Winder snatched the circuit board from the falcon and confiscated it after studying it.

Although he knew that this thing was good for the little bike and should be able to help it continue to grow, that kind of evolution was uncontrollable, and it didn't meet Winder's expectations for the falcon.

The little motorcycle was naturally quite unhappy about this, waving a mechanical arm to express his dissatisfaction, but unfortunately his arm couldn't twist his thigh. It circled around Vinder for a few moments, and quickly shifted its attention when it noticed that Vinder was unmoved.

It took aim at the engine of the car, which had been destroyed by Winde before that, but it was still intact.

The little guy climbed on top of the engine with the whole car, to prevent Wende from disturbing him again, and kept groping with his mechanical arm, and occasionally some red rays swept by.

It felt like he was analyzing and collecting information, and Wende was also a little curious about what the final result would be, so he didn't stop the sand falcon's behavior.

Anyway, after it evolved twice, the magic crystals in the internal force reserve were almost exhausted, so there was no need to worry about the small motorcycle evolving immediately after the scanning.

The sand falcon's side couldn't end for a while, and the man who was saved by Winder was still unconscious and not suitable to move.

So although it was still early, according to the time set by Winder, it was only around five o'clock in the afternoon - speaking of which, the planet's rotation is faster than that of the Earth, and Winder simply counted that it was about twenty-three hours a day - Winder still decided to rest here today.

From the desert to the Gobi, camping is generally easier.

Winder removed the camping tent from his backpack and set it up, then took out all the fuel from the car - it came from a variety of sources, but the final product was very similar to gasoline - and first gave the falcon a "drink" to its heart's content, and then lit a campfire with the rest of the flammable materials collected together.

Not for cooking, but simply for heating. The night temperature in the Gobi is also not high, and Wende himself doesn't care, but the patient on the side may not be able to resist.

Then I cooked a pot of minced meat porridge and a few cooking cakes......

Speaking of walking in the desert for such a long time, the "Makeover" sub-item under Wende's cooking skills has really grown a lot.

This dinner didn't cost him extra source power, and the taste was still in the past, and he quickly fed his stomach.

Then it was time to rest, but there was a patient there, and Winder was destined to be restless tonight.

The man who was saved by Winder was generally quiet, but the basic reaction after the operation was also unavoidable. His body temperature suddenly rose in the middle of the night, and Winder couldn't suppress it after using a lot of medicine. Wende once thought that he was about to die, and he didn't want this thin and malnourished man to have a very strong will to survive.

At about four o'clock in the middle of the night, his body temperature suddenly subsided. After more than half an hour, I opened my eyes even more.

At that moment, Winder was sitting by the campfire, muffling clouds.

Speaking of smoking, it is harmful to health, and after becoming a traveler, Wende refrained from touching it, and did not break his vows until he came to this world.

If nothing else, it's just that it's too monotonous and boring to travel in the desert! And the unknown destination magnifies this sense.

The nicotine in tobacco actually has little effect on Wende's body today, but the psychological comfort brought by habit also makes him feel a lot more comfortable.

The patient's sudden awakening made Winder stunned for a moment, and then said with some joy: "Ah, you are awake!" ”

Of course, the patient could not have understood, and he did not care much. He first touched left and right, and was quickly stimulated by the pain response of his body, but soon laughed again.

Only then did he confirm that he was not dead, and he had time to look around.

The patient noticed Winder, and the half of the cigarette in his hand, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, and his throat also made a subconscious swallowing motion.

The reaction was funny, as the man seemed to know what a cigarette was.

Winder looked playfully, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out to Winder to get up. Naturally, he was rejected, the man was injured, and smoking was no good.

Because of the language barrier, Wende had to compare for a long time. The man should have finally understood, but he slapped his chest again, put on a strong posture, and continued to plead.

It made Winder a little funny, thinking that most of this person was traumatic, and the operation did not involve much internal organs, and after a little hesitation, he still handed it over.

The man took it, sniffed greedily under his nose to reveal a greedy countenance, then hobbled over to the campfire, took a stick—which had been removed from the seat of the car—and lit it, and took a deep breath without spitting it out.

This look, this posture, is like an old smoking gun for many years, or the kind that has not touched the smoke for a while due to the environment.

Winder looked familiar and couldn't help but shake his head, but he wasn't interested in smoking anymore. Casually flicked the rest into the campfire, and the man suddenly cried out in regret.

Winder ignored it, not worried about what the man could tell from the cigarette. Smoke is idiosyncratic, and all the text on it that would reveal information was canceled when Wende made it.

Wende prepared some food for that person, considering the factors of digestion and absorption, oil tea is very suitable. He made it in a boiling way, first getting some jerky and crumpling it and putting it in, then thinking about it, and pulling out a few eggs from his backpack...... I also hit in.

These are the eggs of lizards and snakes, the remnants of the sand falcon's hunt. Wende has tasted it, it is not poisonous, but the taste is not good, so he does not want to touch it again.

However, nutrition is still in the past, but it is just right for patients to eat.

Winder brought the cooked meal to the man, who had been paying attention to the smell since he smelled it. Until this time I confirmed that it was for myself, I immediately took it and ate it without caring about the heat.

The starving ghost was reincarnated as if he hadn't eaten for a few days.

Wende's persuasion after a few attempts to no avail, so he could only shake his head and ignore it again.

It wasn't until the man had swept away all of the two of them that Winder had a basic communication with him.

It's nothing more than pointing to yourself and then pointing to something around you to confirm the name...... Such simple communication.

The pronunciation of this man's name is close to "John", and he calls the falcon "Suddenly", and Alto is "Kati", but I don't know if he refers to the car model or whatever.

However, as the communication continued, Wende gradually realized that the words used by this person should be similar to the alphabet of English, purely phonetic.

And this man must be uneducated, unable to write, and purely illiterate.

At the same time, the ability to express itself is not very good, and sometimes it seems confusing and confusing when communicating and repeating.

Vinder noticed this because when he was communicating with this person, he turned on the [video] of his ability. The original intention was to record the person's pronunciation, so that it would be easier to learn and compare.

I accidentally noticed that when this person spoke, there were several short sentences with similar pronunciation, which were often repeated......

This made Winder feel powerless, and until John fell asleep again due to exhaustion, Winde's communication with him still had to be aided by hand gestures.