Chapter 215: Tracing the Source, Looking for the Chameleon
The early morning sunlight quietly filtered in through the gaps in the wooden house and hit the floor.
The fresh air is also floating slightly in the air, carrying dust flying up and down.
“Huh”
“I slept so satisfactorily. The weather in the wasteland was really good a few days ago, but I had ignored it before!”
Stretching, Sumo sat up from the bed and opened the system panel out of habit.
At this time, the time in the wasteland has passed eight o'clock in the morning, but the system's daily reminder has not been sent.
This is bad news, but it is good news.
"It seems that the system's test is calculated based on the real world, and the time in the ruins will not be included in it."
Rubbing the bluish-gray stubble on his chin, Sumo Nod slowly.
The time in the ruins cannot be used to earn survival points.
Similarly, as long as you can get enough time currency, you can completely rely on the currency to offset the time flow penalty in the ruins and the real world.
"Today's task is."
Close the system panel. As usual, as soon as Sumo opened the chat panel and was about to record today's task in his diary, there was a sudden sound. Pat on the head.
“We’ve all come to the ruins and there are still missions. Of course, you can do whatever you feel comfortable with, hehe!”
He lifted up the quilt, stretched out his contented waist, opened the door, and walked out lazily while moving his body.
There is no Oreo guarding the current temporary base. Before going to bed yesterday, he worked until midnight before tidying up the ground around the wooden house.
By the way, a row of neat wooden fences were erected around it to surround Zhong Qingshu and his wooden house to ensure that some mutated monsters with inner turmoil would not break in.
During the busy process, Zhong Qingshu also changed from vigilant at the beginning to indifferent later on, and even came out to help carry things for a while.
On the first day, there was no psionic water to restore physical strength. Both of them were very tired, but they didn't communicate much, so they went back to the shelter and lay down.
But on one side is a luxurious bedding and a sturdy and wide bed.
The other side was a bare wooden floor.
As soon as he went out, Sumo bumped into Zhong Qingshu who was guarding the door with two dark circles under his eyes and seemed to be hesitating about something.
“Ah!”
Seeing Sumo go out, Zhong Qingshu was obviously startled and shrank back nervously.
"What are you afraid of? You said we are old friends, and I forgot to tell you last night."
"You confessed your love to me and have been chasing me, but I didn't agree." ! "
Spreading his hands, Su Mo was talking nonsense seriously, making Zhong Qingshu stunned.
No, you didn’t agree?
Zhong Qingshu became even more nervous, her face turned pale, the white was red, and the red was blue.
"Relax, I'm just teasing you." He pretended to be frightened, and when Zhong Qingshu took a step back again, Su Mo burst into laughter.
In the Relics of Time, you don’t have to worry about anything. You are completely idealistic. As long as you have the strength, you can do whatever you want.
Ignoring Zhong Qingshu struggling with himself, Sumo went straight to the trading market.
It only cost six or seven bottles of water to trade dozens of units of iron blocks and some basic food and drink supplies.
With supplies, making things does not cost disaster points.
Sitting on the stool he had made, Somo made a selection of items and started making countless items spontaneously.
After such a gimmick to obtain materials, after a while, items that can be regarded as top luxury items in the wasteland appeared.
Iron stove.
Iron pot
Two large ceramic bowls, an iron grill, and an iron table
One after another, items for enjoyment were made and placed in the small courtyard surrounded by fences.
Among these things, many of them were things that Soma had not had time to enjoy in the real world, and they were all arranged at this time.
Taking out the traded beef, Sumo began to take out various bottles and cans from the storage space and began to sort them out.
“Well, first cut the beef into small pieces, then marinate it with cooking wine, add onion, ginger, and garlic to taste, and then add some barbecue sauce.”
“As for soup, I’ll make it today. Seaweed and egg drop soup! ”
Most of the taste of food comes from refined seasonings. In front of these seasonings, as long as the quantity and steps can be guaranteed, no matter how unpalatable it is, there is a lower limit.
With the character of a Somo gourmet, these items are naturally made to be extremely sweet and delicious. The flavor of the egg drop soup spreads, and a handful of cumin is sprinkled on the roasted golden and oily beef. When you put it on a skewer, the flavor bursts out.
Gu Gu Gu Gu!
The shriveled stomach made a sound similar to the roar of big and small sparks!
The food is not scary, the scary thing is the process of sitting aside and waiting.
Watching the food slowly take shape, smelling the aroma entering the nose...
That feeling is simply amazing!
After a while, the beef skewers began to change color. When they were taken out and rolled in the chili noodles, oily splashes suddenly burst out.
But the strange thing is that Zhong Qingshu still froze there and was lost in thought, as if she didn't smell the fragrance.
“Well, you’re not still thinking about what I said before, are you?”
Sumo turned his head and suddenly became happy.
"Well, if you are willing to take it seriously, I can reject you once now."
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This guy!
Why are you talking so irritatingly! Zhong Qingshu gritted her teeth and suddenly became rude. She walked up and picked up a bunch and ate it.
There is no unfamiliarity at the beginning.
In one meal, the two of them had enough to eat and drink.
Sumo did not save a large piece of beef that was traded, but turned it all into kebabs and stored them in the storage space.
The rest of the egg drop soup was eaten by the two of them, and a whole pot of egg drop soup that could have been consumed by four or five people was consumed.
Touching his round belly, Somo simply sat on the ground, leaning back on the chair, enjoying the gentle breeze of the wasteland.
On the plain of the Candlelight Refuge, grass grows and warblers fly. Sitting in this environment, the fatigue and tension of the past few days begin to quickly ease.
On the other side, Zhong Qingshu was not idle.
After eating, she tidied away the pot where the meat had been cooked, and collected all the dripping seasonings together.
Scrape off some unscraped egg droplets from the bottom of the pot and set them aside for storage.
This cautious look reminded Sumo of his embarrassment and caution in the first few days after traveling to the wasteland.
"Hey, what was I doing on the second day in the wasteland? It seems like"
"Chameleon!!"
Recalling those days, The chameleon who once brought a fortune emerged from the memory.
After experiencing the wasteland for a month, Sumo now understood how exaggerated the treasure chest that the chameleon exploded was.
Psionic energy! Tamagotchi! Design drawing!
These three things destroyed a kobold sanctuary of more than 2,000 people, and Sumo got it with difficulty.
But at that time, it was really suspicious that a chameleon with a combat power of only 5 could explode such a thing.
"According to the time, I should be upgrading the wood spear by that time in the wasteland, waiting to go hunting at noon!"
While trying to recall the details, Somo stood up.
Since we have plenty of time now, why not go to the underground shelter and take a closer look at what this chameleon is like.
"Zhong Qingshu, I want to go out, do you want to go?"
"I don't. No, I'm going!"
Looking at Su Mo taking the rifle He came out and straddled her body, and looked at the seemingly peaceful but extremely dangerous surroundings. Zhong Qingshu's body and mouth were very real!
Staying with Somo, you don’t have to worry about food, drink, and safety.
Such a super "bodyguard", even more and more strange pictures flashed in his mind.
"Have we seen it somewhere?" "
Siting on the back seat of the motorcycle, her face froze, and finally she asked with a straight head.
"Have you seen it? ”
“Of course we have met. ”
The breeze blows, a wisp of spring breeze blows.
Su Mo's heart beat faster. He squeezed the accelerator and the motorcycle roared out.
“Hold on tight, don’t fall!”
The earth-colored storm began to gather at the rear of the motorcycle.
Powerful dynamic vision and increasingly terrifying balance allow the motorcycle to reach speeds of up to 60 yards.
Along the way, he easily dodged all the obstacles and looked at Zhong Qingshu's beautiful eyes in the car.
"I have driven this section of road many times. This is the farmland we are about to build!"
Slowed down and looked at the great plain next to Somo. Regardless of whether Zhong Qingshu could understand or not, she kept talking to herself.
Positively remind the humans in the ruins of time that the world they live in is fake and they have failed once.
This time, facing Zhong Qingshu, who has a super high IQ, Sumo has no intention of Telling the truth directly, but using insinuations in this space and time, planted seeds of "hope" in Zhong Qingshu's heart.
"There should be a large number of kobold castles here, but unfortunately, there won't be any in the future!"
"Here is a natural saltpeter camp. We can also find sulfur later, so we can You can easily make black powder, and you can also develop the explosive technology tree."
"This is Magu's refuge, by the way. His refuge has five levels, and he is a human being in our parallel earth world. He is also the player who participated in the ruins last time."
"This is my refuge, my Soma's refuge. Remember it!"
"From now on, I mean from now on. If there is still a chance.”
"You can come to me."
Pointing to the open space seriously, Sumo looked proud, completely ignoring Zhong Qingshu's increasingly doubtful eyes, and made a mark on the location of the underground shelter.
On the mark, Somo drew an Oreo dog head in a very wicked way.
Following the location of the underground shelter, you can identify it a little. In the bushes in the distance, the chameleon is indeed squatting on the tree.
Not even the position has changed at all!
(End of this chapter)