. When he heard him talking about meteorites, he responded in a long tone: "Well——"

"Do you know about meteorites?" The old man asked expressionlessly when he saw her contented look.

Qiye wrapped his hand in a weapon and took it out and asked directly: "How to use it."

The old man was so choked up in his heart that he almost didn't mention it. His voice stuttered: "You, you, where did you come from."

"That's not a big piece." Qiye pointed his other hand in a certain direction and said matter-of-factly, "It was cut from above."

"It is extremely hard." Moreover, the superpowers are given by meteorites. All superpowers cannot affect meteorites and can only rely on the strength of the body itself. Moreover, meteorites contain powerful power and will burn violently when touched. feel.

The old man stared at the girl's hands covered in black and purple: "How did you do that?"

Qiye didn't want to answer how it was done, so she asked again: "How to use it."

The old man stared closely at the palm-sized meteorite, covering his heart for a while before regaining his composure. He began to explain its function in detail.

Qiye cut a corner of the meteorite fragment with a knife, and he was operating it while talking.

The old man looked at her and felt a little scary. She understood too quickly. He still cared about how she cut off the meteorite. There were even some veins on his hand when he held the handle of the crutch: "The energy of this base is It’s maintained by meteorites.”

Qiye's absorption movements paused slightly, and at the end of the meteorite, she was speechless at what the old man said.

"Well -" she held the small corner of the meteorite that had not yet been absorbed with her fingers and stretched it out, "I'll give it to you as a teaching reward." For the mutation and gain of superpowers, it may not take much. Change has limits, it is an amplifier and guide.

When it reaches a qualitative change, it no longer works.

The old man was stunned, his lips moved, and finally he smiled with relief: "I hope you wait for me to find a container." She was different from that young man. Although she was public and willful, she was also more generous in some aspects. "Peace".