Chapter 283 Feeding and Food 8

This is the sixth time she has had a nosebleed since she started practicing space control.

Occasionally, after prolonged use, the brain still hurts.

At such times, Fu An'an would close his eyes and rest for a while.

Until that low dumb bell rang.

It's time to go out to work and eat again.

Fu An'an woke up with a hache, got out of bed and went to line up.

Today's job is to feed the sheep.

Fu An'an did today's task well, followed behind her companion, step by step.

Suddenly, I saw a man running in a panic in front of him, and several people were chasing after him.

The man screamed for help in panic, and the people facing him were either indifferent or curious.

No matter the player or the NPC, no one is willing to stand up and appear extremely indifferent.

Until the mechanical hand in the sky found them, hooked the man up, and punished and warned the group of people who were chasing him.

These warnings are like playing around.

Although these people will not go up for the time being, judging from their posture, it is obvious that they will not let it go.

Fu An'an stood beside him, and faintly heard the people next to him whispering, "Space props, players..."

And that man stood in the crowd in fear, looking at the mechanical hand high in the sky, as if it was his savior.

But a space prop, a thousand players want to compete.

Can these mechanical hands on the top really protect him at all times?

Fu Anan felt that this man might be dangerous.

Sure enough, the seventh day of the game.

The man is dead.

At the window of the fifth cabin, Fu An'an watched as a mechanical hand clamped the neck of the corpse, rose into the air and slowly left.

There will be no punishment for killing people while evading the monitoring of the robot.

Obviously, the players who do this are careful, greedy, vicious, and bold.

This death is like a window to an explosion.

In the following time, every one or two days, someone would die quietly.

In the morning, the body was found by the robot and sent to an unknown place.

This hasn't reached the middle of the game yet, and many players have died by their own hands.

Players are too dense, which virtually increases the difficulty of the game.

The people in the warehouse have faintly formed several circles, new players, old players, new players and old players mixed, and these circles are getting bigger and bigger.

As for the players who did not join the faction, they were either lucky enough not to expose their identities, or they became cannon fodder.

Fu An'an was the former part, still walking alone among the players.

As long as she doesn't admit it, she is an iron NPC!

In order to be absolutely similar, Fu Anan dutifully imitated the words, deeds and living habits of NPCs every day.

She has been out of training for several days.

I eat a lot and move less every day, so that I have gained two or three catties.

Luckily she found something else to kill her time.

Closing her eyes, the space appeared in her mind.

Fu Anan is no longer satisfied with playing with the objects in the space, she shifted her goal to the space itself.

Space itself is a cuboid.

But it has no boundaries, only shapes.

After thinking about this for a long time every day, Fu An'an inexplicably felt that this cuboid was her subconscious concept of space, not that the space itself looked like this.

Maybe she can change the shape of space?

Fu Anan, who does not have any entertainment tools every day and can only lie on the bed to put on fat, challenges the impossible every day.

After relying on feeling and trying a hundred times indiscriminately, Fu Anan really "pulled" the space out of the space with his mind.