I live in the wilderness of interstellar live broadcast

It was evening when I woke up from the dream.

The system is extremely accurate in this aspect, not bad for 96 hours and one second.

The dream and the reality are perfectly split into two irrelevant parts. The pain, darkness and despair in the dream leave no traces in the reality. When Qi Guang opened his eyes, he still didn't know where he was. Some parts seem to be wrong.

In the evening, if the fireplace is not lit in the room, it will be pitch black. Qi Guang sits up and looks around, and his vision reflects a completely different scene from the past.

The world in the dark is colorful.

If you have seen the picture taken by the thermal imaging camera, it is almost the scene that Qi Guang sees with his eyes now.

——The color blocks of different shades are painted on the black base cloth, perhaps because the heat will radiate outwards, the outline of the color blocks is not clear, but it can also be distinguished that this is a table and chair, that is a water cup and bowl, and a fireplace The orange-red color at the center is bright, spreading out like a translucent mist.

If the color blocks he saw really represented the temperature, then the fireplace should have been lit not long ago, and there was still some residual heat.

There is still room temperature.

He was in a coma for four days, and who lit the fireplace?

Qi Guang maintained his sitting posture, quietly pinching the quilt tightly.

His heart beat two beats faster, and his back shivered as if the wind had blown it.

Qi Guang didn't expect that he had just evolved and didn't even have a chance to practice, and he was about to start actual combat.

What's more, he didn't expect that the defense device that he spent a lot of points could not stop the foreign intruders - here he condemned the system that sold fake and shoddy goods in his heart.

The presence of invaders meant not only the battle to come, but also the damage already done.

Qi Guang looked around the house again, only the fireplace was still warm in the cold room, he didn't see the heat source he was looking for.

Big hair is gone.

The chicken he raised with a spoonful of mushy meat disappeared. Qi Guang clearly remembered that when he locked Da Mao in the chicken coop before he evolved, the little chicken chirped at him obediently and cutely, using fluffy little Rubbing against his hand.

Now it's gone.

Qi Guang pursed his lips, and his mood fluctuated slightly, showing that the superimposition of the two evolutionary gift packages had partially repaired his broken mood.

He lay down again, breathing lightly.

The furnishings in the house have changed, indicating that the intruder did not just come and leave, but stayed in his house.The residual heat from the fireplace was dying, it was going to be dark—he would be waiting for the intruder soon.

Although this matter is more frightening than having an intruder.

Someone came into his house while he was in an evolutionary coma.

That person eats, drinks and lives in his house, and probably sleeps next to him at night, as comfortable as in his own home.And he lost consciousness and was slaughtered by others, and now he is not sure if anything happened when he was unconscious.

Qi Guang held his breath to prevent himself from overdoing it, closed his eyes and focused on listening to the sounds outside the house.

Now he can understand why human beings can't escape the pursuit of zombies no matter how they hide. When he concentrates on listening, the sound is still as clear as in his ears through the thick earth embryo wall.

That sound was connected with his vision, and when he heard it, the corresponding scene appeared before his eyes.

As the wind blows over the leaves, he immediately knows what shape and size the leaves are, and at what speed the wind is blowing.

An animal jumped from a branch, almost at the same time he knew it was a squirrel jumped from a tree, broke three branches and jumped onto another tree.

The sound of squirrel claws grabbing the tree trunk was as loud as scratching a blackboard.

Very, very loud.

Qi Guang tries to concentrate his sense of hearing in a certain direction, eliminates interfering sounds and only captures fixed sounds.

Zombies should be able to do this in order to chase after the unstoppable breathing and heartbeat of human beings.

After 3 minutes, Qi Guang succeeded.

His body is indeed very suitable for zombie viruses, and he will be able to master various sensory changes soon after evolution.

Qi Guang focused all his attention on the only way in and out of the house, listening to any suspicious signs.

The sound of footsteps was light and unusual.

It seemed to be lighter than the movement of a squirrel jumping from a tree. There was only a small rustling of the branches on the ground, but no sound of breaking.

Qi Guang raised his ears, and the subtle sound of the wind blowing over his body vaguely outlined the outline of the intruder in his head.

Not tall, with a slender figure, with a teenager-like figure, carrying something not too big for a ride on his back, a bit like a kite or a wing shape.

This appearance doesn't seem to have much attack power, but Qi Guang is still vigilant and silently accumulating strength.

He doesn't look like he has any muscles and doesn't look like he's very capable of hitting. In the last days, it's not like he can hit someone's head with a stick and explode.

squeak-

The wooden door of the house was pushed open, and the person who came in lifted the blanket that blocked the wind at the door, and there was a hissing and gasping sound when entering the door, as if it was too cold outside.

The voice is also very young, a clear and clean youthful voice.

The visitor first put down the things brought from outside, Qi Guang smelled the smell of branches, it should be firewood.

Then the fireplace was lit. This person's technique of drilling wood to make fire was very bad. Compared with Qi Guang's proficiency in starting a fire in 3 minutes, it took him almost an hour to light the fire in the fireplace.

Qi Guang patiently closed his eyes and pretended that he was still in a coma, listening to the movement in the room and guessing the intruder's every move.

After the fire was lit, the intruder took his clay pot to boil water, and at the same time he was washing something in the bucket. After a while, the water was only hot, but the intruder poured the hot water into the bowl and carried it away. come over.

coming.

Qi Guang's breathing remained unchanged, but a string was tightly stretched in his heart, and his body was tense like a fully drawn bow, just waiting for the most suitable opportunity to come.

He only had one chance, and only one chance.

The intruder climbed onto the bed, and Qi Guang calculated the distance between them.

One meter, half a meter, twenty centimeters.

Until the slightly wet sheepskin rubbed against his face, the sound of light breathing was close to his ears.

The visitor was unprepared, and when he leaned forward, he exposed his fragile neck to his attack range.

It's now!

Qi Guang jumped up suddenly, grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and pressed his neck with the other hand, turned over and pushed the man down on the bed.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the appearance of the intruder through the faint light of the fireplace.

This is indeed a young boy who looks young, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a short hair on the top of his head that is a little red.

The young man's face was delicate and clean, the kind that would be described as an angel before the end of the world, his eyes widened and his face full of surprise was innocent.

It's a pity that Qi Guang's emotional system has not been repaired enough to respond to his appearance. The good-looking boy is a judgment after rational analysis.

"Who are you?" Sensing that the boy was about to struggle, Qi Guang used his hands and legs together to suppress his movements.

"Xi..." The young man opened his mouth, uttered a monophonic sound and then turned sharply, struggling to make a sound under Qi Guang's ruthless iron hand holding his throat, "Big Mao!"

Qi Guang let go of his hand, and the boy quickly took a breath, and shouted: "I am Da Mao!"

Look at his watery eyes!Is it exactly the same as Da Mao?

Qi Guang squinted his eyes to look at this young man. Those bright and clear blue eyes couldn't match the black bean eyes of his little chick, and the little chicken was covered in white down feathers, and he shouldn't have blond hair when he turned into a human. The red highlights kill Matt.

He didn't believe it.

Although this is indeed a big hair.

Heck, it's Heath.

Stimulated by Qi Guang's sudden fall, Heath entered the molting period ahead of schedule, turning from a chick into a form that is more powerful and convenient to do things.

It just became a bit thorough, and Heath himself couldn't quite recognize it.

Heath smelled suspicion from Qi Guang, and the hand that was holding his neck loosened and then tightened again, strangling his breath.

Heath desperately recalled what only he and the owner knew, which could prove his identity as Da Mao.

But after all, is this the speed and strength that a human species should have? He, a beast species, was suddenly attacked and had no time to react. He struggled as if he was immobilized by some strong shackles.

Heath had tested his fighting power when he became like this. Although he couldn't compare with him before, he wasn't as weak as a human being could be knocked down.

The aura on Qi Guang's body was very dangerous, warning him that his current situation was very bad.

"I..." Heath's voice almost squeezed out of his throat, "There is a small black birthmark on the back of Da Mao's neck, you found it when he was shedding!"

"Me too! It's over here!"

If Qi Guang hadn't told him about this, Heath would not have known about it.

Regardless of whether it is human or bird, the back of the neck is a visual blind spot, and it is impossible to see whether there is any birthmark there.

Qi Guang also remembered this incident, the black birthmark on the nape of Da Mao's neck is very distinctive, it can only be seen when the hair is almost bald, a small triangle with edges and corners, a perfect equilateral that ordinary chicks can't grow.

Heath was brutally pressed by Qi Guang and turned his head away. There was indeed a small black mark on the back of the boy's white neck, which was also a small triangle, with one corner hidden in the hair.

Qi Guang looked at the black mark on the back of the boy's neck, and stretched out his hands to compare.

Because the juvenile is much bigger than the chick, the black patch on the nape of the chick is much smaller on the nape of the juvenile, and because the skin of the chick is pink and tender, The color of the birthmark also looks a bit darker than it is now.

"I'm really a big hair..."

Heath was pressed face down on the bed by Qi Guang, kicking his legs and trying to show that he was innocent and harmless, as cute as a chick.

Qi Guang stared at the boy's neck, which was so fragile that it could be cut off, and let go of it after a few seconds.

While it might sound unreal for a chick to turn into a human (and with wings), it does explain why the defenses you've placed around your house are unresponsive, allowing intruders to come and go as they please.

The intruder did not come in from the outside, but went out from the inside, and his defenses would of course be useless.

Since even system traversal can be achieved, it is also possible that the boy in front of him is his bastard.

In particular, Huaguo is still a country with countless legends of ghosts, goblins, goblins and goblins repaying their favor.

In ancient times, there was a snail girl, but now there is a chicken boy.

It sounds weird to have a saying.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Heath coughed while holding his neck, staring at his eyes after being pinched for too long, with his wings dragging behind him pitifully.

Because of the premature moulting, his wings failed to grow well, only sparse fluff covered the gray periosteum, and the skinny skin made Heath almost cry when he saw it at first sight.

Qi Guang looked down at him, and waited until he was almost coughing, before he said, "Are you wearing my clothes?"

What Heath was wearing was not just his sweater and sheepskin jacket. Due to the size difference, the sleeves were rolled up and the hem of the jacket hung to his knees. He was at least ten centimeters shorter than Qi Guang by visual estimation.

"Because it's cold..." Heath blinked and gasped for breath, then knelt and sat upright on the bed.

He glanced at his wrist, the bone ached badly, the skin was bruised and swollen, forming an obvious grip mark.

A human race, relying on physical strength alone, pinched his wrist and almost broke it.

Heath swallowed, "The story is a bit long... If you don't mind, I can tell you."

Heath wasn't going to hide or lie about his origins, and he had nothing to hide.

Several months of getting along is enough for him to know the character of the young man in front of him.

He is vigilant, cold and suspicious, and has a keen intuition that is not at the level of the human species. Heath swears by his bestial instinct of the ancestral beast species that if he conceals or lies, Yuying will definitely notice.

People who are already vigilant and have difficulty trusting others, but if they are caught cheating and concealing once, they will not have a second chance to gain trust.

Xisike is still thinking about using his fallen flying feathers to build a beautiful nest for Yuying.

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