Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Song Fang woke up in less than a minute, but it felt like a century had passed. .biquge

The meridian lines brought the sentinel factors directly to every corner of his body, avoiding the excessive concentration of local medicinal solutions caused by intravenous or intramuscular injection, as well as the inevitable loss problems in the process of distributing the factors throughout the body through human circulation. Song Fang's whole body, including his brain, began the transformation led by the Sentinel Factor at the same time.

If Song Fang had the opportunity to check the navigator system within that minute, he would have found a screen full of survival crisis warnings. The fatality rate peaked at 98.

Fortunately, the Sentinel Factor itself was produced by the system, and the system has always had the primary purpose of protecting the life of the navigator. It is impossible to design a potion just to kill the navigator with a needle. The reason why it was so dangerous at the beginning was that the medicine needed to open the channel for the body to receive the sentinel factor, which was equivalent to giving Song Fang's cells a stern ideological education. Maybe the cells would riot (Song Fang died), but the final result It was Song Fang's body that accepted the Sentinel Factor and was willing to be transformed by it in the days to come. Therefore, the fatality probability only stayed at 98 for three ten thousandths of a second and then dropped rapidly, stabilizing at around 10 in just about a minute. Song Fang Then he woke up.

To be precise, it was his brain that woke up.

The brain is the most delicate component of the body, and the Sentinel Factor adopts a slow-working attitude towards the brain's transformation, so the pressure on his brain is not great at the moment and his consciousness can be restored to clarity. But for other parts of the body, especially the tough muscles, the Sentinel Factor is not so good-natured. In addition to breathing and swallowing and other necessary muscle activities to maintain life, Song Fang could not even move his fingers, let alone lift his eyelids.

"What's up with him?"

Brother Ji's anxious voice came to my ears.

"Die, die...die!" Caesar also shouted anxiously.

A finger touched Song Fang's mouth and nose, and then Song Fang heard Brother Ji yelling: "Damn it! He's still breathing."

After saying that, Brother Ji stopped talking to Song Fang and lay aside.

Caesar did not abandon Song Fang. Song Fang was lying on his stomach when he fell, with one hand curled up on his chest, which was somewhat constricting his breathing. Caesar noticed it, turned Song Fang over, took off his vest and covered Song Fang, then searched around and found a worn-out plastic bottle that had been left here by an unknown prisoner and had never been cleaned out. Put it under Song Fang's neck.

"What are you busy with? He can't die." Brother Ji sneered, clutching his stomach and curling up on the ground with a sluggish expression. "I'm afraid he's poisoned, and then the meat won't be edible. But the possibility shouldn't be high, it's just such a small person. Where can I find poison? Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, I’m so hungry...I really want to take a bite of that kid’s meat..."

"You're still alive, so you can't eat!"

Caesar insisted.

He slid his arm around the sharp corner of the chassis and made a small cut on his arm. It took him a long time and his skin was 5 millimeters thick.

A drop of clear fluid leaked from the wound.

That's water.

Caesar is one-sixteenth of Irontree blood. This bizarre species has been called an alien version of a cactus. Dark skin contains substances with a very similar structure to chlorophyll, which can convert many cosmic rays, including photons, into energy that the body can use. There are structures under the skin similar to bird sacs that store air and water. As a result, they endure very harsh environments and can even survive on planets without an atmosphere.

This peculiar characteristic once set off a wave of curiosity among the human race. So humans invaded the planet where the Iron Tree tribe had lived for generations, plundered them into plantations carefully built by humans, and even forced them to mate with human slaves in order to observe this strange thing that was neither an animal nor a plant. What changes will happen to intelligent species after they receive genetic modification from humans, the "overlords of the universe"?

Such observations generally have little practical use and little scientific value; they are just for fun.

The little hybrids born are still slaves of humans. As people's enthusiasm for the Iron Tree Tribe subsided, these hybrids, together with their alien fathers, were thrown to a planet with a harsh environment to perform hard work. Only a few "lucky ones" stayed in the human botanical garden.

Caesar is such a "lucky man".

His master wasn't that interested in him anymore. So when he accidentally knocked over the ant workshop during a routine job cleaning the botanical garden, he was immediately dealt with by his owner.

Caesar quickly put his arm to Song Fang's lips.

He is only one-sixteenth of the Iron Tree bloodline, and his energy conversion rate, as well as the number and size of the water bladders under his skin, are not as good as those of the purebred Iron Tree people. Before boarding the ship, he had not had anything to eat or drink for a month, and there was not much left in the water bladder.

So the water drips very slowly.

But he was very patient. He raised his arms and waited for the water to fall on Song Fang's lips drop by drop. From time to time, he pulled Song Fang's chin to let the water flow into his mouth.

Song Fang wanted to tell him that he didn't need this.

The bladder of water Catherine buried in his abdomen was enough for him to reach the execution wheel alive.

Keep these precious sources of life.

Brother Ji came over and said with a shy face: "Hey, give me some?"

Two other prisoners also crawled over.

Caesar was not stingy and gave them some water.

"Why didn't you take out the water earlier!" Brother Chicken complained as he licked his lips, "If you want to give it, give it to me first. That kid just reserves food and won't die. Why are you so nice to him!"

Caesar's dark face turned red, and he said with shame: "I'm afraid it's not enough. There are still...seven days."

"You are so selfish." A prisoner licked the water from the corner of his mouth and said bitterly. He was the one who almost died of thirst.

Song Fang lay there and rolled his eyes, but his eyelids were covered and he couldn't see the group of people.

Caesar's face turned even redder, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it: "I will definitely give it to you in the future."

The prisoner who was short of water breathed a sigh of relief: "As promised, the water must be given to us."

"Go! Who do you think you are!" Brother Ji pushed him aside, "I have no ability to bring in private goods, and I deserve to die of thirst and starvation. Caesar, keep this water tight to yourself first, and then to me, and the rest People don’t give you what they love, you hear me? Oh, by the way, especially don’t give it to that boy, it’s a complete waste.”

Song Fang rolled his eyes x2.

"Hey!"

"How old are you!"

The other two prisoners protested.

Brother Ji chuckled and clapped his fingers: "I think some people's skin is itchy again, right?"

The two prisoners looked at each other and stood together.