I walk the career line in dog blood

Where they stood, the golden sand vibrated slightly, and circle after circle of halos appeared in the middle.An Yinong took two steps back, but the shock became more and more obvious.

He felt something below, and it was a huge thing, but this thing was not a living body, and he was a little curious about what it was.

The speed of the sand sinking was getting faster and faster. Although An Yinong was curious, the most important thing was to protect himself first.

"go!"

The man with his left hand and the beast with his right hand retreated, but the speed of the sand sinking was too fast, they spun and sank in the middle, as if there was a black hole swallowing the sand below.

more curious...

"Go up, take off!" An Yinong grabbed the aircraft with one hand and started it.At the same time, Qin and Fengchi also left the sand surface, Fengchi was blowing the wind under his feet, and Qin directly condensed a piece of ice floe under his feet.

The speed of the sand sinking was getting faster and faster. He lowered his head and saw black tentacles appearing in the yellow sand.

But An Yinong and others rose to more than ten meters in the air, and a circular gap with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared below, and the black tentacles shook, devouring the gravel and everything on it.

"What is this?" An Yinong looked at the bottomless opening, there seemed to be a red spot of light inside, but he didn't know what it was, "I didn't feel the breath of life."

"It's the sand snail, a desert predator that ate animals that walked on the sand and became extinct 3000 years ago."

"An extinct animal that walked on sand..."

Before An Yinong could figure it out, Qin had already transformed into a giant insect shape. He stretched out his hand and plunged into the sand hole: "If you're curious, you'll know what it looks like when you take it out."

"Wait!" Qin's speed is too fast. In fact, An Yinong can 'squeeze' this thing out by himself. Now he can control and change the weather and environment within a certain range, and it is no problem to control these quicksands.

Of course, there is a high probability that you will need to eat a lot after using energy.But it's better than Qin burning life.

An Yinong saw him forcefully drag a huge thing out of the sand hole.If you have to say it, it's like a small hemispherical biscuit with a piece of hair dish on the bottom and a wonderful crispy corner on the top.

This strange thing was dragged out of the sand abruptly by Qin, and the dense black tentacles shook to shake off the yellow sand.

Qin cut off the towering Miao crisp horn (stone pillar) with one knife, and the traces of high technology can be seen in the broken gap.

An Yinong suddenly understood why he didn't feel the breath of life, co-authoring this is a product of technology.

After the mechanical sand snail was cut in half, Qin also returned to its human form.It takes a lot of energy for the Zerg to change into an insect form. In the current situation, it is a little bit less energy.

"Is this a machine based on the extinct sand snail?"

"Ah."

"Feed on animals that walk in the desert? Why is it 'walking'?" An Yinong also pondered the characteristics of sand snails, "How do sand snails hidden under the sand judge that there are prey on them?"

Qin didn't bother him, but silently condensed a few ice cubes to cool him down.

"Did they tell if it was wind or animals by their regular vibrations?"

An Yinong looked at Qin, but without waiting for Qin to answer, he analyzed and reasoned on his own: "Sand snails move extremely fast in the desert, and they hide in the desert all year round. For this reason, they sacrifice other functions, such as vision. , Sense of smell. I think it is very likely that it hunts by sensing vibrations."

Qin nodded in approval.

This is troublesome, they can use some abilities, but not without cost.An Yinong hoped that Qin could use less power and suffer less pain.

Is there no other way?

An Yinong always felt that he had forgotten something, a very crucial thing.

"Ah! I remembered, no matter what happened to the original sand snail, what appeared here is a product of technology!"

He speeded up his speech: "This kind of mechanical products have running programs. If we can change their running programs and make them our means of transportation, things will be much easier. Maybe there are people who are proficient in machinery among the contestants. We can find people cooperate.”

Qin said, "I am."

"Ok?"

"I will." Qin emphasized, so there was no need to find anyone else.

The game designer in front of the screen slammed the cup on the ground: "It's amazing to know how to do mechanics!"

It's dragging the sand snail out forcibly again, and it's showing off its mechanical ability. Let me know that you have a boyfriend, don't show off like this, and make others look different.

Although he really didn't...

"Ah, how annoying."

"Do you think that Qin just now looked like a male bird showing its feathers?" The audience in the live broadcast room watched the two dismantling sand snails on the screen.

Qin disassembled the sand snail that was cut in half, checked the internal structure, and finally he gave the answer, saying that I can solve this problem.

An Yinong was also very face-saving, expressing the admiration of the scumbags for the tyrants, which made the audience in the live broadcast room grit their eyes and teeth: "Shaluo's death is really unjust."

After confirming that the sand snails could be transformed, An Yinong and Qin began to regularly walk on the sand and fish.

After walking for about half an hour, the fish appeared, and An Yinong smiled.

"Let's go, Shaluo! There are two perverts here!" An Yinong's live broadcast room was very joyful, and he even started role-playing, howling to let Shaluo run away.

But now that Shaluo is here, don't think about leaving.

An Yinong clapped his hands, and a gust of wind blew up the sand surface, and the huge sand snail was almost vomited out by the desert.

"Hiss, besides animals and plants, can these inorganic substances be controlled?" People with other thoughts stared at An Yinong inside, with good intentions and malice in their eyes, and more curiosity.

Next is the dismantling time of the piano.They don't understand such things as dismantling the machine and redesigning the program, but Qin looks very professional.Everyone in Qin's live broadcast room watched intently.

One of the important enemies of the Zerg is the machine race, so Qin, who was born for battle, will disassemble the machine and even change the program, which is easy to understand.

The only thing they don't understand is... Do these two people need to beat around the bush to get out of the desert?

They couldn't help looking through Qin's previous battle videos, and saw Qin Yidao, a [-]-meter-tall machine clan that looked like a murderous god, they identified it again and again, and finally confirmed one thing.

"Good guy, he's pretending to be weak to gain love!"

"It's not to win love. If Qin is alone, of course he can pass here quickly, but is he alone now? Moreover, Qin's use of strength will accelerate the collapse of the spiritual realm. He must choose a more convenient and energy-saving operation." Another objected.

"Nonsense, Mai needs Qin to take care of him? He himself is so awesome that he doesn't need it, okay?" Qin didn't know when a large number of An Yinong fans appeared in Qin's live broadcast room, and what they supported was a strong alliance.

"Well, I disagree with what I said. What I mean is that Qin didn't think about the future at all before, so he used his abilities without restraint, but now that he has a lover, he must save energy."

"So this person is still tired of Qin?"

"Bring me a fart!" A grumpy audience couldn't help it, "Are you all brainless or black? Before, Qin didn't care about the whole output, not because it didn't hurt him, but because he didn't care! He didn't have the slightest nostalgia for this world, It's no pity to die.

"But now, because of the existence of this person, he has begun to miss this world, understand?"

"The weapon will be blunt when you have it, and you will be disappointed, and you will take it off."

"Hurry up! Pooh weapon, after calling out your code name for a long time, you start to deceive yourself? Qin is a person of flesh and blood, and he is not a star who relies on his fans for food. He has not received any benefits from you. Is your attention useless to him? , you don’t have to say your own fuck off so brightly and freshly, you are meaningless and worthless to Qin.”

A young man at the border of the distant star field was so angry that he kept patting the table, but he accidentally photographed the signal that he had finally connected to.

"Kira, signal! The signal is gone again!"

After yelling, he was still angry: "Bastard, idiot, who do you think you are? Without Qin killing the enemy here, they can have their current good life, and they still have to cancel, bah!"

Still upset after thinking about it, he switched to the internal network and started a small group: "Don't be idle, hurry up and support our boss! A group of bastards are there to destroy their relationship, and chop them off."

"Received!" The men and women in the group responded positively.

It is true that Qin is at the end of his life, but the explorers still hope that he can enjoy life at the last moment of his life.

However, Qin is Qin after all, and he chose the way to end his life for himself-participating in a survival game.

It was this game, but Qin met An Yinong on the first day. He began to change, and what appeared in front of these subordinates was a completely different Qin. This Qin had light and hope in his eyes.

"It's the first time I saw such a happy boss." Even if this kind of happiness is only for a short few months or even a few days, that's enough.

As the sky was getting darker, Qin finally changed Sha Luo's program, and An Yi wiped his sweat with agricultural paper towels, his eyes sparkling: "You are really amazing! Can I learn from you?"

Qin wanted to say that there would be no chance in the future, but An Yinong's expression was so serious, so he said, "Okay."

"A word is settled!"

After the program was modified, they got into the top stone pillar of the mechanical sand snail, and the sand snail dived into the sand again and headed north.

The way the mechanical sand snail works is to turn the stone pillar. The stone pillar is conical, and when it turns, spiral patterns appear on the surface. The speed is extremely fast, and it is not bumpy.

Except that the air inside is a bit stuffy, there are no other disadvantages.

The people in the live broadcast room couldn't help cheering for them, especially compared to other people who were still fighting sand snails one by one, it would be twice as refreshing to watch the combination of these two people when they came back.

At this moment, there was only one person grinding his teeth, and that person was the game designer.

"The changed program can't be changed back? What's the use of you?" The game designer dropped the communicator and looked at the two people who had been peaceful for years on the screen.

Even if one is a retired vanguard from the military, and the other is a priest who has been lost for a long time, there is no need to be so arrogant, right?Did he carefully design these games for them to fall in love with?It just doesn't make sense, he's still single!

If it weren't for the staff not being able to interfere, he would have wanted to do something wrong.One can communicate and control animals and plants, and the other can change the program settings of the machine at will, how can this be played?Is it too unfair to other players?

The designer, who was so angry that his head was smoking, went directly to other live broadcast rooms, and watched those players who were stranded in the desert collapsed from thirst and were blown away by the sandstorm. He felt much more comfortable, this is a normal player.

"Boss, a guy has invaded our backstage." The subordinate in charge of network management used emergency communication to find the game designer. His three-dimensional image appeared in midair, frowning very unhappy.

"I've fixed the bug and found the guy's address."

The game designer sat up straight: "Is it an alien spy? Call out the video and let me have a look."

The subordinate directly called up the video, and the game designer frowned more and more: "These people's research is so inhumane."

He reopened An Yinong's live broadcast room, they were still sitting in the shell of the sand snail, the soft light on his ring provided light, one of them combed Fengchi, the other sat there quietly watching them, although neither He didn't speak, but there was a warm atmosphere.

The game designer noticed the skin color on An Yinong's neck. The differentiation period usually takes fifteen days, but An Yinong has been in this game for thirteen days.

"What kind will he be differentiated into?" The designer is very curious, and in order to get answers to his curiosity, An Yinong must have nothing to do.

"If you want to take people away, take them away? Does he think this is a public toilet?" The designer and his subordinates said, "Keep an eye on these people who are connected, and sweep him out when they find evidence. In addition, cut off his toilet." The positioning function should be regarded as a warning."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment: "If you can't grasp the evidence..."

The designer silently rolled his eyes: "As long as you think about evidence, there is always evidence. We are the referees, the makers of the rules, and the ones with the right to explain, you know?"

After walking past the overly upright subordinates, the designer once again looked at the screen of An Yinong's live broadcast room.

Holding the teacup, he looked at Qin's particularly angry face inside, and snorted: "It's disgusting, she's been the most outstanding since she was a child. At the end of life, it's really lucky to pick a sincere person for nothing. It's annoying to watch."

The mirror next to him reflects his face. The designer is the same age as Qin, and has reached the end of his life. He is eager to leave something behind.

"Maybe this game is my last work in this world... No one can destroy it."

So how can you blame the high-level Zerg for being lunatics? Anyone who counts his own lifespan every day will go crazy.