Facing the surprised or suspicious gazes of the previous few people, Yi Xing thought about it and said:

"It seems to be like this since the last copy."

To be more precise, after getting the spatial ability from the president, he was promoted to D rank.

An Wumeng nodded clearly, ""The Bride of the Sea Monster" is a D-level dungeon. You have gone through a hunting ground before and accumulated a lot of points. If the dungeon clearance score is high enough, it is not right to upgrade to D-level immediately.impossible."

The poison master was skeptical, "How high is the customs clearance score to become a D-rank escape within a month? A-rank? Or the legendary S-rank score?"

"SS." Yi Xing said.

This is his clearance score for the copy of "The Sea Monster's Bride".

The poison master rubbed his ears to make sure he didn't have auditory hallucinations, and asked without giving up: "You said it twice for emphasis, right?"

Yi Xing only glanced at him lightly, and the poison master understood.

"...Excuse me." Poison Master chose to shut himself up.

The clearance score is only given after the ability user leaves the dungeon. Although An Wumeng watched Yi Xing's live broadcast, he only knew his score level at this time, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart...

No wonder the hell three-headed dog is eyeing Yi Xing.

The Hell Three-Headed Dog has always had very high standards for selecting an owner, either a top-ranked and well-known ability user, or a newcomer with extraordinary talent and great potential.

Yi Xing is obviously the latter.

As long as he is given enough time to grow, he can even become the former.

Being targeted by such a powerful hunter too early, don't know if there is a chance to grow up.

The wind picked up, and the sand and soil left the ground, blurring the faces of several people.

"Not good..." An Wumeng saw a large cloud of dust sweeping in from a distance. This is not a wind, it is clearly a sandstorm, covering the sky and darkening the sky.

He quickly looked around, the red wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a few small hills, and there was no place to hide at all.

"Cover your body, mouth and nose with your clothes, and get down." An Wumeng said loudly.

The poison master glanced behind him, resisted the urge to run away, and said quickly, "It's over, we're going to explain here today" as if casting a spell.

After speaking, he immediately took off his clothes to cover his head, and lay down on the ground.

Master Huo had already laid down on the ground in a windbreaker, next to the painter.

An Wumeng also fell down.

Yi Xing looked at the four people who looked like ostriches on the ground, wondering if he should show that he had space.

Let's talk about it later, maybe they want to experience the sand bath?

Although don't know why the sandstorm started, there is indeed only ordinary sand in it, and no one can die.

Yi Xing creates an independent space for himself.

The wind and sand mat turned around, but failed to leave even a speck of dust on his body.

He raised his hand in the wind and sand, and tapped the light screen a few times.

"The live broadcast is on.』

A large number of viewers poured into it, and barrage filled the screen.

"The Missing Person Returns."

"Cub, you finally remembered your live broadcast account."

"It's a big wind and sand. Is the anchor traveling in the desert? Be careful."

"No, this is a holographic game live broadcast."

"Cub Yi seems to have completely forgotten that he is a food anchor."

Looking at the screen full of barrage, Yi Xing was satisfied. No wonder he always felt that something was missing just now. It turned out that the live broadcast was not on.

It was obvious that the sandstorm would not stop for a while, and Yi Xing chatted with the barrage in the dusty sky, answering a few questions from time to time.

"Yes, this is a new dungeon called "Gluttony Hell"... The people beside me who are about to be buried in the sand are my teammates in this dungeon. They are not dead or alive, and I did not do it. They got down on their own.of."

Fortunately, the independent space cut off Yi Xing's voice, and An Wumeng and the others couldn't hear it, otherwise, don't know if they would be so angry by his leisurely appearance that they would jump up from the sand.

"Why did the sand pass through my body? Is it cheating? It's not cheating, and it's not a game pass-through."

Suddenly, Yi Xing caught a glimpse of a red barrage with a familiar name floating by.

"Three-Headed Dog: Good morning, it was a pleasure to see you at first light."

Yi Xing stared slightly.

The first ray of morning light...

The dust covered the light, but Yi Xing still couldn't forget the previous sky. The sky was as white as a lamp, and the sun was scorching the earth like a fireball.

Cerberus is most likely not in Glutton Hell.

Yi Xing's heart sank.

The three-headed dog can still appear in his live broadcast room, which actually shows that the other party is not in the instance.

Yi Xing seemed to see the food that he had been thinking about for a long time grow wings and fly away.

"Is it true that you can only eat mice, toads and snakes?"

The way the beauty frowns slightly is really moving, and one can't help but listen to his worries, solve all the things that bother him, and soothe the sorrow between his brows.

"Cub, why can you only eat those, is there very little food in this instance?"

"I want to share the biscuits I'm eating with the anchor."

"Cub Yi, I sent you a private message of my treasured roasted bamboo rat video."

"Toads can also be eaten, but the skin and internal organs must be cleaned."

"Snake snake, taste snake, suck~"

Yi Xing saw the barrage and was touched for a moment, but he didn't know how to explain it to them.

It is not impossible to eat these, it is also a delicacy when it is cooked, but the energy that such food can bring is incomparable to that of hunters.

Hunters, or more precisely their powers, were the food that would fill him up.

"Hell three-headed dog: What do you want to eat? I'll send it to you."

Yi Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said unabashedly: "You."

After a short while, the three-headed dog's reply appeared.

"Too proactive, but you will be eaten to the bone."

Yi Xing said seriously: "Eating the bones together is the greatest affirmation of delicious food."

He sincerely hopes that this vile dog is delicious enough.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

After this barrage, the hell three-headed dog didn't leave a message.

It seemed to confirm that the three-headed dog had left, and some colorful bullet screens gradually appeared.

"What's the situation? That was an A-level hunter just now, right? How could he appear in a live broadcast room of this level?"

"Is that what I think it is?"

"It should be right."

"It's a pity. It's a good-looking survivor, but he has a problem with his brain. He couldn't do anything right, but he just went to provoke that one."

"I won't be able to see such an eye-catching live broadcast in the future, let's do it and cherish it."

"Eh? Why did the number of hunters suddenly increase in the live broadcast room?"

"I heard that in the live broadcast room here, you can see the hell three-headed dog eating raw beauties, is it true?"

"Replacement as fake."

"Hee hee, I'll reserve a seat in advance, I hope the hell three-headed dog eats more delicately, and don't get bored."

Yi Xing was reminded by the bullet screen that he should eat more delicately, so he clicked on the points mall and started buying all kinds of sauces and seasonings.

I will buy kitchen utensils later.

I don't know how big the three-headed dog is. If the pot is too small, the light screen will not be returned or exchanged.

The sandstorm lasted for a long time, and when the storm subsided, An Wumeng crawled out of the sand first.

He took a few mouthfuls of fresh air from outside, and went to dig other people without shaking the sand on his clothes.

"Gao Tie, painter, poison master, and fire mage, you can come out now."

Master Huo climbed out by himself, pulled up the painter beside him, and helped An Wumeng dig people.

After sweeping away the sand, Poison Master's camouflage uniform designed like game equipment was exposed in the air.

"Why is he motionless?"

The painter stopped grabbing the sand in his hair, knelt down beside him, reached out and carefully poked the clothes covered by the poisoner, and said in horror:

"He won't really milk himself to death?"

"No, this guy is asleep."

An Wumeng lifted the clothes off the poison master's head and patted his head to wake him up.

"Hey! Who is it? Disturbing people's dreams."

Poison Master opened his eyes in a daze, and saw An Wumeng with a terrible expression, "What's wrong, team leader?"

"The Taotie is gone." An Wumeng's face was sullen, he had already expanded the scope of his talent to a hundred meters around, but he still couldn't find Yi Xing.

"I'm here." Yi Xing removed the space around him and appeared behind An Wumeng.

Poison Master, who was still in a daze just after waking up, didn't respond, and the rest of them were shocked.

They were very sure that there was no one behind An Wumeng, and there were no traces of Taotie crawling out of the sand around him.

An Wumeng noticed that there was almost no sand on Yi Xing's body, as if he had experienced a sandstorm at all.

"You are..."

"Space." Yi Xing replied simply.

It is impossible for him to never use this ability in front of people. The Administration knows that his talent is "swallowing". It is easy to explain how this space ability came about.

"Space? Space props?"

The poison master sat up straight, looking like "I won't be sleepy if you say this".

"What kind of carrier space, did you spend a lot of points?" Poison Master asked curiously.

"No." No points, not a single point.

Yi Xing smelled something, turned his head slightly, and looked at the sandy soil in the distance.

The smell of people, without the fragrance of supernatural energy.

An Wumeng got up, looked at the past, and said slowly:

"One thousand meters ahead, there are thirteen living people underground, all of whom are children, and their mental state is extremely poor."

Yi Xing smelled the fragrance spreading from An Wumeng's body, which was the smell of supernatural energy.

An Wumeng is using his talent or ability.

What would be the talent of a dreamer?Enter someone else's dream?

"Get something good, let's go and have a look." An Wumeng said.

After the poison master dug a hole all over the ground, and finally tripped over the gun by saying "I lost my gun", and found his gun buried in the sand, a group of five people walked towards the hill together.

Under the gravel beside the hill, several skinny children struggled to push away the stone slabs and climbed out one by one on the ladder.

The person who climbed out first saw An Wumeng and others coming from a distance, he let out a low cry, and quickly jumped back into the hole, greeted his companions, and hurriedly pulled the stone slab back to cover it.

"What did you see?" An Wumeng asked.

"Just a few children, no adults? How do they survive in this kind of place?" The painter was puzzled.

"Everything in the dungeon should not be underestimated, it looks like an ordinary child, maybe it's something." Poison Master said.

An Wumeng looked at Master Huo with some encouragement, "What do you think?"

Master Huo hesitated for a while, and said: "We know too little about this dungeon, no matter what it is, stay vigilant and contact it first."

"What about you, Taotie, what did you find?" An Wumeng looked at Yi Xing.

Yi Xing can detect the movement over there at a distance of a thousand meters, so his perception ability must be very good.

Yi Xing replied casually: "There is bloody smell, and the smell of being burned by fire. It happened about a day ago."

"Is there? Can you really smell it from such a distance?" The poison master sniffed hard, but found nothing except inhaling the scorching air and drifting fine sand.

He was at a loss, "Could it be that our noses are constructed differently?"

"Of course not."

The painter admired Yi Xing's back, his eyes almost overflowed with enjoyment.

"The whole body of Taotie is a masterpiece carefully fabricated by Nu Wa, and we are just muddy ideas thrown out."

"Damn, although I'm not that... but I'm not a fool, am I?"

The poison master and the painter argued over "clay ideas" or "clay dolls".

Seeing that they were about to reach the stone slab, An Wumeng interrupted their meaningless discussion with a dry cough.

When they stopped, An Wumeng stepped forward, squatted down and tapped on the stone slab, saying:

"Excuse me, we are lost and want to ask for directions."

There was no response from under the slate.

"Team leader, your affinity may not be enough," Poison Master rubbed his hands secretly, "Let our Nuwa darling come over."

Nu Wa favorite?

An Wumeng subconsciously looked at Yi Xing.

Yi Xing knows that Nu Wa is the mother of human beings in ancient mythology, and it is said that she created human beings out of loess.

It has nothing to do with him.

He is not a human being, but an alien fused with human genes.

The reason why he grew up like this is that he was too weak at the beginning, and he needed an appearance that could lower the vigilance of human beings and make them accept him.

Yi Xing walked over, leaned over, and stretched out his hand to pull the stone slab away under the expectant gaze of everyone.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

From below came the yelling of children making a fuss.

Everyone: "..."

Is this the affinity of Nu Wa's favorite?

Using absolute force to make the other party friendly is useless.