Corridor on the 9th floor of the hotel.
Lin An held the unconscious Fan Bing with one hand and looked at him thoughtfully.
Fan Bing had already fainted. When the woman wanted to see him take action again, she was knocked unconscious by the roar of the High Nailer when he hatched.
Lin An had been immersed in checking talents and equipment, and Lin An had ignored her.
Heavenly form.
self-mumbling.
A smile appeared on Lin An's face, and he was no longer disappointed.
The advanced talent was so powerful that even he himself was frightened.
He finally understood what perfection meant in talent.
Perfection means that everything you do is skillful.
Therefore, after the talent is upgraded, there is no need to give him any additional skills. He can fully unleash the power of the skills with a single strike in his celestial form.
Except for the lack of system-blessed skill effects, other aspects are only stronger than ordinary skills.
Except for skills above A level, there is really no need to learn other skills.
It seems that there is a high probability that I will go all the way to the bottom of my self-created skills in the future.
It just consumes too much mental energy.
Just like the full-out explosion test just now, although there is no deliberate pursuit of power.
But with the blessing of the celestial form, the damage of the sword net he unleashed was comparable to instant annihilation.
In his perception, the entire residential building was attacked hundreds of times instantly, and each attack point had a chain reaction with the previous attack.
Under the perfect skill simulation, internal resonance was directly formed, completely destroying the entire structure of the residential building.
Not only the building structure, but also the cement and steel bars that make up the residential buildings were destroyed by resonance in an instant.
Of course, an attack of this level corresponds to a huge consumption of mental energy.
Normally turning on the Celestial Form can indeed last for 9 seconds, but I want to burst out with this kind of damage.
One second is enough.
If the time were longer, Lin An would even have the confidence to fight Tier 3.
good mood.
The copy of [Amoeba] that I was worried about before is now much more confident.
Two new trump cards are added, Celestial Form and Soul Key.
If you can't pass the dungeon test even in this way, then the difficulty is too exaggerated.
As for the fourth-level psychic core needed to complete the celestial form, it is a bit troublesome.
In my impression, psychic cores of this level are only found in large war zones.
In a small place like Linjiang War Zone, a third-level node is the highest level.
Before the zombies attack the city, take the time to go to the East China and South China war zones?
Or should we wait until the zombie wave is over?
After pushing open the door of room 909, Lin An threw Fan Bing onto the bed.
It's better to go after the zombie wave is over.
The number of zombies in large war zones is simply not comparable to that of Linjiang. There are hundreds of millions of zombies and millions of mutants at every turn.
If you encounter danger, you'll be in trouble if you can't get back.
Although it is possible to use the Ghost Infant Teleportation Array to travel across thousands of miles, it is still too tight in terms of time.
After making up his mind, Lin An stopped thinking about it and prepared to experiment with what positive emotions were in the human form.
The room was filled with a faint scent of perfume, somewhat similar to the incense burned during religious sacrifices.
The dressing table was filled with bottles and jars, and a triangular bottle of perfume was placed on it.
BACCARAT'S HOLY TEARS?
A very famous perfume brand.
A lot of frankincense and myrrh used for religious sacrifices were added during the preparation.
It wasn't that he was interested in perfume, it was just the smell here that reminded Lin An of the smell in the warehouse at home when he was a child.
In his memory, he only knew that his father left abroad very early and was never heard from again.
An Jingtian's parents once told him that his father probably had an accident while purchasing myrrh in Somalia.
Somewhat sad.
The room was Fan Bing's room. The room he was originally in and the four following rooms were all reduced to rubble during the battle.
The white sheets were covered with clothes. Fan Bing, who was roughly thrown onto the bed, woke up in a daze.
Under the khaki windbreaker is a messy white shirt, with an extra pair of black hot pants on the lower body than before.
The snow-white legs were actually whiter than the sheets in contrast, which made them stand out in the dim room.
"Well--"
Moaning in discomfort.
Fan Bing opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the figure standing beside his bed in a daze.
The voice was confused and uneasy.
"Who are you"
A splitting headache.
Feeling the roar of the second-order mutant up close, it’s good if it doesn’t deafen your eardrums.
The windows of the entire hotel were shattered, letting in a faint light.
Under the moonlight.
Lying on the bed, with her long hair covering her face, she looked like a delicate gray and white scroll.
Lin An didn't make a sound.
He just planned to use Fan Bing to test the effect of absorbing positive emotions.
The remaining survivors in the hotel only have fear for him and basically no positive emotions.
As for Zhang Tie and others, although he has positive emotions, he still wants to test it with outsiders.
Mo Ling and others naturally have a natural affection for him, but it is still unknown whether outsiders can provide him with positive emotions.
Half a moment.
After Fan Bing regained some consciousness, she instinctively tightened her windbreaker, and then looked up in horror at the dark figure beside the bed.
After finding out it was Lin An, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why am I here?"
As if she was absent-minded, she held her head high, her eyes confused and confused.
I was clearly on the rooftop, why did I suddenly return to my room?
Moreover, Lin An is still standing beside his bed?
What is this for?
But there’s nothing to worry about.
If it were anyone else, she would only be worried about whether someone did something while she was unconscious, especially since she was defenseless and disheveled.
But what if it’s Lin An?
Forget it, it will be fine even if you take off your clothes.
She rested her lazy hands on both sides, stretched her legs straight, then tilted her head to look at Lin An, and asked in a daze and stupidly:
To be continued...