Chapter 282 Feeding and Food 7

  Fu Anan couldn't stand it anymore.

   Stay away from the shop and the few diners who ate this.

  There are two shops at the end, and there are animal sounds and stench faintly coming from the door.

  Probably a worse place.

  Fu Anan gave up exploring, and doesn't really want to eat meat today.

  However, at this time, Fu An'an suddenly discovered that there were no vegetarian food sellers on the whole street.

   There may be one or two vegetable leaves, but they are just embellishments for the meat.

  Fu Anan looked around and decided to change to something lighter.

  A cup of fragrant stew smells very good, but when she saw the stewed pigeon meat in it, it reminded her of the three squeaks she saw before.

  It's a bit of a psychological shadow.

   But you must finish eating after ordering.

   Fu Anan glanced at the sky, quietly reached out, and took the soup into his own space.

  Bai Ling's original movements suddenly overturned today, the alarm above her head suddenly sounded, and two robotic hands surrounded her.

   Before Fu Anan could react, he was lifted into the air by the grabber.

   Immediately afterwards, she was sent into a square machine, which contained various equipment that could only be used for anatomy in an operating room.

  Fu An'an's body tensed up immediately, looking at the machine nervously.

   Today is only the third day, what did she do to be so unlucky?

   There is a projector in front of the machine, and above it is a ceramic cup with brown patterns.

  A beam of light scanned from the top of Fu Anan's head to his feet, as if looking for where to start the operation.

  Fu Anan reacted quickly and reached out to take the empty ceramic cup out of the space.

   Drip!

  Seeing the ceramic cup, the machine’s red alarm light turns green, and the robot lifts up the ceramic cup to put Fu An down.

   Fu Anan was let go. Although it was a false alarm, her back was already wet with sweat.

  The machines took her away just now because they thought they ate the ceramic cup together?

  Thinking of how they were about to operate just now, Fu Anan frowned uncontrollably—

   Are these machines too mentally retarded?

   Or do the people who set up these machines think they are retarded?

   And down there, everything these machines do seems like they've become commonplace. Except for a small number of players who watched secretly, the NPC's reaction was too normal.

   Looking at these, Fu Anan couldn't help but feel something weird.

  —

   Realizing that the game might not be as she imagined, Fu Anan became more careful in her subsequent actions.

  The fourth day of the game, pass it safely.

  The fifth day of the game, spend it safely.

  Due to the unprecedented proportion of players, more and more players exposed their identities and formed groups of all sizes.

  On the sixth day of the game, Fu Anan finally unscrewed the second screw.

  A thick and long iron rod was perfectly obtained, and Fu Anan stored it in his own space.

  In the past two days, she has not been idle except for screwing. After spending a lot of time resting, Fu Anan began to study her own space.

   At the very beginning, the use of space props restricted her thinking.

  Spatial ability is entirely her ability, and she can control it.

   Like now.

  A ball of pigeon soup without a container is floating in the air, like a water polo. This was the result of Fu An'an's training for two or three days and using his mind to control it.

  Manipulate it to any position you want it to go, and change it into any number and shape.

   Not just pigeon soup, but other incoming objects can also be controlled.

  Fu An'an concentrated on practicing for a long time, until her nose felt warm and sticky, she touched it with her hands—

   Nosebleed again.

  (end of this chapter)