[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

Poked through, followed him and said: "It's great, and it will definitely be rewarded."

Masaka looked up in surprise, "Miss Tourist?"

The tourist smiled knowingly and winked at him playfully.

"What are you talking about?" Mark returned with a glass of water.

"I'm saying Miss Tourist is very sharp." Masaka took the bait, took out the leaf and put it into the water, "Quickly start practicing and try."

"OK." The tourists put their hands around the water cup and started to practice slowly.

After a while, the tourist pouted in disappointment, "It's different from what I thought."

I thought it would be a trait type, because the trait type sounds more like the protagonist, and it is also suitable for developing some fancy and practical thinking abilities.

Masaka stretched out his fingers and tasted a bit, "It's a bit bitter, but the taste is strange. Miss Tourist belongs to the transformation department."

"Alas..." Hearing that Masaka sprinkled salt on his wound, the tourist sighed heavily, "The traits I was thinking about are gone."

"Why?" Mark asked strangely, "In my opinion, the enhancement system is the best, and the trait system is all showy, and I can't help but hit it. Three punches, no, two punches will kill you."

Zou raised his brows in disapproval from the tourists, "You men love to fight and kill, I am a beautiful girl. I have even thought about what abilities to use in the trait department. First, I opened a four-dimensional space that is easy to transfer, and then I put it in it. Computers, game consoles, snacks, refrigerators, and beds.” The tourist said with infinite yearning: “That life is peerless, the first in the universe, and VIP-level enjoyment.”

Or it would be nice if she could steal abilities like Kuroro.Even if you do everything and break your body to pieces, you must steal Nobu's ability!So jealous, so envious!How could there be such a fairy, such a fantastic ability in the world!In the four-dimensional space, you will always be a god!Fortunately, Nobu was bald, and she felt a little more balanced.

"But..." Massaka pointed out strangely, "Aren't you an outdoor explorer?"

The tourist froze.She was so involved that she didn't even remember making up the lie.

"It is precisely because you are an outdoor explorer that you need this ability more. It can be used to store supplies in normal times, and can be used to take refuge in danger. It is versatile in teamwork and ensures safety when traveling outdoors."

"Haha." Mark said with a smirk: "It makes sense to say that, but I still think the enhancement system is the best."

Masaka asked: "By the way, what does Miss Tourist plan to do in the future?"

The tourist thought for a while and confessed: "I don't know either. Although I really want to go out, I can't find my way and have been wandering in the desert. It would be too embarrassing for you to take me out. You also have your own something to do?"

Mark immediately said: "Why don't tourists go to find the ruins with us! If we can't find it, we will go back in about three months and go out together."

"Can you?" The tourist sat up straight in surprise.

Masaka smiled, "Yes, I was worried that Miss Tourist would refuse, that's great!"

"Well!" Mark added, "Let's talk more about the seniors."

The tourist raised a sincere smile, rushed forward and hugged the two of them, "Thank you, you are so kind!"

Unlike the woman named Martha on Meteor Street, the tourists are sincerely grateful to these two passers-by who met by chance.She really hasn't seen anyone for a long, long time.Even if it's not a real person, it's better than being alone in a deserted place, living a life in the wilderness where you don't know when your corpse will be exposed.

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"Miss Tourist is really hardworking." Masaka climbed onto the roof and sat down beside the tourist.

The visitor stopped the practice of reciting and turned to smile at him, "It will be too late if I don't improve. My talent is not high enough, so I have to work harder."

Masaka laughed, "I think Miss Tourist is already very strong, and the state of Tangling is very calm, just like the sea, and she will definitely improve. It won't be long before the tourist learns to read?"

The tourist said: "Yes, thanks to an old friend. By the way, what does the relic you are looking for look like?"

Masaka hesitated for a while, "We don't know much about it. We only heard that it was an ancient country that suddenly disappeared in the desert. No one has seen its true face."

The tourists were surprised, "I haven't seen Jin either?"

"Haha." Masaka smiled and continued: "It's a small country with a very short time. Mr. Jin probably isn't interested."

"That's it." The tourist didn't delve into it, and reminded: "I wish you good luck, I heard that there are traps in many ruins, so be careful."

He said, "Okay, thank you."

After a few days of getting along, the relationship between the tourists and the two became closer.Neither of these characters has shown strange behavior so far.If you think about it carefully, it is probably because tourists have encountered one of the few normal people.

She sincerely hopes that the two of them can successfully complete the plan.Don't expect much from her, though.She has more important things to do, but it's just a ride.

Tourists calmly look into the distance, the boundless yellow sand stretches to the horizon, the undulating sand dunes are like high mountains, and the flying geese that occasionally pass through the sky look down on them.The tourist bit her nails lightly, under the pressure of nature, for a moment, she seemed to feel her own insignificance, felt the breath from the people around her, and seemed to have returned to the present world in a trance, or she had integrated into the world. here.But immediately, this inexplicable feeling was erased by her again.

No matter how real it looks, the real is the real and the fake is the fake.Fiction, no matter how real it may be, will never become real.This is the axiom of the universe.

The tourist murmured in a low voice: "After all, it is a fantasy world created by man."

"What?" Masaka asked.

"Nothing." The tourist replied decisively. After finishing speaking, she suddenly felt that it would be very interesting to discuss what is true and what is false with virtual characters. Unexpected answer.

So the tourist asked: "How does Masaka view the real and the fake? If the world we are in now is all fake, what will happen to Masaka?"

Masaka frowned and thought for a while, "This question is too philosophical, I haven't thought about it."

The tourist shrugged indifferently, as expected, ordinary: "Is that so, is this the answer of Masaka?"

Masaka didn't deny it, and after a long time, he scratched his hair in embarrassment and said, "But I think it's fine from the heart."

Massaka held the position of his heart, and said firmly: "The heart will not lie, and there will be nothing wrong with following your heart."

The tourist laughed and continued to ask: "What if the heart and those feelings are just artificially programmed? Including birth, gender, past, and even personality are all pre-set results. Such an existence, Masaka also thinks Is it real?"

Masaka was stunned and said: "Even so, those things and feelings experienced are real and will not change for any reason. People have self-emotions, they will cry, they will be sad, and they will also feel joy. , can you be called a human?"

He seemed to finally feel a little strange, and asked strangely: "Is the tourist in a strange relationship? Is the other party the kind with a strict family education and no freedom?"

This time it was the tourist's turn to be confused. I don't know why they got connected with love.Hisoka's face flashed inexplicably in his mind, and it was too late to catch it.

She opened the corner of her mouth and looked at him strangely, "How is that possible." Then she pointed to her tattered body with no shoes, "Look at me like this, it doesn't seem like I can hook up with you." That kind of person is like a young master. And I don’t have the idea of ​​falling in love, I just want to become stronger.” Then beat Hisoka violently, and then find a small town with pleasant seasons and beautiful scenery as a fat house, and slowly find it back way.

He said: "Hahaha, Miss Tourist works so hard, she will definitely become a master of mental ability."

The tourist accepted the flattery frankly and boasted: "Of course, it doesn't make sense for me to be weak. When the time comes, I will punch Ku Luoluo, step on Ilmi, and beat me if I am in a bad mood." Hisoka vented his anger and asked all three of them to give me shoulders and legs, serve tea and water, and envy others."

Masaka was also amused by her, covered her mouth and asked, "Are they friends of Miss Tourist?"

"Yes, very good friends." The tourist winked playfully, "Masaka and Mark are also my good friends."

Masaka still wanted to chat a few more words, but Mark's anxious voice came from below, "Hey, you two come down quickly, there is a sandstorm ahead."

"Huh?" The tourists looked around after hearing this, and to the west, where they hadn't noticed, was a high wall of yellow sand that was moving in their direction at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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The three of them nestled in the car, the wheels were speeding, the yellow sand was rushing wildly, and the high sand wall connected the sky and the earth, pushing towards them with a force of destruction.For no reason, the tourists thought of what they did when they were young, squatting on the ground and pressing the ants on the ground with their hands.

In the scene at this time, isn't the yellow sand just like a giant palm, chasing the fleeing ants in a panic.As it got closer, there was a beating sound from the chest.Her intuition told her that the moment the speeding car was touched by the hurricane, it would definitely be blown away and cause more serious injuries.In front of nature, human beings are nothing, don't try to fight against it.

Before the world changed color, tourists shouted: "Stop!! Stop!"

"What?!" Mark looked back at the tourists in his busy schedule, and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.The wheels made deep depressions in the sand.

"Get down!" The tourists frantically searched for objects that could be grasped, their bodies clinging to the