The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Zhenren Liuxia, Song Lin and He Lang set off to explore number F for the second time.

To be precise, it's the underground of Exploration F.

This trip is more interesting.Although in terms of strength, He Lang should be the best, but in fact, he still prepared the most things for Song Lin.No way, who made He Lang actually a "dead man" who doesn't need to eat, drink, or even breathe, and the real Liuxia who is completely inedible?After all the calculations, it turned out that Song Lin had to eat, drink, and drink, and he had to breathe.

Although riding the flying sword of Master Liuxia, you can go back and forth quickly, which saves time compared to the high-speed rail.But because the area defined by the expert team on the map is very large, it may take a lot of time for the three people who went to the scene to find the real entrance, so just in case, it is better to prepare some daily supplies for Song Lin.

He Lang even found a set of professional diving equipment for Song Lin to use for diving when the cave was filled with water during the flood season.However, the diving suit, mask and flippers alone weigh a few kilograms, and after adding other miscellaneous items and oxygen tanks, the total weight can reach dozens of kilograms.Song Lin glanced at it, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to help me dive, or are you going to let me sink to the bottom because of the weight?"

He Lang held the oxygen cylinder weighing more than ten kilograms, and replied with the corner of his mouth hooked: "This is a professional."

"Don't worry about it." Song Lin said coldly, "I can pop the air bubbles myself, so I don't need these messy things."

He Lang had done diving in missions before, and he felt that it would be impossible not to bring this.But he didn't want to directly refute Song Lin at this time, so he took a step back and said, "Well, you put it in your Qiankun bag, and leave it alone if you don't need it, is that okay?"

Song Lin glanced at him: "...No."

Well, He Lang has nothing to say.This time it wasn't that he was driving, he couldn't even fit it in the car by himself, so he had to pay more attention to Song Lin himself.

After getting things ready, the three of them set off at night, riding the sword of Immortal Liuxia all the way to No. F.

Just like last time on Yuan Chengbing's sword, He Lang and Song Lin had nothing else to do, so they chatted again.

"Hey, don't tell me, the magic weapon of the real person is really better than Yuan Chengbing's." He Lang commented, "Basically, I don't feel any bumps, and the speed is very stable. If I didn't look down at the vast land and look at With the movement of these scenes, I almost thought I was standing still."

Before Song Lin could speak, Master Liu Xia turned around and said, "You say that, do you want to have a sense of 'speed'?"

What is "sense of speed"?

To put it simply, it is the feeling of pushing back, wind speed, and appropriate bumps.At such a high place, with such a fast actual speed, basically anyone who wants to experience the sense of speed for himself is courting death.

The high-altitude wind can directly blow people to death.

So He Lang immediately refused: "No need, the real person is polite."

Master Liu Xia was just chatting with these two young people. Hearing this, he smiled, turned his head and continued to concentrate on "driving".

He Lang asked Song Lin to continue talking: "By the way, what are you going to do if you find the same thing as in the deep underground laboratory last time? Draw those strange pictures like last time?"

Song Lin glanced at him: "Strange painting?"

"I mean, your formation." He Lang asked, "Speaking of which, you haven't said it yet, what is the use of the formation drawn at that time? People in Jiangbei should have seen it later, right? It feels like nothing is moving."

"That thing should not be easily moved. Even if they suspect that someone has moved it, they will not change it unless necessary." Song Lin said, "And didn't Yan Shaojun say that he 'cleaned' our traces? You You should trust the skills of your players."

"I didn't say I don't trust it. From a purely scientific point of view, I absolutely trust it." He Lang replied, "But isn't the thing we have to face now unscientific?... Oh, no, you think' Magic is 'science'."

Song Lin said: "There is nothing unscientific about magic."

"Okay." He Lang didn't want to get entangled with him on this topic, arguing with a scholar in his professional field is beyond his control, "Hey? Wait, are you avoiding the most important question? gone?"

Song Lin glanced at him: "Do you know what this is for?"

"I don't even know what it's useful for, how can I tell you what I can do." He Lang said, "And I've already asked, can't you just give me an accurate answer?"

Song Lin didn't respond.

"Tsk tsk, could it be that there is something inside that is hidden from me?" He Lang said, "For example, Julie's supernatural power..."

Song Lin could only reply: "You think too much."

"It's just a chat, why are you so indifferent?" He Lang smiled, "Then let's change the subject. Didn't you say before that if Wang Zian doesn't leave the detention center, nothing major will happen for the time being?"

Song Lin responded lightly.

"Then you said that if she leaves the detention center..."

On a night illuminated by the bright moon, cold light flashed across the night, and the faint voice of chatting on the sword disappeared in the wind.

By the time the first designated spot was reached, the first rays of sunlight had crossed the horizon.

The three immediately started working - looking for the cave entrance.

The first is to roughly scan the two red circles to confirm that there are no obvious entrances and exits.In theory, this job should be simple and fast, but when summer comes, the plants are lush.The abundant vegetation covers almost all the ground and mountains, and it is impossible to confirm without approaching or pushing away.So the three of them strolled around in mid-air, and after confirming that there was no big hole that could be seen at a glance, they took out the detection equipment from the Qiankun bag and began to search for it initially.

When it comes to searching, in many cases, we have to deal with the tall vegetation before we can actually walk up and the machine can really play a role.So once it lands, the speed of work becomes very slow.

From sunrise to when the sun was hanging in the sky, at noon, the confirmation work was only a small half of a red circle.

Song Lin originally wanted to continue working while eating a sandwich, but He Lang disagreed and forced him to sit down and eat.He also asked him to take out a small iron pot to boil water, eat while drinking, and take a rest by the way.

But this time the water heating was not like the previous camping, where a fire made of dry wood was used to boil the water, and Xia Hong, a fire-type supernatural being, was not present, so... He Lang did it himself.

However, He Lang usually opened and closed in battle, and he could quickly master even the first-time magic, but when it came to trivial matters such as boiling water and ice water, he showed a little clumsiness.For example, the fire was too fierce at once, and the rapidly boiling water rolled up, and most of it was sprinkled on the man's hands; another example, the method of rapidly reducing the temperature of the water was not very skilled, and accidentally frozen the boiling water that was only slightly cooled.

Although it should just be that I don't do this kind of thing very often, and I'm not used to using magic power such as fire elements and rapid cooling, so it will be difficult to do it at the beginning.But it was rare for Song Lin to see his little setbacks in these matters, so he was quite happy watching.

The young man was sitting next to him, drinking the cold water he had prepared in his Qiankun bag before, and watching the man start the third time of boiling water, he twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly: "Do you want me to help?"

If Song Lin did this by himself, it would really take less than 3 minutes.

He Lang refused: "No, you eat yours, I'll do it."

"……Fine."

So the young man continued to eat sandwiches with the man's "performance", no, the man's water boiling activity.When He Lang finally handed him warm water of a suitable temperature, Song Lin swallowed the last mouthful of the sandwich.

The young man took the water handed over by the man, remained silent for a second, and questioned: "Is this temperature... necessary? I have cold water. Besides, even if you really want warm water, after you boil the water, just add the cold water I brought into it. Is that enough?"

"..." The man squinted his eyes and said forcefully, "It's all done, what are you talking about, shut up and drink water!"

Song Lin glanced at him meaningfully, and finally began to drink his own water quietly.

At nine o'clock in the evening, He Lang stopped the search work.

"What do you want to do?" Song Lin, who had only had dinner for two hours, deliberately shone the light of the flashlight on He Lang's face, "It's only nine o'clock, so why don't you end the search?"

"Nine o'clock?" He Lang squinted his eyes subconsciously, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you forget that we flew here overnight, and then immediately launched a search, and have been working continuously for more than twelve hours? Are you an iron fighter?" Is it right, Master Song?"

The real Liuxia who was called back said: "I am 'Iron Fighter'."

"The real person is free to move about. I can't control what you do." He Lang waved his hand, and then continued to speak to Song Lin, "As for you, shut up and rest."

He paused, and then said: "You won't be able to rest for long, and it dawns early in this season. Finding the entrance is the real beginning of everything, and it is correct to allocate your energy reasonably."

Song Lin was speechless for several seconds: "...I can hold on."

"Master Song, you are the only one here who still needs to eat, drink and sleep, don't make trouble." He Lang stood beside a small open space in the middle of the forest with his arms folded, "Hurry up, tent."

Song Lin looked at him silently.A few seconds later, He Lang just raised an eyebrow at him, didn't say a word, didn't move at all, obviously decided to spend time with Song Lin.

——This is already the most gentle way He Lang used to deal with disobedient players.

After a while, Song Lin finally decided to give in.But he also felt that He Lang's standing still, waiting for him to move was really annoying, so he took out the folding tent and forced it to He Lang.

He Lang glanced down and raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"If you want me to sleep, then help me make the bed." Song Lin replied calmly, "Whoever makes the decision shall bear the responsibility."

"I'm afraid you're not a cripple." He Lang sneered, but he finally took over the tent and fixed it up.Then he glanced at Song Lin who was standing beside him with empty hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to spread the pillow and quilt for you, Master Song?"

There was a bit of mockery in this tone. If he wanted to change another team member, he might have sensed his secret threat, so he would accept it obediently.But Song Lin doesn't want to accept this. In essence, Song Lin can completely ignore any "threats" from He Lang.

So Song Lin took out the pillow and quilt, and threw it to the man: "Excuse me, Commander He Da."

He Lang was covered with pillows and quilts, and he let out a low "Fuck", but he helped Song Lin to make them up—to be precise, he threw the pillows and quilts into the tent, and it was over.

Then the man clapped his hands and stood up: "Can I rest now, Master Song? Do you want any special services to enjoy the feeling of being at home?"

Song Lin glanced at him, without saying anything, approached the tent and prepared to get in.

He Lang was about to walk away, took two steps, paused, then turned around and said, "I'm nearby."

He knew that Song Lin was very vigilant, and often slept lightly, only when the most trusted person was by his side could he rest more deeply.Of course, these trusted people may not be able to completely keep him safe.As long as it can be guaranteed that he will not be killed by one blow, he can basically meet the standard of being able to help the night watch.

The young man had already got into the tent. Hearing this, he glanced at him, and then quickly closed the zipper.

He Lang lightly kicked the door of the tent, sneered, "It's a debt collection thing."

[The author has something to say: chat on the sword hehehe]