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Chapter 23 Alien Royal Mother
The moment "racing driver" said those words silently, a blood spider thread shot out from Yi Xing's fingertips and pierced into "racing driver" left shoulder.
Everyone's eyes dimmed and they returned to reality.
In the dark room with the curtains drawn, a figure sat up from the bed.
『Congratulations on successfully escaping the fishing village.』
"Clearance evaluation: A (You have dealt with the hunter for 21 minutes, and you have caused 12 slight injuries to the hunter.)"
"Points+20×8"
The man on the bed turned a deaf ear to the electronic sound, he pressed his shoulders, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I still underestimated his decisiveness."
He just silently made a mouth shape, and that person dared to fight directly.
If it wasn't for the fact that the racer was not confirmed, the red silk thread would not have been pierced into his shoulder, but his heart, right?
He pursed his bloodless lips.
That strange red thread seemed to drain the energy from his body, making him extremely weak.
But it's okay, there are a lot of recovery potions in his space.
『Your ability "space" has been deprived.』
"What's going on?" He stretched out his hand and made a tearing movement in the air, nothing happened, no space channel appeared, not even space fluctuations.
He quickly realized, "Is that the red thread?"
Taotie's red thread absorbed not only his body energy, but also his spatial ability.
There is such a natural ability in the world?
If he had found the gluttonous contract earlier and obtained this ability, wouldn't it be...
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Wait for me, next time..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and the harshness in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only sadness.
"Brother, there will be no next time, and I will not give you the leadership again."
The new voice was choked with sobs after crying, and his expression became sad and regretful.
But soon, his expression changed again, and he sneered with a cold face:
"Your nature cannot survive in Paradise at all."
All he answered was a silent resistance.
Finding that the racer's thoughts are really firm, the president can only speak softly, with a hint of persuasion:
"Don't you like surviving in the hunt? Leave everything to me and let me bear it. After all, the meaning of my birth is to protect you."
The racer wiped his eyes, "But you're hurting other people, and this kind of protection is too horrible to let you continue."
CEO: "I didn't kill them, they were all done by sea monsters, besides... I didn't do it for the three of us?
"If you follow the rules and participate in the dungeon, how many years will it take to save a permanent body? The points you can get by killing the survivors are much more rewarding than the points you can get by escaping the dungeon."
"That doesn't work either." The racer said firmly.
"It's okay for the two of us to make do with each other, but we can't keep wronging my sister like this."
The president coaxed patiently, "She is a girl, she wants to wear beautiful dresses, be friends with girls of the same age, and play with dolls..."
"It's a BJD doll, brother." A soft voice sounded in the room.
The president was silent for a while, BJD doll, what is that?
do not care.
"Any doll is fine, as long as you like it, brother will make a real person into a doll for you to play with."
"Brother!" the racer interrupted him, angrily said, "Don't bring your sister down!"
"I was just joking." The CEO said so, but he thought in his heart, it would be great to make that Taotie into a doll, it looks so beautiful, my sister must like it.
The racing driver didn't want to say any more, turned on the light, went to the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.
Amidst the sound of water splashing, the racing driver picked up a few handfuls of water and slapped it on his face. He raised his head, let out a long breath, looked at himself in the mirror and said:
"In short, it is impossible for me to give you the leadership.
"Even if you redeem your coming body, you can only enter the instance with me as a follower.
"In this way, as long as you are twenty meters away from me, you won't be able to use your talents and abilities, and you won't be able to hurt others anymore."
"Of course, you are the master personality, you have the final say." The president said.
Inside the Sea City Administration, Yi Xing and the players opened their eyes together.
"Clearance evaluation: SS (You helped find 4 keys, you dealt with the hunter for 125 minutes, and you caused 3 moderate damage to the hunter.)"
"Points +20×15"
"You have gained a follower: sea monster.』
Yi Xing reached into his pocket and squeezed.
Inside is a miniature octopus covered in fine sand, which feels very springy to the touch, like a shaken jelly covered in sweet powder.
The player in the hospital bed next door jumped up and sat up, "Cub! What happened in the end? What did the racer say to you?"
"He asked me to wait for him." Yi Xing got up slowly.
He was a little hungry, he didn't have enough to eat last night, and he spent a lot of energy cleaning up the villagers.
The energy from the "racer" wasn't enough to fill him up, and he expected the president to come to him.
There was a knock on the door, and An Wumeng pushed the door open, clapped her hands and said with a smile:
"Congratulations on your safe return."
"You all worked hard, you all performed very well this time, especially Taotie."
An Wumeng looked at Yi Xing and said:
"You discovered the talent of the president and his cooperation with sea monsters. This is the first case where a survivor took the initiative to help a hunter hunt. The Administration Headquarters attaches great importance to this, and it will surely give you a lot of contribution points."
"Contribution points? What's the use? Can I eat them?" Yi Xing asked.
"This..." An Wumeng choked, then thought that he could eat the player's cards, and said:
"Contribution points can be exchanged for many power-enhancing items, and many survivors will sell their supernatural creations on the Survivors Online, and they can be purchased by spending contribution points."
Yi Xing became interested, "When will the contribution points arrive? Give me the link to the Survivor Network."
"The Survivor Network link is available in the management team, and the contribution point will definitely arrive within three days. If you need it urgently, I can also remind you." An Wumeng said.
"Wait, President, did he really help hunters kill survivors?" The player took several beats to react.
She was so shocked that she couldn't understand, "Why did he do this?"
Yi Xing only knew that the president needed points, and didn't ask about the inside information. Hearing this, he said:
"If I see him again next time, I'll help you ask."
"Eh?" The player hurriedly waved his hand, "Farewell, goodbye, the president is dead, if you see him again, doesn't it mean that you... better say goodbye, I want to live well."
"No, he's not dead." Yi Xing said.
An Wumeng's expression also became serious.
He stayed in Yi Xing's live broadcast room all the time, and he didn't relax until he saw that they had cleared the level and the countdown to leave sounded.
As soon as he relaxed, he saw Yi Xing's blood spider thread shooting at the racer before the screen went black.
He was startled at the time, and immediately turned on the copied video, and watched the last ten seconds of the picture repeatedly.
Saw the changes in the faces of the racers in the last few seconds.
Finally, he forwarded the footage to a professional team for analysis.
According to the analysis, the micro-expression of the racer in the last few seconds was not like that of a racer, but like that of the president. The words he silently said were "wait for me".
The conclusion is that the president is probably not dead, he was "resurrected" on the racer.
After hearing Yi Xing's affirmation at this time, An Wumeng couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
Having such a person among the survivors will cause even more harm than most hunters.
He said: "The local administrations will search for the president as much as possible, and after finding it, send suitable escapees to control him or eliminate him."
This is already how the Authority treats hunters.
Yi Xing silently recommended himself, "I think I'm quite suitable for this job."
He was also thinking about the president's contract talent.
An Wumeng was taken aback for a moment, and then responded with a smile, "Okay, if there is any news, I will notify you first."
Yi Xing didn't stay in the management office for too long, and only spent an hour eating all the meals in the restaurant. After being watched by the staff of the management office whose eyes were about to pop out, he returned with the remaining cards given by the players.home.
When you get home, go to the kitchen first, turn on the faucet of the vegetable sink, and throw in the chili red mini octopus in your pocket.
Yi Xing quietly watched the little octopus roll in the vegetable sink, washing the fine sand off its body.
This unexpected offspring reminds Yi Xing of his true race.
He is not a human being, but a species born by fusing the genes of other races. In human culture, their existence is called...alien.
The little octopus washed itself clean, stretched out its small tentacles to hug Yi Xing's fingers.
From the mouth under the soft little head, there was a strange and rhythmic voice, "Huang~"
Yi Xing frowned slightly.
The Alien family reproduces asexually, and only the Alien King has the ability to reproduce offspring.
Therefore, in the alien language, "emperor" and "mother" are the same word with the same meaning.