Shekh: "People living in shelters and people living in the wild don't have many opportunities to communicate, and there must be a big gap in their views of each other."
Shi Jin folded his pillow over his hands clasped behind his head and leaned back, saying, "We'll know once we see where the seeds are."
The released life force responded within seconds; the walkie-talkie was in action in this dilapidated city.
The task of finding algae is unnecessary; the time saved can be used to go and check it out, so it won't be a waste of time.
Shi Jinzhe said, "Please send someone to tell the driver to follow this golden flower."
Several players who were cleaning up the bloodstains in the corridor were startled by the sudden voices.
A golden vine emerged from one of the cubicles—the one where the uniformed player who had been emotionally unstable yesterday had been.
A flower fell from the golden vine, and the sound came from it.
The group looked at each other, and finally Shang Shan picked up the flower and went with Sun Qi to knock on the driver's side door.
After they left, Jin Teng, having completed his mission, returned to his cubicle and continued to keep an eye on the player.
"Can they hear us when we talk...?"
"So it's best not to talk." Xiao Su squatted down on the ground and obediently became a cleaning assistant.
The strips of cloth, devoid of water, were folded and folded repeatedly as he wiped his hands until they were covered in blood.
Sun Qi said he was actually quite lucky. At least these two weren't the kind of players who would trick newbies into becoming stepping stones. As long as they didn't cause trouble, and the car was still there, they could benefit from it and pass the level.
He looked out of the car and heard the cries of wild animals in the distance, but they only cried out twice before stopping abruptly.
Blackish-gold liquid burst from the monster's body. It's unclear when it started, but it's happened four times since I started driving. It can kill the radiation monsters outside remotely even when I'm not there.
So this is the skill level of a high-level player.
...
At 10 a.m., the cars, which were running smoothly, took a detour out of the city. One kilometer ahead of them, a strange vehicle emitting black smoke was moving at a snail's pace.
Three large wheels, several different models pieced together, made a tremendous rattling noise, and occasionally a gunshot could be heard that echoed through the sky.
Shi Jinzhe shifted his gaze, restoring his human visual ability. "These people don't seem to be afraid of the radiation monsters. Your guess is correct. Only if they have also mutated would they have the confidence to do this."
Shekh: "When they have the ability, they think more, and the environment of the shelter is exactly what they want."
Shi Jinzhe said, "Then let the driver continue to follow. If they really have designs on the shelter, the predicament of Dota City might be related to the mutants."
"Besides enhanced physical abilities, do mutants possess superpowers? If so, could these superpowers become skills?"
Shekh pondered those strange skills. Two-word skills were dropped by dungeon bosses, and three, four, five, six, seven, and eight should also have some source.
If a fight breaks out, will the system be able to gain a whole bunch of skills from the mutants?
Shekh was still twirling Shi Jinzhe's hair in his hand. When he got to the important matter, he forgot about it and accidentally pulled his hand away, causing Shi Jinzhe to wince in pain.
"Ouch..."
Shi Jinzhe pressed his head and said, "I think I'll just cut this hair short later."
For the entire morning, Sheikh's hands never left her hair. What could she possibly like? She never plays with her long hair normally.
"Don't cut it."
"You can play with it too if you cut it out."
I like you just the way you are. I really like it.
"I suspect you don't like this, but rather you like me more when I look less like an ordinary person."
Shi Jinzhe hit the nail on the head: Shekh liked his inhuman appearance.
Sheikh didn't deny it, picking up a strand of his frizzy hair and bringing his head closer to hers, braiding his own black curly hair together with hers.
It's called weaving, but it's actually a spiraling, twisting motion, with one black and one white strand twisted together to form a neat, single strand.
"Doesn't this look like the black and white rotating lights outside a hair salon in an old magazine?"
"Knowing the end..."
Shi Jinzhe was a second too late to speak, and as a result, Shehe's words about the hair salon light completely shut him down.
"What are you getting married about?" she asked again.
Shi Jin turned his head away and looked in the opposite direction: "Let's become sworn brothers."
I thought you were going to say "tying the knot".
He turned back again: "Was it intentional?"
Shekh nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Because you said you wanted to cut it off."
Fearing it might not sound important enough, she repeatedly emphasized: "I really like it, don't cut it."
"You like it that much?"
"like."
Shi Jinzhe's probing gaze swept back and forth across Shehe's face twice.
When I looked up for the third time, my gaze met hers perfectly.
After a two-second eye contact, Shi Jinzhe brushed a strand of hair away from Shehe's ear, his hand remaining in that position, as if asking casually:
"If I don't cut my hair, will you marry me?"
"Shall we become sworn brothers?"
"No joke, let's get married."
Shekh didn't show any extra expression, but for a moment he forgot to blink beneath the ribbon.
Those two words are so unfamiliar.
She understood the meaning of the word, but it felt strange to suddenly connect it with herself, as if the word shouldn't be associated with her.
So snakes can get married?
Seeing that Sheh seemed lost in thought, Shi Jinzhe gently touched her face and earnestly reiterated, "I just said, I want to marry you, we."
“I heard you.”
"And what's your answer?"
Shi Jin turned her face to face, showing no sign of nervousness.
Fate may arrange for many people to meet, but it will not arrange the ending. He believes more in human effort than in destiny.
Once a decision is made, it must be carried out wholeheartedly.
Just as Sheikh always said that he would take her with him even if he died, the only difference between them was that from the very beginning, his path to death was leading him to her.
She never considered anyone else; he was the only one.
"OK."
Shekh rested his chin on his hand without much hesitation, after only a brief moment of thought.
"I agreed."
There was no reason not to agree; after all, they would be living together, and she would remain the same in every way.
Anyone can use the word "marriage," and Sheikh doesn't care about changes in relationships.
But if marriage allows her to reach a higher level without breaking free from her shackles, then she is willing.
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