Sentinel is not good

The firepower in the camp was fully fired, and it was deafening. It penetrated the yellow fog of sand and dust for a while, allowing Song Jian to hear clearly.

The wind poured into his big skirt, blowing his body.

In this second, Song Jian felt as if he had turned into a huge sand anaconda, an ugly storm monster that was not accepted by others, a half-blind little guy who couldn't survive, he was standing still, and he was devouring the flesh of these people scream.

And the screams of these perpetrators actually made his blood boil.The cruelty of the sentinel has been awakening. From the time when brother's wolf was shot blind, he has constantly had a desire for blood and wounds.

The people at the base were right, the Sentinel was born to fight, and as long as the Sentinel was willing, the body was a weapon.The sand and dust around him slowly fell, and landed on his skin again. The accumulated weight became stronger, constantly waking up his skin sense of touch.He has become a five-sense receiver with no distracting thoughts, no longer against his own sensory experience, he has received all of them, complied with his own nature, stopped the internal friction of himself, and let emotions flow gently and then flow away.

Even, he received a huge sand boa crawling forward against his skin.

They are so huge, with a length of more than ten meters, and a circumference that cannot be hugged by a person, but they are so obedient. When they don't feel emotions and storms, they hide under the sand honestly, and when they feel them, they come out.

Song Jian stretched out his hand, touched the adult body of the sand boa crawling past him, and touched the slime in his hand.What a clever evolution, it is this layer of mucus that protects them, bullets cannot penetrate their skin, and even grenades can only injure them, not kill them.

Can't kill... Song Jian started to breathe again. He held his breath for a long time, and his chest urgently needed supplemental oxygen.He likes this unkillable power, how strong, exuberant, brutal, and insatiable, it makes him breathe easily.They eat forever like they can't get enough to eat, even eat the sand.From more than ten centimeters, it has become such a body shape.

He admired this kind of power, and at the same time longed for it.There was even a moment when he thought the storm creature was right.Humans are used to killing and not used to being killed, so they think they are wrong.But wild beasts also have fears, they just want to live, so they keep looking for food, and when they eat enough, they slowly wait for their bodies to grow.

But what about humans?Human beings have enough sunlight, food, water, cloth, knowledge, and have developed weapons.Sentinels and guides have to go to the battlefield, and weapons will be used up sooner or later. Human beings will always kill each other in order to compete for territory and status, but it is not because of simple hunger, but a desire far more terrifying than monsters.

Human beings will kill again even if they are full.Just to fight for an outpost, so many people died.

War is far more terrifying than these things.Song Jian felt that he was crazy, and he was indeed crazy. The long linen skirt was blown high by the wind, and there were only two poisonous spirits on his body.They slide on themselves, walk with the friction of scales and contraction of muscles, identify the composition of the air with snake letters, and scare sand boas with venom.They are so cute that they have evolved venom in order to survive.

Song Jian walked forward, stroking the sand boa beside him.Sand boa larvae emerged from the sand constantly and went to the camp in groups.They are ready for dinner, Song Jian smiled.

What's wrong with them?They just want to be full.They don't rape women, they don't blow up their own kind.

They're just... hungry.These evildoers can be eaten.

Let's eat, Song Jian continued to walk forward, the gauze mist became thick again, as if the mist was mixed with blood beads, he couldn't see clearly, so he opened the synesthesia with Xiaodiu.

The red figures keep running, but they can't outrun these cute desert killers.Humans have stood at the top of the food chain for so long that they forget how they climbed up. The earth has taught humans a lesson 200 years ago.

Without weapons, human physical strength is nothing compared to real hunters, and humans are not the only masters on the earth.People continued to be sucked into the sand boa's adult body, and after they completely slid into the sand boa's translucent body, they were not even completely dead.

Through that membrane, Song Jian could see the wriggling people inside, but it was useless, the strong acid began to digest them and suck them into the stomach pouch.

Creaking, creaking, the sensitive ears finally heard the sound they wanted, it was the bone being bitten off.This sound is much better than the cries of poor innocent girls.They just died, and it was over in an instant. They were unconscious again, but the girls in the camp...the damage had already been done, and I didn't have time to save them. What would they do with their long lives?

Can they still find someone they like to make a tent?Do you still have the courage to have a baby?Even... Would you still trust men?

When they returned to the camp, would they find their father and brother, charred corpses to protect them?What did they do wrong?

Some are still young, in their teens, who will compensate them in their later life?

No one can compensate, the price is too heavy...the blood flows everywhere, too much, too viscous, it can't be absorbed by the sand for a while, but floats on top of it thinly, like a warm layer film.Song Jian stepped on it, and he stroked the sand boas next to him again, feeling their contraction when they were eating.

And the power grid that these gangsters are proud of has become a high wall that they can't escape.The sand boa senses the electric current, and will cleverly avoid the net wall. The people inside want to escape, and try to climb the net in desperation.

Many corpses were sucked into the power grid, scorched black from the electricity, but did not fall off.

Blood dripped from the top of his head, like a heavy rain in the desert.Song Jian was drenched in blood, turned around resolutely, and headed towards his home.He's going back, and when these people die, there will be a new life. I just hope that Miss Xiaoling will give birth to the child safely.

The screaming behind him hasn't stopped, and it probably won't stop for a while.But Song Jian didn't want to look at it anymore. When these storm creatures were full, they would burrow deep into the ground, sleep for a long, long time, grow vigorously, and wait for the next storm to sweep across the sand and wake them up completely.

After walking for a long time, nearly half a day, Song Jian's soles of his feet were covered with big blood blisters, and the last few days of unsightly fighting exhausted his last physical strength.Before he fell, he saw in the distance a tall white horse running towards him with its mane tossing.

It's Mary... Song Jian didn't want to take a step, the soles of his feet hurt so badly.Mary's figure grew from a young age, and finally became very large in front of him. Song Jian tore off the belt on the skirt, tied a knot on each wrist, as if he had tied himself up, and then turned on the horse, using both hands The rope in the middle was put around Mary's neck, and finally her body lay on the horse's back like a boneless one.

Without the belt, his skirt was blown down by the wind, and the muscles on his shoulders, waist, and legs fluctuated with the bumps of the horse. His tight figure seemed to be integrated with the animals and the desert, completely becoming a part of this place. No clothes needed.

I'm going home, I'm going home... Before Song Jian fainted, he hugged Mary's neck tightly.

During the bumpy journey, Song Jian would sometimes be awakened by the jolt. This posture was very uncomfortable, and it made him a little bit painful, as if he was about to be pulled off. The pain made his body tremble.In the end, he almost fell asleep trembling, and when he woke up again, he had already been carried off the horse.Zhou Yun took Li Han and Yin Sheng to wait at the edge of the camp for a day and a half before Sharma's return.

The horse's back was already stained red, Zhou Yun carefully removed Song Jian from Mary's body.He was exhausted, blood was all over his body, and he couldn't check for injuries for a while.The spiritual thread was inserted from the back of Song Jian's head, deep into the skin and bones, touching the sentinel's brain like a hand that was so tender and distressing.

Once connected with the brain, Zhou Yun checked his mental wall first.It is intact here, which means that the sentinel has not been entered or attacked by other guides, but when Zhou Yun entered the mental scene picked up, something unexpected happened.

Jian's mental image collapsed again, and all the walls he restored with his own hands fell into the sand.The last time an accident happened here, it was because Jian had gone berserk. This time... Zhou Yun didn't notice any signs of madness. He slaughtered the camp in a fully awake state.

So what happened to his picture collapsed?Zhou Yun had never encountered such a situation. The scene should be a place where sentries or guides would spend their lives trying to defend it. Unless stronger people entered here to wreak havoc, there would never be active damage.But when he squatted down and touched the stones with his hands, he was even more convinced that the walls collapsed by himself.

Has a guide entered?Impossible, the spiritual wall I picked up was built by myself, if other guides entered, I couldn't be unaware.But the current situation is really incomprehensible...Zhou Yun first used his mental power to restore the place to its original appearance, propped up the four simple walls to protect the small tent inside.

Xiao Diu and his own snake were on Mary's back. Mary overcame her fear of snake spirits and ran towards her master with a smell of blood all over her body.

"How is he?" Yin Sheng helped Zhou Yun carry Song Jian. When passing by the pack of wolves, many desert wolves came to sniff him curiously.

"He's exhausted, just take a rest." Zhou Yun scanned Song Jian's body, and found no obvious wounds except for the blood.It's just that his thighs and little ones are red and swollen, which is obviously very serious.

The little ones are swollen into little carrots.

The camp hadn't been rebuilt yet, and only wolves were responsible for guarding the edge. They carried Song Jian into the small tent, and Zhou Yun pulled a blanket to cover him first. Unexpectedly, Song Jian woke up with such a light cover.

The way he woke up was similar to that of Li Han, instead of slowly waking up, he woke up with a start, suddenly changed from a lying flat position to a sitting position, his eyes were wide open, and he unconsciously grabbed someone else's hand.

After waking up, Song Jian didn't recognize where it was. His last impression was still in the desert, with blood, a lot of blood... When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was also stunned, but he already knew how to scream Hu's hand carefully touched Zhou Yun's face.

It seemed that after only a few minutes, Brother Little Wolf turned into another person, with unconcealable exhaustion hanging on his face, and his eyes turned deep red.Her hair was simply tied back, and large dark circles protruded from deep-set eye sockets.

"Brother." Song Jian had touched enough, and hugged him, "Brother, I killed them, I killed a lot of people!"

He was very dirty all over, and he was in a hurry to stick to Brother Little Wolf, his fingers and nails were all red.Zhou Yun took his hand and put it in his mouth, rubbed his browbones distressedly, and the tip of his nose slid across his eyelids.The two black mamba snakes slid off Mary's back together, and crawled into the small tent entangled.

"Where is Miss Xiaoling? How is Miss Xiaoling?" Song Jian saw that the people next to him were Yin Sheng and Li Han, "She..."

They didn't take the initiative to mention it to him, and Song Jian didn't dare to ask any more, for fear of hearing the worst news, which would be enough to make him regret his whole life.

"It's already been born, Xiaoyi helped her deliver the baby." Zhou Yun's hand slid across Song Jian's shoulder blades to check whether his bones were bumped or his skin was scratched. "It took a long time to give birth, mother and daughter are safe .”

"Mother and daughter..." Song Jian looked back and forth on the faces of the three people in front of him, from surprise to surprise, smiling as if he had given birth, "Mother and daughter? Is... a girl? She gave birth to a girl? "

"Yes, both of them are girls." Li Han smiled and went to get a brush, planning to wash and groom Mary in a while, "Hurry up and take a shower, let's go and see!"

The author has something to say: Pick up: I rode back with bare buttocks! (proudly akimbo)

Good guy, I locked that chapter for almost a day yesterday and cried.