I live in a desert island property

Zhang Ming opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely, and let out an "ah" in his throat. My mind was overwhelmed, as if it had been viciously gouged by an awl.

Immediately afterwards, he bit the tip of his tongue again, only to realize that the sun outside the window was hanging in the west, emitting orange-red light, and the familiar environment brought him a subtle sense of security.

A group of partners were watching him curiously in the bedroom.

He was like a dying fish, with his mouth open and his palm stretched forward with difficulty, feeling the scorching heat from the real world.

Zhang Ming breathed heavily, his clothes drenched in cold sweat, and he couldn't even tell whether the brief scene just happened was a hallucination.

"A dream? Or a real attack?!"

"What's the matter with you? You fell to the ground with a 'dong' sound! You were scared to death, and it was Xiaobai who moved you into the bedroom." Shi Mama cursed angrily, "Why are young people so useless? .”

Finding that there was nothing exciting to watch, Gululu rolled away, wailing all the way, "Why doesn't the gourd accept my wish? Why?"

Little Gourd: […]

Zhang Ming checked the attribute panel, and all the attributes have not been reduced.

Including the "source" that was consumed after using 10 times Burning Soul just now, and now it is back again.

"It's just a dream? Is it close to a real dream..."

Zhang Ming recalled the scene he had just experienced, his pupils were still dilated, and he felt deeply afraid. He felt that this matter was not that simple. The long fishing line seemed to extend to an endless space and time, which was another levels of strength.

But he seems to have forcibly escaped through "Splitting Soul"?

"Something is pretending to be a ghost... Forget it, it's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided."

Lao Zhang cursed and went to the deck to bask in the sun.

He looked relaxed on the surface, but his heart was still beating wildly.

Today's scene lingered in his mind, and he had a faint feeling that he might be under some kind of extremely vicious curse.

A curse at the level of a demon god!

"Did [long-cherished wish] do it? No, it's impossible... [long-cherished wish] has been sealed, and its power is difficult to penetrate."

Zhang Ming cast his eyes on the little gourd, "Could it be that it did it? Does it have this ability?"

At least from the current observation, the little gourd has no other abilities other than invincible defense.

The power transmitted by the fishing line in the dream just now is too powerful, it is definitely at the level of a demon god.

As an extraordinary person, Zhang Ming had almost no power to resist. In just a short moment, his soul was hooked away.

"The things in the dream are not necessarily accurate, and they may not be demon gods, but some kind of hallucinations."

"The power of the unknown demon god...why did it stare at me? Could it be the little gourd... But according to Bai Ze's observation, it didn't lie that day, it just came here, waited quietly for me to die, and then helped me I collect the corpse..."

The discrimination of lies left by the divine beast "Ting Ting" is almost absolute, and only a demon god who has the "rules of lying" can avoid the penetration of Ting Ting's power.

Zhang Ming didn't think that this miraculous gourd can avoid the detection of the power of listening.

"What's going on then?"

The only Demon God that Zhang Ming offends at the moment is "Long Wish". The feeling of being suddenly targeted by another Demon God is really too bad.

Thinking of this, people are numb. Where did the luck against the sky come from, meeting demon gods one after another?

So he could only find the old Mr. Bai Ze, who was a little more reliable, and told him about it.

Bai Ze was sleeping soundly, when something like this happened suddenly, the flames in his pupils flickered, and after a long while, he analyzed: "I think, besides teleporting the gourd, [long-cherished wish] has also prepared another aftermath. hand."

"It may have reached a deal with another demon god who intends to take away your soul directly. As for the remaining supernatural remains, the gourd will collect the corpses. What a trick!"

Zhang Ming nodded: "I agree with me, what should I do next?"

"There's no way." Bai Ze sighed, "According to your description, the demon first made you panic through the loopholes in your childhood memory."

"As long as you panic in your heart, you will be anchored by it, and then hook your soul away. It's just that you escaped through some kind of technique... Unless there are no memory loopholes in your life cycle, then it can't do anything to you gone."

This... there is no way to fight against it!

Although Zhang Ming has the ability of "memory library", he can organize memories.

But this life has been frightening for a long time. Once the memory is deleted on a large scale, can he still maintain normal thinking?

In other words, this ability is almost unsolvable?

Bai Ze smiled wryly and said, "Do you think that the power of the demon god is so terrifying, otherwise wouldn't it be everyone killing the gods?"

"I can only pray to that demon god, who is far away from us, and the power he can exert is limited."

"It's really difficult for people to fight against demon gods... It's very difficult."

It suddenly remembered something: "I have something, the hair of the divine beast 'Nine-Colored Deer', which can protect the soul, and I give it to you now."

"But you can't take it lightly. The power of the beast is not comparable to the real demon god after all. And the time has passed too long, and the remaining power is less than one in ten."

Zhang Ming cheered up, this old guy has quite a lot of good things on hand, much better than Shi Mama!

"As for the gourd, the power of listening has been exhausted, and it is difficult to tell whether it is telling the truth or lying."

"It claims that it will not take the initiative to harm you, but there are some indirect things, and it is not a lie."

"You, watch out for gourds."

Zhang Ming was silent for a long time, then took a hair full of energy, wrapped it in a small sachet, and hung it on his chest.

Nine-colored deer, according to legend, can distinguish between good and evil, a very just divine beast.

But even the body of the Nine-Colored Deer was killed by the Demon God. The power of a single hair is too limited, and it can only be said that nothing is better than nothing.

He looked at the blue sky and sighed, "Oh, that's the only way to go. Soldiers will block you, and water will cover you with earth."

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Time passed in a hurry again, and three months of calm passed in a blink of an eye.

Strangely, Zhang Ming did not suffer the second attack.

For the little white turtle, life now is a hundred times better and more comfortable than in the abyss!

It is a lively but patient tortoise. Its biggest goal is to surpass its ancestors and "Xuanwu". This is its ultimate goal in coming to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods!

Every morning at four o'clock, the first thing I do when I wake up is to see if the old comrade Hao is dead.

After confirming that brother Hao was still panting in the nest, it let out a long sigh of relief, got out of the room door, and started cleaning.

It remembered that at the beginning, it was cleaned with Brother Hao on the wooden sailboat, but now it is the only turtle left. Time is always so ruthless, and it never wants to stop for a moment.

No, now there is a very beautiful gourd on the boat, floating in mid-air, as if admiring its cleaning.

【Excuse me, what are you doing? 】The gourd monster who knows nothing but knows a little bit suddenly raised a question.

Xiao Bai was taken aback, after all, he was a genius.

It thought from the bottom of its heart that the voice of the gourd was quite pleasant, no matter what race it was, everyone thought its voice was very pleasant.

From the perspective of hostility, the "red eyeball" is the most hostile to this gourd, and also the most fearful of it. Bai Ze's fear of the demon god has long been engraved in his bones.

Its old maid, Shi Mama, wanted to make wishes to the gourd all day long, so that the gourd ignored it; as for Emperor Zhang, he was in a half-mad state. A serious mental illness—some kind of curse it couldn't understand anyway.

(Sweeping, mopping, public places!) Xiaobai responded.

【Can I sweep and mop the floor? 】

(Of course you can, please feel free to do so.) Xiaobai thought Hulu was going to clean up for him, and cheered in his heart. This new ship has so many rooms and several floors, it is very tiring to clean!

Multiple helpers are naturally the best.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the guy remained motionless, and then it realized that the gourd was waiting for itself to make a wish.

Xiaobai suddenly had a sliver of understanding, a heart that wanted to be a teacher, eager to try. It said: (If I don't make a wish, just use declarative sentences, are you not willing to work?)

[No, I just don't have the strength to move the mop, and I'm hesitating what I should do. 】

[Actually, you don’t have to worry, wishing is just a mechanism for my behavior, and you don’t need to pay any price. ] Little Calabash said seriously.

Teacher Xiaobai, who graduated with a Ph.D., quickly understood what the so-called "behavioral driving mechanism" was.

Just like a tortoise needs to eat when it is hungry, and sleeps when it is sleepy.

"Hungry" and "sleepy" are the driving mechanism of a behavior.

It turns out that the driving mechanism of this gourd is actually "making a wish"!

The world is really big, full of wonders, no wonder the patriarch said it has no soul, and it is motionless without other people's wishes.

So it demonstrated the steps of cleaning itself.

The hard-working tortoise uses his own thoughts to remotely control the mop and broom, and the cleaning speed is quite fast.

(This is called sweeping and mopping the floor. Clean the dust on the floor, otherwise the floor will be dirty. But you should push yourself and find a way to do something by yourself, otherwise your... Hulusheng will be too boring. You can’t really Waiting for Zhang Ming to die? It may take a long time, and of course the curse may strike soon.)

【It's really not my fault that he got sick, it has nothing to do with me...】

Hulu said with some frustration: [Of course, I can understand your distrust, and I also understand that you hate me. But my rules are like this, the deal reached with the trial balance is mandatory, I can only stay here and complete my task. 】

[I have no malice towards you. 】