Alien space

The vines receded, and all the outside scenes came into his eyes.

All the bone beasts have disappeared, leaving only ashes on the ground. The tall and dense forest in the past is extremely dilapidated, with broken branches and leaves, and the root system is completely destroyed.

The wind is blowing sharply, clearly it is summer, but it is full of chill, the bone spurs deep in the soil layer glow with a cold yellow light, they are straight and sharp, they are the remnants of the bones under the feet.

The flaming tattoos on Yan's body had subsided, and he stepped forward. The wind blew his black hair, and his heroic eyebrows were like sharp swords out of their sheaths.

The green vine horse receded as if it had melted, without a trace.

The ashes covered the ground for several miles, and it was difficult to walk an inch. No matter which direction you turned, you would step on the ashes.

Yan stepped on it with a calm expression, and came forward steadily.

In this world, the trampled bones are not a big deal.

Among them, Sheng's wounds and blood were particularly eye-catching.

Yan said: "Finally in the southeast, Qing, you first bring your voice to heal your wounds."

Qing put her right palm on her heart, lowered her head to command: "Yes."

Qingjia wanted to leave, but she also wanted to ask Chen Jianchu to come with her.

Sunny glared at him.

The voice was silent.

Yan said: "You go first, he can just follow me."

Yan personally promised, but there is no objection in his voice.

After Qing and Sheng left.

Yan's eyes fell on Chen Jianchu.

The boy lowered his eyelids and was in a mess. He didn't look like he was injured, and it was true. He was indeed not seriously injured, they were just flesh wounds.

"Apply medicine to the wound first."

Chen Jianchu saw the medicine bottle handed over to him, and he raised his eyes to look at Yan.

Yan's eyes are soft and pure without any impurities.

He was already handsome, and his smile was like a breeze blowing away dark clouds.

Chen Jianchu reached out to take the medicine bottle.

Only he himself knew that the flesh and blood on his knees had stuck to the fabric, and every tear was painful, but he knew that this injury was nothing more than one thousandth of the noise.

Qingzheng reported to Yan: "There are more than [-] polar bone beasts that invaded this time, all of them have been wiped out, half of the territory has been destroyed, and more than [-] people have been injured..."

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trauma to the alien race, Yan Shi directly killed them, quickly dealt with the extremely bone beasts, and minimized losses.

Chen Jianchu's eyes moved around the field.

"Master Chief."

"Master Chief."

"Master Chief."

All the clansmen in the past were extremely respectful to Yan, and the honorific titles they gave one after another were full of trust and sustenance.

The bony spurs almost became a forest, which was spectacular.

They are collecting these bone spurs, there are a lot of them, but they can't help them with their extremely high efficiency and extremely fast collection speed.

Chen Jianchu tried to pull out one, just like a mayfly shaking a tree, it couldn't shake the bone spur that was deeply rooted in the soil.

The texture of the bone spur was like jade, cold and moist, but the edges and corners at the edge were particularly sharp, with just a light rubbing of the fingertips, the flesh was cut, and blood beads burst out instantly.

The gap in strength widened once again.

There was nothing he could do to help, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

After Yan finished dealing with the matter, he walked towards the depressed boy.

"Did today scare you?"

The young man asked in a low voice.

Chen Jianchu shook his head.

Yan: "Does the wound still hurt?"

Chen Jianchu: "It doesn't hurt."

The young man has a dull temper, so he can't talk much about it.

Chen Jianchu followed Yan's footsteps, walked to the new camp, and joined the sound.

night.

The quiet forest is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

In the new room in the new location, Sheng was already sound asleep.

Chen Jianchu didn't feel sleepy at all. Hearing the continuous singing of cicadas outside, he couldn't help feeling a little irritable. He began to feel that the room was cramped and suffocating, and he longed for the vastness outside.

wrong.

He rarely does this.

It was as if something had been luring him out.

Chen Jianchu sat up from the bed, he turned his head to look at Xiang Sheng, saw that the other party was still fast asleep, and got out of bed.

He pushed open the door, and although the moonlight did not come in, the shadows were faint.

A cool breeze blew, and stroked the broken hair on the forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead, which made people more sober.

Chen Jianchu stared at the forest shrouded in darkness. The dandelion wall lamp hanging on the wall was detachable. He took it off gently, carried it outside, and did not forget to close the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Chen Jianchu entered the darkness, the only light was the simple fluorescent lamp in his hand, which was his lighting lamp.

It was quiet all around, the annoying chirping of cicadas disappeared, only the sound left by the passing breeze.

Chen Jianchu looked around and chose a direction based on his intuition.

All was silent, except for the rustling of trampling weeds and the occasional chirping of insects.

Chen Jianchu walked a long way with the lamp, only to see a figure standing against the tree in front of him.

After approaching, with the help of the weak light, Chen Jianchu could clearly see the person coming.

--clear.

Qing slightly raised her eyelids, her silvery white eyelashes fluttered like elves, her irises were blue and clear.

Chen Jianchu stopped and watched him quietly.

No questioning.

Seeing him coming, Qing stood up straight with folded arms.

"Come alone, are you not afraid of what I will do to you?"

Chen Jianchu was not interested in having too much communication with him.

"looking for me?"

Qing strode up to him and looked down at him: "I can help you with what you are thinking about."

In an instant.

Four eyes facing each other.

"prove."

Chen Jianchu said.

Based on just one side of the story, he certainly couldn't believe that the other party really knew what he was thinking.

"I can ask Yan to hand you over to Mo, and he will teach you martial arts and give you weapons."

Sunny's answer was positive.

"condition?"

Obviously, Qing has a disdainful attitude towards him, and there is no reason to take the initiative to help him.

"I want you to stay away from the sound."

Sunny said.

The weak are always a stumbling block.

"I promise you."

Chen Jianchu hardly hesitated.

Fortunately, the sound is still in his illusion, otherwise that fool would be sad when he heard this sentence.

This outsider is indifferent, selfish and ruthless.

Sunny thought.

In order to avoid Yan's refusal, Chen Jianchu took the initiative to go to see Yan with Qing.

When he sent Qing and Chen Jianchu away, he was still a little dazed.

It seemed that he couldn't quite understand why the two people who were at war with each other yesterday came together today.

If Qing didn't allow him to follow because of his injuries, he wouldn't have come to see him off.

Mysterious and mysterious.

Since he is not allowed to follow, then he can just eavesdrop.

Of course, he had to avoid Qing, lest he be caught.

Yan is not in the tribe most of the time.

Therefore, in order not to run away, Qing let the voice pass through in advance.

After listening to Qing's request, Yan's eyes fell on Chen Jianchu immediately.

"Do you think so too?"

Chen Jianchu: "Yes."

Yan thought for a while, and finally agreed.

It's not that he hasn't considered this matter, but without supernatural powers, no matter how many martial arts skills he learns, it's useless.

He didn't want to frustrate the boy's self-motivation.

Perhaps, talk is better than nothing.

Suddenly, Yan remembered something.

He said, "Do you know how the name is translated?"

That day, Chen Jianchu couldn't answer Sheng's question, but later, Sheng deliberately taught him better, and with his own good comprehension, he knew how to translate in a short time.

He hardly had any contact with people, and the people he came into contact with in daily life were nothing more than Sheng, so naturally no one asked his name.

"Chen Jianchu."

Comparing his name with that of a foreign race, it is obviously a bit lengthy, which further highlights that he is an outsider and is out of place.

"Can I call you Chu?"

Yan asked.

This name is quite intimate, and Chen Jianchu is not used to it, but the other party probably wanted to simplify the name, so he mentioned it this way.

He has nothing to say no to.

"This." I don't know where Yan took out the coat, he handed it to Chen Jianchu, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your coat, I haven't found a chance to return it to you, I washed it, it's very clean."

Chen Jianchu had long forgotten about the coat.

The coat in his hand exudes a refreshing smell, like the sun.

Mo's residence is located on the edge of the tribe, and the house is backed by a large forest. In addition, his activity area occupies a much larger area than other people.

Mo was a muscular middle-aged man with bulging muscles. After hearing his appeal, he took the two of them to Qicang without saying a word.

It is difficult for aliens to manipulate their abilities in their infancy, so they will use tools to boost their abilities, and they will not abandon the tools until they can fully use their abilities.

Therefore, people who are about the same age as Chen Jianchu have long since stopped using utensils, and he is considered No.1.

Chen Jianchu finally chose a bow.

Mo said, "Have you chosen?"

Chen Jianchu plucked the bowstring and responded in a low voice.

Mo: "Bows and arrows are quite suitable for you. You don't have special abilities, so you are not suitable for melee combat. Far-range attack is also a good way, but..."

Chen Jianchu looked up at him.

Mo walked around in the weapon warehouse, pulled out two daggers from the wall and put them in Chen Jianchu's hands.

"To avoid being helpless in emergencies, you have to prepare the equipment for close combat."

Chen Jianchu turned the double blades over, the blades of the dagger reflected a faint cold light, clearly reflecting his face.

He wiped the blade lightly with his finger, and the pulp of his finger was cut quickly, blood flowed out from a shallow opening, the sharpness of the dagger was extremely high.

"it is good."

Chen Jianchu inserted the dagger into the sheath, and the two collided with a clang.

Mo said, "When do you want to start?"

If it were someone else, Mo would have been training on the spot.

The boy is different, he is just an ordinary person, no matter how hard he develops his skills, he can't shake anything.

It's good that he has this kind of heart, but that's all there is to it.

"Now."

Chen Jianchu said.

Mo was surprised: "Now?"

Chen Jianchu: "Yes."

Sunny couldn't help but look at him more.

Standing directly in front of Chen Jianchu, about five meters away, there was a gentle breeze, the leaves fluttered down, and the butterfly flapped its beautifully patterned wings at low altitude.

After Mo adjusted Chen Jianchu's bow-holding gesture, he demonstrated an arrow and hit the bull's-eye.

Chen Jianchu could tell that the shot was not careless, but at least it was very casual. He hardly predicted the position, direction, and resistance. He drew the arrow and shot the bow.

Five meters, in fact, this is a very short distance.

He is a beginner, so naturally it is impossible to give him too far away, because he may not even be able to hit a five-meter target.

Chen Jianchu held the bow in his hand, put the arrow on the string, fixed his eyes on the bull's-eye, and focused all his attention on it.

Whoosh-!

Unfortunately, the first arrow not only failed to hit the bull's-eye, it didn't even hit the target at all, and the plane crashed halfway.

This result was completely within Mo's expectations.

He wanted to step forward and enlighten the frustrated teenager.

Chen Jianchu didn't give him a chance, and the arrow missed. He quickly drew out a new arrow, put it on the bowstring, aimed at the target, and released the arrow with great momentum.

porphyr——!

The arrow landed firmly on the bull's-eye, the shaft of the arrow kept shaking, and the standing target under the force also trembled.

Before Mo could say anything, Chen Jianchu's next arrow had already been shot, and he shot the first arrow in a row before stopping.

His arms were trembling due to excessive force, exceeding the limit, even if he tried his best to restrain his arms, he couldn't stop the trembling.

The soreness of the muscles surged up.

With less than ten, he exhausted all the strength of his arms, and it was difficult to move any more.

The bow and arrow are more difficult to control than imagined, and it takes some physical strength to draw the bow.

Except for the first arrow, all the arrows shot by Chen Jianchu hit the bull's-eye.

If hitting two or three times can be called luck, but hitting eight in a row, it is difficult to sum it up as luck, not to mention that Chen Jianchu has never done similar sports.

Mo stepped forward and pulled Chen Jianchu's numb arm, and massaged him properly with strength.

He said: "Eight hits in a row is already very good. You are just starting, so don't be so anxious. Sometimes reaching the limit is not a good thing."

Mo didn't help Chen Jianchu rub his arm blindly. He was very skillful. After a while, Chen Jianchu's sore arm healed a lot, and he could draw the bow and shoot the arrow again.

As soon as the strength of his arm recovered, the first thing Chen Jianchu did was to draw his bow.

Mo didn't stop him, just stood aside and watched.

"He has a good comprehension, and he quickly grasped what I only said once, and used it independently."

Sun cannot deny this.

"So what? He doesn't have supernatural powers. If he encounters an ethnic group, can he resist it?"

Mo was silent.

He agreed with Qing's words in his heart.

If one day, the ethnic group invaded and the situation was serious, no one would care about Chen Jianchu at all.

Pity.

If only he had powers.

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