Gusheer's eyes returned to normal slightly, and she actually took the initiative to hug my neck.
I waited until her breathing calmed before raising my head.
"I'm sorry! I was trying to save you."
Before Gusheer could say anything, she was out of breath again.
This time she was very proactive, hugged my neck and kissed me.
Damn! What the hell is going on?
I just had a thought in my mind, and the car door opened with a "swish".
Then I picked her up directly. There was still some panic in Gushe'er's eyes. She probably didn't know what I wanted to do.
I think this car is used for drilling holes. There must be oxygen inside. Otherwise, if the hole is drilled too deep, wouldn’t people suffocate to death without oxygen?
Sure enough, right next to the driver's seat, I saw the oxygen tank.
I put her in the driver's seat, unscrewed the valve of the oxygen cylinder, and put the mask on Gushe'er's face.
Gusheer took a few deep breaths before recovering.
"Are you feeling better?"
Gusheer nodded: "Why aren't you short of oxygen?"
Forehead……
I can't tell her about the blood of the core machine.
"I've practiced kung fu, so I breathe less."
Seeing that Gusheer didn't quite believe it.
That’s right, if she breathes less, she won’t be able to produce enough oxygen to keep her breathing, right?
I can't explain that.
"I think there's still a lot of oxygen. I'll go check where I was just now."
Gusheer nodded.
I went back to the space I was in just now and scanned it with my computer. Hmm?
There is still space underneath. Judging from the scanned outline, it should be just a cube underneath, and it is very large.
It's about the size of a small house.
My eyes lit up when I saw it. If such a small cube could increase my brain waves by several thousand, this one would have to increase by tens of thousands, right?
Thinking of this, I tried to communicate with it directly using brain waves.
"Forehead……"
There are only two words in it: qualitative change!
"Buzz!"
It was different from the previous times. The previous times I had to say something about wireless Unicom first. This time, when I saw the word "qualitative change" clearly, my eyes went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Gusheer wearing an oxygen mask.
She looked at me with concern: "Sir Zheng Yang, how are you?"
I found that she was holding me and I slowly sat up.
"How long was I unconscious?"
"It wasn't long. I just picked you up and you woke up."
After saying this, Gusheer blushed again.
Is it just such a short time?
Qualitative change, what has changed qualitatively?
I took out the Core Intelligence Cultivator and looked at the level. Damn! It's still level five. Nothing has changed?
No wonder my head doesn't hurt.
But I still feel something is wrong.
"Sir Zheng Yang! What is this?"
Gusheer pointed at the Core Intelligence Cultivator.
"Oh! A testing instrument, for testing... the brain."
"There's this thing?"
At this moment, the ground shook even more violently.
Damn! Isn't the battle up there over yet? Why haven't Sale's troops arrived yet?
"Let's go! We can't stay here any longer. Let's see if we can get the car moving."
“No key!”
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