"Find ......"

"Find ......"

"Find ......"

The active wave of the dragon claw locust was analyzed by Shen Cong using the language of the cicada, and he understood the general meaning of the mood fluctuations, as if he wanted to find something, but he couldn't understand what the emotions expressed in the later active wave were. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Naturally, I don't know what the dragon claw locust is looking for.

As for the inquiry, it can't be done, the dragon claw locust is like being immersed in his own world, and he doesn't have the slightest indication of the cicada language. Standing in the morning light, the nascent sunlight sprinkled on the branches, reflecting the glittering metallic luster, quietly emitting active waves of unknown significance.

About half an hour passed.

Finally, the dragon claw locust, who had been "finding ......", emitted another wave of activity: "Found it." ”

Then pull up the branch that touched the ground and continue in a northwesterly direction.

"What did the dragon claw locust find?"

The dragon claw locust-cicada language did not go well, and only two vocabulary words were obtained in total, but Shen Cong was very interested in the purpose of the dragon claw locust.

"The dragon's claw locust is looking for something, the snail traveler must be looking for something, there must be something in this area that attracts them. I need to follow them closely and find that thing, even the Golden Tree with the Super Four Talents, the Peerless Golden Beast Snail, are all attracted, there must be a big secret, a big benefit. ”

Knowing the direction of the dragon's claw, Shen Cong had the bottom in his heart, and took advantage of the rising sun to ride the four-legged dragon and return to Donkey Kong.

Donkey Kong was still quietly parked in the valley, and not far away, a huge snail was leisurely eating the golden tree, which was a small vegetable seedling to it. The tongue full of tiny teeth, with a slight roll, a piece of gold is cut and brought into the mouth to chew. Another roll, even the roots of the tree were pulled out.

And with the dirt, it was eaten up by snail travelers.

"Who are you?" Shen Cong said hello to the snail traveler in the snail-cicada language.

However, the expected "get out", without perceiving it, the snail traveler simply let out a "little bug" emotion, so he no longer bothered with Shen Cong and continued to eat the golden tree.

"It's a good thing, I've pretty much eliminated the negative image in the eyes of the snail traveler, at least the snail traveler won't be negative about me anymore."

This is a good phenomenon, Shen Cong endured the sleepiness, and beside the snail traveler, he routined for a while.

Although there was no successful communication, at least not much malice was obtained.

It's a pity that the four-legged dragon doesn't know the cicada language, otherwise it may get unexpected goodwill if it has a good image to communicate with the snail, and this big snail's temper is really good.

Strive to create the image of half an hour.

Shen Cong yawned and returned to Donkey Kong's car, ready to rest for a few hours. The state of mental fatigue is not suitable for running in the wild, and in order to cope with the crisis that may arise at any time, it is necessary to nourish the spirit.

……

I slept very sweetly, I didn't even dream, and I slept deeply.

When I got up, it was exactly twelve o'clock, and the drone took off to observe, only to find that the snail traveler had eaten and drunk enough, nearly six or seven kilometers away from Donkey Kong, and was heading north-west.

"The snail traveler should be looking for that thing too." Shen Cong looked at the picture and guessed.

Then he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, finished breakfast, and drove Donkey Kong to chase in the direction of the snail traveler. On the way over the mountains and mountains, Shen Cong suddenly found that since he left the Eastern War Zone, he had become more and more busy. A whole bunch of experiments are waiting to be studied, and two behemoths need to be observed.

Also be prepared to organize deals with survivors.

There are endless things to do almost all day long, so he has no time for entertainment, and even sleeps feels that time is pressing.

Although he was so busy that he couldn't breathe, Shen Cong liked this feeling of fulfillment very much in his heart, and only being busy could make him full of motivation all the time. will not suddenly fall into boredom, feel lonely, irritable, lonely, impulsive, the life of a lone ranger, cold and warm self-aware.

Bobo...... I...... Dislike...... Pull...... Donkey Kong ...... "The four-legged dragon who was a cow and a horse in front of him was very dissatisfied with his current positioning.

It is eager to go out and fight, kill powerful opponents, and declare its strength.

Instead of being a land porter, pulling a cart like an old ox.

Shen Cong sat in the driver's seat, shifting gears and steering leisurely, ignoring the complaints of the four-legged dragon. Eating and drinking well every day, doing some hard work and daring to complain, it is really better than a nest of ants.

The King Kong ant colony, but Shen Cong's right-hand man, under the leadership of the black head, guards the house, explores the way, digs pits, collects food, and is willing to do any dirty and tiring work.

Soon, the reluctant four-legged dragon pulled Donkey Kong to the side of the snail traveler, and followed the snail traveler forward.

The two eyes of the big snail slowly turned around, like two handles, from the left and right, looking at Shen Cong without stopping.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Shen Cong greeted.

The big snail turned one eye to look at the road, and the other eye remained looking back, and the active wave was emitted: "Little bug." ”

Shen Cong ignored this contemptuous title and continued the old routine: "Who are you?" ”

"Little bugs."

"Who are you?"

"Little bugs."

"You're a bug?"

"I am ......" The snail traveler's mind seems to have a pause, unable to explain whether he is a bug or not, or unable to explain who he is, "who am I" is a philosophical question.

However, soon the big snail gave up on this question and began to respond without nutrition: "Little bugs." ”

It doesn't say that he is a little bug, but that Shen Cong is a little bug.

Shen Cong didn't care at all, he had already discovered that the snail traveler had a hint of communication just now, and continued to work hard: "I'm a little bug, who are you?" ”

The big snail really caught the routine, and his thinking was messed up again: "I am ......"

After a few moments, it turned back to no nutrients: "Little bug." ”

"I'm a bug." Shen Cong pointed at himself, and then pointed at the four-legged dragon, "It's also a small bug, who are you?" ”

"I'm ......" This time the snail traveler simply stopped and thought quietly.

Its IQ has reached a certain level, but its thinking logic is still a little bit behind, and it can't keep up with human routines. If you are a human being, you will naturally know who you are, what your name is, and what you do. But in the concept of a snail traveler, it is likely that the question of who I am has never been considered.

It knew what golden trees it liked to eat, it knew that those smaller than it were small insects, and it knew how to look for that thing, but it didn't know who it was, and it didn't think about it.

"I am ......"

"I am ......"

"I am ......"

The snail traveler was tangled, silent, with only the active waves showing the violent fluctuations of its thoughts.

Shen Cong also didn't speak, his eyes were shining, he felt the active wave of the big snail, and put all his emotions into his perception, feeling that the big snail at this moment seemed to be in a kind of transformation of thinking.

Maybe the next moment, a snail will appear who knows how to think about 100,000 whys.

Moment.

Maybe it's ten minutes, maybe it's half an hour.

Finally, on the big snail, the chaotic active wave receded, and a clear and firm active wave came: "Get out, little bug." Then, without looking back, he continued to move on.

Shen Cong, who was speechless, was left speechless, and four big words appeared above his head: "Made's war!" (To be continued.) )