Heavy Truck Chariot In The End Times

Chapter 420 The transformation of the big snail (3,600 monthly pass plus more)

“turn up……”

“turn up……”

“turn up……”

Shen Cong used the language of the cicada to parse the active wave of Sophora japonicus. Shen Cong understood the general meaning of the mood swings in it. It seemed that he wanted to find something, but he couldn’t understand the emotions expressed in the latter active wave.

Naturally, I don’t know what Longzhaohuai is looking for.

As for inquiries, it is even impossible to do it. The dragon claw tree is like immersed in its own world, without the slightest expression of the cicada language. Standing in the morning light, letting the nascent sunlight shine on the branches, reflecting the shining metallic luster, quietly emitting active waves of unknown meaning.

About half an hour passed.

Finally, the Sophora japonicus that had been “finding…” emitted another active wave: “Found it.”

Then he pulled up the branches that touched the ground and moved on to the northwest.

“What did Dragon Claw Sophora find?”

The language of Longzhaohuai-Cicada is not progressing well, and only two vocabularies have been acquired in total. However, Shen Cong is very interested in the purpose of Longzhaohuai.

“Dragon Claw Sophora is looking for something, 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 super four talents and the unparalleled golden beast. Snails are all attracted. There must be big secrets and great benefits.”

Knowing the direction of Longzhaohuai, Shen Cong had a bottom in his heart. Taking advantage of the rising sun, he mounted a four-legged dragon and returned to Vajra.

The big Vajra still stopped quietly in the valley. Not far away, a huge snail was eating the golden tree leisurely, and the golden tree was a small vegetable seedling to it. With the tongue covered with fine teeth, a piece of golden tree is cut slightly and brought into the mouth for chewing. One more roll, even the roots of the tree were pulled out.

With mud, eaten up by snail travellers.

“Who are you.” Shen Cong greeted the snail traveler in the snail-cicada language.

However, the expectant “get away”, did not perceive it, the snail traveler simply sent out a “little bug” emotion, and stopped paying attention to Shen Cong, and continued to gnaw on the golden tree.

“Good sign, I have almost eliminated the negative image in the eyes of the snail traveler, at least the snail traveler will no longer send negative emotions to me.”

This is a good phenomenon. Shen Cong endured his sleepiness and spent a long time beside the snail traveler.

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

It’s a pity that the four-legged dragon can’t speak the language of cicadas, otherwise, letting it communicate with the snail, which has a good image, may get unexpected kindness. This big snail has a really good temper.

Try to create an image for half an hour.

Shen Cong yawned and returned to the big Vajra car, ready to rest for a few hours. The state of mental fatigue is not suitable for running around in the wild. In order to cope with the crisis that may arise at any time, it is necessary to cultivate enough energy.

…

I slept very sweetly during this sleep, and I didn’t even dream, so I had a deep sleep.

When I got up, it was exactly twelve o’clock, and the drone took off to observe, only to find that the snail traveler did not know when he had eaten and drank enough. It was about six or seven kilometers away from the big Vajra, and was heading north to the west.

“The snail traveler should have begun to look for that thing.” Shen Cong looked at the screen and guessed.

Then he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth. After breakfast, he drove the big Vajra to chase the snail traveler. On the way over the mountains and ridges, Shen Cong suddenly found that since he left the Eastern Theater, he was getting busier and busier. A lot of experiments are waiting to be studied, and two behemoths need to be observed.

Be prepared to organize transactions with survivors.

He has busy schedules almost all day, so he has no time for entertainment, and he feels that he is pressed for sleep.

Although he was too busy to breathe, Shen Cong liked this feeling of fullness very much in his heart. Only being busy can 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, warm and cold.

“Bobo… I… hate… pull… Big Vajra…” The four-legged dragon in front of him was very dissatisfied with his current position.

It is eager to go out to fight, kill powerful opponents, and declare that its own is strong.

Instead of being a land tracker, pulling a cart like an old cow.

Shen Cong sat in the driver’s seat, shifting gears and steering leisurely, ignoring the complaints of the four-legged dragon. It’s really not as good as a colony of ants if I eat and drink every day, and even dare to complain when I do some hard work.

The Vajra ant colony is Shen Cong’s right-hand man. Under the leadership of Heitou, he is willing to do all kinds of dirty and tiring tasks.

Soon, the reluctant four-legged dragon pulled Vajra to the side of the snail traveler, and followed behind the snail traveler.

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

“It’s nice to see you.” Shen Cong greeted.

The big snail turned one eye to look at the road, while the other eye kept looking backward, the active wave emitted: “Little bug.”

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

“small bug.”

“Who are you?”

“small bug.”

“Are you a bug?”

“I am…” The snail traveler’s thinking seems to have some pause, unable to explain whether he is a bug, or 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 does not say that he is a little bug, but that Shen Cong is a little bug.

Shen Cong didn’t care at all. He had discovered that the snail traveler had a trace of communicable signs just now, and he continued his routine: “I am a bug, who are you?”

Sure enough, the big snail has a routine, and his thinking is confused again: “I am…”

After a while, he returned to no nutrition again: “Little bug.”

“I am a little bug.” Shen Cong pointed at himself, then at the four-legged dragon. “It’s also a little bug, who are you?”

“I am…” This time the snail traveler stopped and thought quietly.

Its IQ has reached a certain level, but its thinking logic is still a little bit weak, and it can’t keep up with human routines. If you are a human, you naturally know who you are, what your name is, and what you do. But in the concept of the snail traveler, I probably never thought about the question of who I am.

It knows what golden trees it likes to eat, it knows that smaller bugs are small bugs, and it knows to look for that thing, but it doesn’t know who it is, and it hasn’t thought about it.

“I’m……”

“I’m……”

“I’m……”

The snail traveler fell into entanglement and remained silent, only the active wave showed its thoughts fluctuating sharply.

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

Perhaps The next moment, there will be a snail who knows how to think about 100,000 reasons.

moment.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.

Finally, on the big snail, the chaotic active wave receded, and a clear and firm active wave came: “Go away, little worm.” Then, he moved on without looking back.

After leaving Shen Cong with a speechless expression, four big words popped up on the top of his head: “Dammit!”