As Shang Jianyao was still pondering the meaning of the last sentence, Jiang Baimian quickly wrote:
"None of us felt anything unusual, but the chip detected something wrong, which means..."
She didn't finish writing, gracefully put away the paper and pen, and continued to support her chin, gazing adoringly at Qiao Chu's profile.
Shang Jianyao withdrew his gaze, guessing at a possible reason, but not knowing what he could do, or how to do it, because it seemed like some force was preventing him from delving deeper into the thought, from thinking about where the problem came from, where it lay, making him vaguely unwilling to break some beautiful image as a result.
The source of this force was not external, but originated from within his heart.
The world is already so difficult, why not let oneself be intoxicated in a beautiful dream?
Bang!
Under Qiao Chu's direction, the jeep passed through the gaps between multiple blue-black vines, inevitably hitting and scraping against some of them.
These plants with reddish thorns slid across the glass window, leaving countless, extremely fine scratches.
Shang Jianyao, who was searching for countermeasures on the surface of his mind, subconsciously looked over, and in the dim and gloomy environment, saw his own silhouette reflected on the window.
His heart stirred, and his eyes suddenly became deep and dark, as he prepared to use the "Sentimentalist" ability on himself.
If it worked, he would immediately become sentimental, and his actions would deviate from the pre-set logic after being affected.
For example, being unable to tolerate Jiang Baimian, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong also staring at Qiao Chu, he would retreat in advance and demand to leave, or he would have to make things clear in this dangerous situation...
And when this abnormality occurred, the situation would change, and whether the change was good or bad, it would expose some problems, helping Shang Jianyao return to "reality."
After a few seconds, Shang Jianyao's eyes returned to normal.
He looked down at his hands, and then looked at himself reflected in the car window, shaking his head slightly.
His attempt had failed.
"Sentimentalist" seemed to be different from "Reasoning Clown", unable to affect oneself through this simple, mirror-gazing method.
Shang Jianyao withdrew his gaze and began to think seriously again, while Qiao Chu focused on directing Bai Chen through this swamp filled with terrifying vines, unable to spare any attention.
Suddenly, the corner of Shang Jianyao's mouth twitched, and he curled it up slightly.
In this oppressive and gloomy environment, he smiled like a mental patient.
Ten seconds later, Shang Jianyao's expression returned to normal.
He frowned slightly, thinking about it, and his eyes gradually brightened.
He looked at himself reflected in the car window again, muttering:
"Jiang Baimian has long legs, and I have long legs..."
Jiang Baimian turned her head upon hearing this, her face full of confusion.
She raised her hand and touched the metal cochlea on her left ear, gesturing that she hadn't heard clearly.
Shang Jianyao ignored her, continuing to mutter to himself:
"Jiang Baimian is very powerful, and I am also very powerful..."
Qiao Chu heard Shang Jianyao's words, but on the one hand, he had to distinguish the distribution of the vines, the road conditions, and the various details of the swamp, leaving him unable to concentrate, and on the other hand, he felt that it didn't sound like there was any problem, like an envious concubine privately slandering a favored person.
Long Yuehong also looked at Shang Jianyao, not understanding what he was going to do.
Since he didn't understand the situation, he definitely didn't have the idea of exposing the secret and protecting Qiao Chu.
Shang Jianyao looked at himself on the car window glass, his eyes becoming more and more profound:
"So?"
The next second, he answered himself:
"We are the same."
The expression on Shang Jianyao's face quickly changed, twisting slightly, as if trying to suppress something.
"What was he saying just now?" Jiang Baimian asked Long Yuehong while looking at Shang Jianyao.
"He said you have long legs, and he has long legs, you are powerful, and he is powerful, so you are the same," Long Yuehong repeated the important points.
Jiang Baimian subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to reply, but then closed it again.
After a few seconds, she laughed and said to Shang Jianyao:
"Is that interesting to you?"
Seeing that none of the four-person team thought there was any big problem with Shang Jianyao's words just now, and they were openly discussing it there, Qiao Chu, who was already unable to concentrate, paid even less attention to this little episode.
At this moment, Shang Jianyao lifted his butt off the seat, leaned forward abruptly, and grabbed Qiao Chu's shoulder.
Qiao Chu subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull out the "United 202" from the holster on his waist, but he found that his right hand couldn't be lifted at all.
It wasn't because he didn't have the strength, nor was it because Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulder, causing his joint to be locked, but because he couldn't make this action at all, as if he had never possessed this function.
Qiao Chu's back was immediately drenched in a layer of cold sweat, and he instinctively turned his head, looking at Shang Jianyao in the back row:
"What are you going to do?"
Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulder tightly with a fiery gaze, and a crazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:
"I'm going to fuck you!"
Jiang Baimian's mouth was slightly open, not knowing whether to scold, laugh, or stop him.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who didn't understand the situation, were both surprised and confused at this moment, as if they were witnessing a celestial being descending, no, a demon descending.
Qiao Chu's expression twisted, but his face didn't turn red, as if he had encountered too many similar situations.
Subtle ripples suddenly arose in his golden eyes.
While desperately resisting the force of Shang Jianyao dragging him to the back row, Qiao Chu turned his head to the side and said gently to Bai Chen:
"Give him a toy."
Bai Chen didn't understand, and habitually stepped on the brakes.
She opened the glove box blankly and took out a few pieces of paper and a ballpoint pen.
At this time, Shang Jianyao was already a little impatient, and suddenly changed the position of his hands.
His left hand pinched Qiao Chu's neck, and his right hand formed a fist, about to smash it towards the area below the other person's ear, trying to stun him and disintegrate all resistance.
Almost at the same time, Qiao Chu's body became extremely soft, like a huge, humanoid python.
With a contraction and a swing, his neck escaped from Shang Jianyao's grasp in a bizarre way, appearing slippery.
Immediately afterwards, he said in a gentle voice, extremely quickly:
"Isn't drawing good?"
Shang Jianyao's movements stopped instantly, and his expression revealed an undisguised look of doubt and confusion.
He then looked at Bai Chen, took the paper and pen from her hand, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious.
After receiving the paper and pen, Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to sit down and start drawing on his lap.
He looked very focused, and the whole person was extremely quiet, like a child immersed in his hobby.
Seeing this, Qiao Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced around with a cold gaze, and smiled without any warmth:
"So there are still Awakened among you.
"Unfortunately, so am I."
His hands had returned to normal, and his right hand was gripping the handle of the "United 202".
This was his own pistol.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Qiao Chu gave up the idea of shooting Shang Jianyao, and smiled slightly:
"Praise my mercy and tolerance, you will still be useful next.
"I don't accept your infatuation, but I can understand it, there was even a horse that chased me for more than a hundred kilometers."
Jiang Baimian listened with great interest, and sincerely praised:
"That's amazing."
"That's amazing," Shang Jianyao repeated Jiang Baimian's words while drawing without even looking up.
Jiang Baimian then inquired:
"Where are you from?"
"Where are you from?" Shang Jianyao repeated again.
Jiang Baimian couldn't help but glare at him, thought for a few seconds, and said with a "heh":
"I have breasts, you don't."
Shang Jianyao was about to repeat, when his expression suddenly became confused again.
After a few seconds of silence, he refocused and quietly continued to draw.
At this time, Qiao Chu had sat up straight and answered Jiang Baimian's question in a deep voice:
"That's not something you should know."
"I understand," Jiang Baimian wasn't offended and smiled sweetly.
Qiao Chu turned to look at Bai Chen, who had already stepped on the brakes:
"Continue."
Bai Chen had no objections and, under Qiao Chu's direction, traveled through the vine "forest" in the depths of the swamp again.
During this process, Shang Jianyao was drawing all the time until he finished a piece of work.
Then, he seemed to break free from a dream, looking at the childish doodle with a surprised look.
He raised his head, looked at the back of Qiao Chu's head, and remained silent without saying a word.
As time passed second by second, his state became similar to Long Yuehong and the others again.
However, he didn't forget to fold the drawing in his hand and put it in his pocket.
Jiang Baimian tried to peek at what he had drawn, but was unsuccessful.
After traveling for a few more hours, a group of mosquitoes the size of fingers with dark red heads suddenly flew out from between the blue-black and reddish vines.
"Unlucky..." Upon seeing this, Qiao Chu couldn't help but curse, and Bai Chen's body also instinctively tensed up.
One group, two groups, three groups, more and more giant mosquitoes flew out from between different vines, a dark mass.
These ferocious mosquitoes with dark red heads gathered together, like a black mist spreading over, densely packed, blocking the sky, blocking every gap.
In such a scene, they seemed like an army from hell, or a curse from the Old World.
"Close the windows and rush over!" Qiao Chu issued the order in a deep voice.
ps: Seeking recommendation tickets~