[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

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Masaka shouted, "Will the car be blown away?"

The tourist said, "I don't know."

Tourists really don't know.To be honest, she didn't have time to think about it too much, and she didn't know how to deal with the sandstorm, it was just her intuition.

In a blink of an eye, the yellow sand swallowed them, the gravel hit the car, smashed the windows, glass, rocks, fine sand, and the hurricane all poured in.The tourist grabbed the iron frame on the base of the rear seat and buried his head deeper.

About ten minutes later, the terrifying whistling sound left.

The tourist got up, coughing violently, and retching. The stones that poured in could not cause any harm to the mental ability user, but the sand that was accidentally inhaled into the nose or eaten into the mouth was different. "Bah, shit, I feel like I ate a mouthful of sand."

Masaka said with a bitter face, "Me too."

"I'm miserable, okay?!" Mark poked his head out from the front seat.Only then did the two see clearly that Mark was almost buried in the sand that could not be piled up because they were sitting in the driver's seat.

The tourist covered his stomach, pointed at him, and burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha, you are too poor, so pitiful."

Masaka laughed unceremoniously, and no one wanted to help him.

Mark opened the car door cursingly, and returned the gift from the desert, "Stop laughing! Let's check the car together to see if it's broken."

"Oh, okay." The tourist jumped out of the car and climbed up to her favorite spot, "Two big holes were smashed on the roof, are you okay?"

Mark said, "It's all right, just enough to pick up water if it rains."

The tourist nodded happily, "It's okay? That's great!"

"Are you stupid?!" Mark yelled unbearably: "There must be something wrong! My car is ruined!"

"Mark." Masaka called out, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

The two stared at him intently, waiting for his next words.

"The water collector is broken."

"What?" Mark suddenly widened his eyes and his pupils shrank.Losing water in the desert is almost equivalent to stepping into the gate of hell with one foot.

The tourists breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just like that.He said nonchalantly: "If it's just water, don't make a fuss. There are quite a lot of strange little animals in the desert. Bloody water is also water."

"Drinking blood?!" Both of them looked at her in shock.

This time it was the tourist's turn to be surprised. Don't shrink back, and shouted again: "Otherwise, what do you think I was drinking before?! Pee, that's too much!"

Two-dimensional plasma drink, not real blood, such a big reaction.The tourist snorted in dissatisfaction, and then added: "Forget it, anyway, there is no choice at that time. If you bother, you can also find plants like cactus, which are very juicy. Or don't you have any backup methods? "

Masaka and Mark shrank aside, whispering, their mouths were blocked by their raised hands, but their eyes glanced at the tourists from time to time.

It's such a simple NPC, you can tell she's talking bad about her at a glance!The tourists folded their hands in front of their chests, puffed up their faces and slandered, and pointed their ears to eavesdrop.

The first half was pretty normal, they were all complaining about her, and the second half was talking about themselves.The more I heard it, the more something was wrong, and I didn't look like the two old hunters at all.The tourists lowered their arms, twitched the corners of their mouths, and looked at them in disbelief, "Hey, aren't you novice hunters?"

"Ah, that's right." Massaka said loudly with some embarrassment: "We took the hunter exam thirteen times, and we only passed it the year before last, and it took us a long time to study."

Then you guys are really good at cooking!

The tourist swallowed the spit, and asked with a headache: "So you two are not experienced ruins exploration teams?"

The two shook their heads in unison.

The tourist put away his slightly startled jaw, "Ah Zhen fell in love with Aqiang, so strong."

Originally, I wanted to be a bastard, and I didn't work hard, and it was over when I got out.Now it seems that they have to consider how to let them survive. If the leading NPC is gone, she will be trapped here.And she quite likes these two npcs, the few normal person settings are just too weak.

The tourist was in a very depressed mood, "Is this the world's test for the protagonist? A new mission? At least give me a hint."

The tourists took a deep breath, put one hand on their hips, pointed at them and said loudly: "From now on, you all have to obey my orders. Whether it's food, water, or sex, I will take care of them one by one!"

Masaka star-eyed, "Miss Tourist is so imposing!"

Mark dissatisfied: "Hey, why should we listen to your command?!"

Masakala stopped him, "We're out of water, and the stored water has broken down a lot."

Mark was shocked, "Really? We obviously saved so much! Are they all gone!"

"The stone that was blown in broke the bottle."

"Idiot." The tourist rolled his eyes to the sky, climbed up on the roof of the car and lay down in disgust, "It's just resources, as long as you live, you will have everything."

Cultivator

"Catch it, catch it!" The tourist smiled and was quite proud, "Haha, I am worthy of being a wise and powerful person, and under my leadership, no difficulties will be a problem!"

"There is really water!" Masaka was also very happy, "Miss Tourist is really smart."

Having said that, it's actually all about Mark.The two of them refused to accept animal blood, and they refused to give up so quickly.The tourists tried hard but failed to convince them. Finally, they had a flash of inspiration and thought of Pam's astonishing amount of water when he was angry.Fortunately, there are really people in the reinforcement department in the team.

The tourist said: "Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Mark."

"Hahaha." Mark laughed loudly, "Leave this kind of trivial matter to me! There can be more, more, more, more, hohohohoho—"

The tourist smiled helplessly.Sure enough, the strengthening department is simple-minded, a bit silly.

The tourist asked: "By the way, do you have a general direction for the location of the ruins?"

Masaka unfolded a parchment scroll, with some vague line markings drawn on it.

Mark retracted his thoughts, pointed to some of the red dots and said, "It's probably here. If not, it's at this, this, and this location." Mark scratched his head embarrassedly, "If there are none, I have to go back first. La."

The tourist complained, "What is this? It's just catching the blind. Forget it, let's look for them one by one. Which one should we start with?"

"This." Masaka pointed to the nearest red dot, "Hurry up a little tomorrow, and we'll be there in the evening."

The tourist nodded, "Rest early, be careful at night."

Masaka said, "Good night."

Mark said unwillingly: "Are you really going to stop thinking about it? People will say that we bully girls!"

The tourists waved their hands and jumped out of the car, and got into the tent set up beside them.Originally, Mark and Masaka slept in a tent, and the tourist lived in a more secure caravan as a girl. However, after the tourist found out that he was carrying two rookies, he demanded an exchange with iron blood. If she dared to deny it, she would do it. destroy.

The tourist turned around and zipped up the tent, sat on the sleeping bag in a different way, closed his eyes, and began to practice meditation.

Since they no longer have to worry about food and water, the time for tourists to practice meditation has been greatly improved.Except for the necessary rest and the occasional small talk, it is her practice time.If you want to talk about why the dead and abandoned house will work hard, it was about a month ago that the tourists suddenly felt that it was time to practice Ning.But what Xiaojie and Qiya in the hunter learned in one night, she spent a whole week but failed to learn, and almost made herself cross-eyed.

Those with insufficient aptitude need to put in dozens of times of effort to barely catch up.Obviously tourists fall into this category.Although very angry, but also had to accept the reality.

It wasn't until dawn and the sun was high that the tourists breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on the sleeping bag exhaustedly, and lay down for a long time before slowly going out to say hello to the two who were washing.

"Morning." Masaka said with a foam in his mouth.

Mark waved her frustrated too.

"Morning." The visitor's face was full of dullness after cultivating immortals.

Masaka spat out foam, "Did Miss Tourist stay up all night again?"

The tourist stopped squeezing the toothpaste, turned his head very slowly, "Only the weak sleep, are you weak?"

The two laughed awkwardly, and after a while Masaka said, "Miss Tourist, pay more attention to rest, I noticed yesterday that you lost two hairs when you combed your hair."

The tourist's expression froze.After a brief panic, I began to think seriously about the relationship between baldness and becoming stronger.It's a business that can make money without losing money.But if you want to have a harem in a different world and have super popularity, you must have beautiful hair.

Kuroro and Hisoka are typical examples. The ones with their hair down and the ones with their heads exposed are not at the same level at all.And suddenly put the two of them together, if you think about it carefully, they really look like a pair of strange brothers who are completely opposite, one with a big back and one with a sky-high head; one is as passionate as fire, and the other is as cold as ice; A mink coat with fruit body; one 1.8 meters seven, one 1.7 meters eight.

Xituan CP was established! !

"Why didn't I think of it before?"

Masaka asked, "What?"

The tourist imagined the images of the two being together, kissing me, shivering with aversion, shaking his head quickly, and throwing those images out, "It's nothing, I just feel bald and stronger, Quite bald." It seems that tomorrow I still have to go to bed early, thinking about something early in the morning.

While the two were chatting, Mark had already washed up, checked the equipment and everything was back to normal, "Put the tent away when you are done, we are going to set off."

"Okay." The tourist responded