Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

After the end of the world, all artificial intelligences went on strike, and agriculture and industry, which originally relied on fully automatic systems, regressed to their most primitive methods.

Food is grown with hands, and clothes are sewed with hands.

Humans, spoiled by artificial intelligence, have long forgotten how to grow crops and how to sew clothes. Many people can't even cook a decent meal.

Because these were the jobs of nanny robots in the past, people were used to having everything provided for them, and used to the indoor temperature always being adjusted to the most comfortable range.

Therefore, late one winter night, when the air conditioner in the room automatically stopped working after sending out the last gust of warm air, many people did not survive that winter.

On the road to escape, humans who had no ability to take care of themselves either starved to death, killed each other, or were eaten by mutated animals and plants.

In recent years, being able to fill one's stomach has become a luxury, let alone such a luxury as eating hot pot in the snow.

They wouldn't even dare to dream of this.

Everyone was sweating while eating, and their lips were swollen from the spicy food, but they were still reluctant to put down their chopsticks, just like Xu Yaling when she first entered the void space.

The snow wolf was eaten clean by them, and not surprisingly, it was all full.

After the meal, Qi An took out a lot of fruits. Everyone in the team said they couldn’t eat anymore, but they still stuffed them into their mouths one after another.

This is a fruit, and some people have almost forgotten what fruit tastes like.

Who knows if the big tree full of fruits is a mutant plant?

If that is the case, it would be hard to say whether they are eating the fruit or the fruit is eating them.

"Is this what the hot pot in my memory tastes like? Oh my god, this is so delicious."

"Burp~ I'll eat another apple. Damn it, even if I die right here, I won't have any regrets."

It was a rare moment of relaxation. Everyone was chatting while touching their bellies. No one questioned Qi An's magic tacitly.

In the last days, no one wants to cause trouble as long as they can stay alive.

Anyway, the stronger Qi An is, the greater the chances of their survival. They wish she was the reincarnation of Long Aotian.

What's more, you should be grateful to the people who feed you.

A young man in the team said with a smile: "Sister Yaling, I will follow you from now on. Just tell me if you have any instructions."

The others glared at the person who had taken the lead, and echoed her, saying that she would be the leader of the team from now on.

Ata curled his lips and said, "Tsk, they were bribed by a hot pot meal and are eager to be your younger brothers. How can these people be so lacking in ambition?"

Qi An glanced speechlessly at his "number one little brother". It was a good thing that this little idiot had been with him since he was born.

Otherwise, with his innocent and simple nature and his brain as big as a walnut kernel, he would have been eaten alive by the heaven or those immortal cultivators long ago.

"They are not attracted by this hot pot, but by the strength I have shown. They think that following me can save their lives. Do you understand?"

Qi An raised his chin slightly, revealing the domineering nature of an ancient beast: "Let that nerd treat them to a hundred hot pot meals. Do you think they will recognize him as their boss?"

In this dangerous end times, the strong are respected.

Ata: “…”Okay, I get it, I’m a retard.

Cheng Song: Please don’t pull me down, thank you.

After eating and drinking, everyone drove out on the road again.

Their car had been destroyed in the pursuit and they had run out of bullets, otherwise they wouldn't have been almost wiped out.

The car they were driving now was driven by the mutants who were chasing them, which just happened to be convenient for them.

Fortunately, the cars manufactured in the past all retained the manual driving system. If they were all intelligent, we would have to embark on a long march on foot.

Many members of the team are former military personnel. The military, relatively speaking, does not rely so much on artificial intelligence, and driving is a necessary skill.

Everyone sitting in the carriage talked about Chen Wei's betrayal and speculated about the reasons for her betrayal.

Qi An did not participate and was not interested in it.

As for the betrayer, she would just kill her directly. She was not interested in knowing why she chose to betray.

Just after driving a few dozen kilometers, a little girl's cry suddenly came from outside the window: "Help, uncle and aunt, open the door quickly, save me..."

Her voice was soft and tender, and sounded like she was only about five or six years old.

On the foggy glass window, a child's hand slapped it, leaving tiny handprints.

The person sitting by the door subconsciously wanted to open the window to check, but Qi An stopped him.

"Don't move, keep driving, don't stop."

Everyone looked carefully and thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What kind of child can catch up with a speeding car and even hang on it and shoot at the windows?

It's icy and snowy outside and it's very dangerous. If it was a normal five or six-year-old child, he would have been frozen to death, starved to death, or eaten by wild beasts. How could he have waited for them to rescue him on the roadside?

In fact, it’s not their fault for being careless. Who would be on guard against a five or six-year-old girl who was crying and shouting “Uncle or aunt, help me”?

What's more, these are former soldiers who take it as their mission to defend their country.

"Look, that little handprint is green, and green water is still flowing down. This person is definitely not a human being." Someone exclaimed.

Seeing that no one opened the door, the green little hands clapped even more urgently. The sound was still so soft and pitiful, but to everyone's ears, it sounded extremely eerie.

Suddenly, it giggled and said, "Uncle and aunt, open the door, I'm so cold, how can you bear to let a cute child die without saving him?"

Cheng Song was somewhat curious about how "cute" it was, so he wiped the mist off the glass and put his face against the window to look down.

In the ice and snow, countless long vines stretched out from the ground and wrapped around the lower part of the car.

The vine was bent and disguised as a child's palm, hitting the car window again and again.

Cheng Song silently pulled his head back and moved towards Qi An.

Of course they can't speak, but the intelligent vines have learned to imitate, using the high-speed vibration of their leaves to simulate the little girl's voice.

Imitation requires examples, and no one wants to know under what circumstances it is learned.

Seeing that no one was trying to help, it gave up its disguise, and its vines stretched into the chassis of the car, twisting into the wheels, trying to lift the entire car body, throw it high into the air, and then drop it heavily.

By then, all the people in the car will be smashed into meat paste, and its roots will penetrate into the flesh and blood, and it will have a good meal.

Unexpectedly, when I tried to lift it, I couldn't move it.

It pulled with all its might, breaking many vines, but the truck remained motionless, as if a mountain was pressing on it.

It was able to easily toss a car three times bigger than this into the sky.

Ata held back his laughter and said, "Little mutant vine, if you can beat Boss Qi to the sky, you will be the demon king."

Just as Ivy was feeling confused and angry, the truck suddenly stopped with an emergency brake, the window opened a little, and a woman's hand stretched out.

The vine was extremely excited, and the tip immediately stabbed towards the hand, trying to suck her dry.

Tsk, stupid human female.

The next second, the slender white hand grabbed its tentacles like lightning.

The vines froze for a moment, then tried hard to drill into her flesh.