I don't know how long it took, Mu Shuyan's emotions finally stabilized, probably because he understood that tears were useless products, and all he could do was live well with the expectations of his mother and sister.

In this case, his reason quickly prevailed, and even if he was still uncomfortable in his heart, he finally cheered up and waited for the car.

Su Que looked at Mu Shuyan and observed his mood changes, she was still very happy that her companion's mood had improved.

Su Que is used to seeing too many life and death, and he has no father or mother since he was a child, so he sees emotions much less than them, but he also knows the weight of family affection.

But after all, only people are amorous, and the last days will always be indifferent, and if you want to live, you have to be stronger.

The sun of the last days of Vientiane is still cold, and the eight suns hang impartially in the middle of the sky, like eight bright light bulbs shining coldly on the blue curtain, bright but not enough light and heat, probably putting the only little heat into the great cause of luminescence.

Su Que zipped up the jacket and wrapped it around her body again, hoping to draw some heat from its thick fabric.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the air here seems to be much colder than before, as if an invisible hand has moved the world from the crisper to the freezer.

Su Que looked at the blue and purple sky, and there was a vague foreboding in her heart, she thought about it, turned her head sideways and asked Ji Shuze, who was standing in a daze, a question that was not related to cattle and horses:

"Do you know how to stack arhats?"

Ji Shuze was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to understand what she meant:

"Stacked ...... Stacking Arhats? ”

Su Que nodded very seriously, and gestured with his hand:

"It's me stepping on you, did you hold me?"

Although Ji Shuze didn't quite understand what she was going to do, as an honest child who couldn't lie, he still answered honestly:

"I guess so...... I haven't tried...... I'm not sure. ”

Ji Shuze glanced at Mu Shuyan on the side again:

"It's probably okay with him to hold him."

Mu Shuyan felt that a gaze fell on him, although he was still uncomfortable at this time, his face had returned to his usual calm appearance, seeing that it was Ji Shuze looking at him, he also helped the mirror and said:

"I can help."

Su Que nodded.

It's not that she didn't consider asking Mu Shuyan to help her, but although he was older than Ji Shuze, he was seriously injured, and it was really unwise to let the seriously injured do such a dangerous move.

The wind was whistling, blowing on their cheeks, taking heat away from their pores, and the wind outside the copy was very strong, and the faint fragrance of peach blossoms was blown away by the wind, replaced by a cool wind that kept flowing.

Ji Shuze slowly squatted down to let her go up, Su Que supported his shoulders, and according to his previous experience, he stepped on Ji Shuze's body slowly and steadily, standing on his shoulders and half-squatting, holding Ji Shuze's head as lightly as possible with both hands.

Ji Shuze felt like he was carrying a bag of flour, and the stressed part of his shoulders hurt when he carried it, and his face was flushed, but thinking of his greatest wish, he gritted his teeth and tightened his jaws, but he didn't say a word.

Su Que stepped on his shoulder, and stood firm in a skillful movement posture, allowing Ji Shuze to bear as little force as possible.

After all, people can learn anything in order to survive, and without the blessing tools and the Bliss Table, stacking Arhats is the best way to obtain this information.

Mu Shuyan supported Ji Shuze with both hands and asked him to get up slowly, although Su Que was standing staggering on it, but with Mu Shuyan's help, in the end, she knew that Ji Shuze couldn't support it for too long, so she hurried to get down to business.

Su Que was like squeezing water out of dried cotton, desperately squeezing out a small spark of electricity from his depleted ability, the whitish electric light trembled cautiously, and the poor baba twitched in one direction with a hint of joy, as if there was something there to attract it.

Su Que narrowed his eyes, gathered his ability, and looked over there according to its instructions.

I saw that under the blue sky, a huge sundial rose from the ground, as big as a towering millstone, round and slightly oblique, and a thick and thick base that ten people hugged and was still dissatisfied, standing firmly on the ground, towering as if supporting the sky and opening the earth, adding shock.

Even if Su Que is like this, he has already seen it once, and he can't help but be shocked again, it can be seen that its birth has already shocked the universe - the power of latitude devouring is earth-shaking.

There are more than a dozen of such strange structures in the world, and it is characterized by a strong magnetic field, but it is only useful outside of the dungeon.

Su Que settled down, no longer looking at its magnificent appearance, but looking at the time of the sundial.

This strange thing is said to be a sundial, but in fact, it is not true, after all, the sun has become eight, and if the sundial is still the same, it will not keep up with the trend.

The center of the disc is barbed with a sharp needle in the shape of a sundial, like a piercing arrow straight into the heart of the plate, and the depiction on both sides of the disc is not like the style of an ordinary sundial, but is divided into two halves, half pure white and half pure black, and a third of the pure black is painted with gray, and the scale is drawn on the edge of the plate, as precise as a protractor.

Su Que blocked some of the dazzling sunlight with his hand, and looked into the distance under the shade of his palm, only to see that the shadow of the sharp needle was walking one-seventh of the white half.

The layman who has just entered the end of the world can't understand it, but Su Que knows it, the white half refers to the time of the end of the day, and the black half is the time of the end of the night, and the gray area is the opening time of the second end of the dream world.

And now the shadow of the sharp needle is one-seventh of the white disk, Su Que converted that scale into time through the formula in his mind, and combined with the time when the temperature plummeted, it was already after it.

Her heart sank.

Electric heat, if it's really cold time, she's not afraid, it's a big deal to sit on the bus for a few more stops to recover, and when the ability is restored, she can find something as an electrical appliance, and she can generate electricity and heat safely and steadily, and it is not a problem to resist the cold.

With a small electrical resistance, her ability loss can be almost ignored, and if she doesn't attack others, her ability will help her drag on for a few months without a problem, so she is almost completely worried.

But Mu Shuyan is different from Ji Shuze, needless to say, Mu Shuyan's ability is an auxiliary.

Although Ji Shuze's ability can also form a sound wave wall, he needs to vibrate to make a sound, and he can't keep beating with his hands, so his muscles will be tired.

So the two of them can't go outside, they can only survive like people like them.

Su Que frowned, he didn't expect that the partner who had been built up with great difficulty would be disbanded again-

After all, there was no way she could stay with them.

Su Que squatted down and jumped directly from Ji Shuze's shoulder, and fell to the ground with a "bang", splashing a piece of smoke-like dust - it could save Ji Shuze the trouble of pouring again.

He staggered back a few steps, leaned against the stop sign and rubbed his flushed face and sore shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.

Stacking arhats is indeed a work of strength, especially since he is also the recipient of force.

Su Que took advantage of his rest time to come to the stop sign and knocked on the happiness sign on the No. 115 bus stop sign with his hand.

They didn't know, Su Que understood very well, they couldn't wait for the bus just by waiting, and there were only two ways to take the bus.

One way is to shout a command, and the Elysium rooftop will sense the special frequency of the password and dispatch a bus in the area at will.

The other is to knock on the Elysium sign to take the bus, at which point the mechanical energy is converted into information, and the bus will receive the signal to go to the stop sign.

That's what she's doing this time.

Ji Shuze rubbed his shoulders and began to be in a daze, in the end, he was still young, he didn't pay too much attention to Su Que, he just felt that she had always been very powerful.

Mu Shuyan was different, he turned his gaze to Su Que, his eyes flickered, and the eyes under the round lenses quietly observed Su Que's behavior.

Su Que noticed his gaze, and still did it frankly, but he didn't want to hide it.

In order to read the customers, the Elysium put up dozens of small advertisements with bells and whistles for its rules, and the number was so large that the survivors were afraid that there was a force called the Elysium.

None of this is a new novelty.

It's just that Mu Shuyan's observation ability is indeed amazing, and she can see that she is different in such a short time, Su Que was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't feel anything.

After all, as soon as they entered the end of the world, they were unlucky enough to enter a copy, and most of the people who came out with their legs and feet intact were not fuel-efficient lamps.

Mu Shuyan is one of them, and she is also one of them.

It's just a temporary co-ordination in the dungeon, and there are multiple layers of defense outside the dungeon.

The wind and sand whirled, and I don't know how long it took for the breeze to finally deliver the loud and dull horn of the No. 115 bus.

In the distance, an oily green dot faintly appeared in the blue station signs, and as it was enlarged closer, the brightness of the color was no less than pouring a bucket of paint on the vast highway, which really made people sigh at the unique vision of the designers of Paradise.

Su Que and his party pricked up their ears, and seemed to hear the broadcast of a mechanical female voice behind the heavy glass door, and the voice was a little dull:

"Uh-ding-Peach Blossom Spring-arrived, passengers who got off the back door, please, and arrived at the station ahead-Doll Building."