Unfortunately, Ye Feng is the fool who can't see it at all.
He turned around and put the two of them behind him, rushing to the equipment area without stopping.
I looked at the time and saw that after being delayed for a while, there were only 8 minutes left.
Safeng gave timely advice: "You can sell the exotic beasts and ores in the space first, then exchange the energy coins for electronic coins and store them in the terminal. It will be a bit troublesome if you can't take them out after a certain period of time."
As soon as Ye Feng heard the word "trouble", he immediately turned around and walked towards the trading hall.
I watched as the service robots threw the strange beasts onto different metal workbenches according to their types, just like throwing away bags.
The robotic arm grabbed it, chopped off the claws of some, dug out the eyes of some... and finally threw away a small amount of waste.
In and out, decomposition is achieved in just a few seconds.
High technology is everywhere.
Ye Feng placed his wrist on the settlement position, and there was a "ding" sound, still the sweet electronic sound: "Hello, Mr. Ye Yi, your total income this time is card."
Although it’s not a lot, it finally solved the urgent problem.
Ye Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his dignity as a man was saved.
Ye Feng followed the instructions and went to the exchange area to recharge the energy coins he won into the terminal.
The deposit of nearly 250,000 finally gave Ye Feng the confidence to pay back the equipment.
After a systematic evaluation, it was found that the damage to all the equipment was quite serious, and in the end a full 120,000 yuan in damages was deducted.
Ye Feng secretly exclaimed that it was a close call. If there had been no gambling, he would not have been able to come up with the money.
Following the prompts, Ye Feng went to the Family Service Center and paid 50,000 yuan in asylum fees.
This asylum fee is actually more like rent.
If you can't pay the tribute and can't find shelter in another family, you can only live as a slum dweller outside.
The atmosphere on the eighth planet is extremely polluted and survival is difficult, so no one wants to go out even though the cost is not low.
After paying the fee, Ye Feng looked at the balance, carefully selected a mid-grade dagger for self-defense, and prepared a few mid-grade energy stones.
These consume most of the remaining income.
Ye Feng bought two sets of clean protective clothing and returned to the house.
Walking into the cramped bathroom in the corner, Ye Feng unwound the bandage and twisted his body to look at the wound on his arm. It wasn't festering any more, but it was numb and itchy.
Ye Feng quickly tore off his dirty and torn protective suit, cleaned it briefly, took out a new one and put it on, then returned to the house.
His eyes swept over the hover chair and he walked over and sat down.
He needs to adapt to these high technologies as soon as possible.
With his left arm exposed, Ye Feng took out a bottle of medicine given by An Shaobin and looked at it carefully.
The thumb-sized blue bottle simply had the words "Body Repair Fluid" written on it.
He bit the lid with his teeth and looked at the bottle, a little hesitant, wondering how much to pour since there was no instruction manual or anything.
"5 milliliters."
Safeng now has a good understanding of Ye Feng, so he answered directly without him asking, and filled in his knowledge blind spots at the same time.
"Apply externally for external injuries, and orally for internal injuries. For gunshot wounds and bites measuring 10 cm, use 5 ml; for wounds measuring 20 cm, use 20 ml. Different potion grades have different effects..."
Ye Feng poured a few drops on it while listening. He couldn't be precise to the milliliter and he didn't have the tools, so it would be fine if it was almost there.
Safeng didn't say anything.
He found that he had quickly gotten used to Ye Feng's rough lifestyle.
Of course, there is nothing you can do if you are not used to it.
The wound felt cool, but soon it felt warm again.
After Ye Feng relaxed his nerves, he felt a little tired.
He took out his newly bought dagger and held it in his palm, leaning back.
The floating chair automatically extended and adjusted to the most comfortable angle for the body, and Ye Feng closed his eyes.
As Ye Feng closed his eyes, Safeng also fell into darkness.
He wanted to remind Ye Feng that he could go to the sleeping chamber next to him to rest, but this person seemed to fall into a light sleep state very quickly.
This is an efficient way to rest on the battlefield, which requires special training.
Safeng thought about taking the opportunity to see if he could control his body, but when he thought about the man's alertness and the fact that he had been fighting desperately for the past few hours, he finally gave up.
He thought he would be bored and irritated, but after a while, he actually felt sleepy.
This long-lost feeling even made him stunned for a moment.
He had been having trouble sleeping for several months, but he hadn't told anyone.
With so many people watching his every move at all times, any slight disturbance will cause unnecessary fuss.
All of this annoyed him but he couldn't express it.
He suddenly felt that the current situation was pretty good.
No one saw him, and no one could notice him.
He doesn't need to pay too much attention to his words and actions, he can say whatever he wants to say.
In a way, this is also a kind of freedom.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Feng seemed to have returned to the time when he was carrying out a secret mission in the border area.
The memory ends with him and his brothers, fully armed, breaking through the door and breaking into the enemy's lair.
But before he could see clearly what was going on inside, he heard a loud explosion...
Ye Feng sat up straight and became sober instantly.
"What's wrong?"
Safeng also woke up.
Ye Feng shook his head and said nothing.
He looked around to make sure everything was alright before slowly sitting back down, looking up into space in a daze.
What on earth is he now?
A wisp of soul, consciousness, or so-called mental power?
Why did I wake up here?
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