I live in a desert island property

But now I can't control so much, the three of them are the peak combat power of the earth, this battle must be won!

As a light-speed weapon, the laser has a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. As long as it is aimed at, there is no possibility of dodging.

"I hope I don't use this weapon, otherwise the price will be too high." Zhong Yunlong sighed in his heart, feeling that the preparations are indeed sufficient, "Once the laser weapon is used, the background will be less, next year's funds That's the problem. The Coalition has to find some excuse to cut spending."

"You can't fight for it, ask for more, our family has a big business here, and even our subordinates need money to take the train. How can we do things without money?" Sun Minghan picked up a whip and said.

His real ability is shadow manipulation, but he is good at using whip weapons to paralyze the enemy.

"The Anomalous Investigation Bureau is big enough. If it gets bigger, won't it become a coalition government?"

"Besides, if the organization is big, Parkinson's syndrome is unavoidable. I always feel that the group of people below is a group of pig brains. They want to do it themselves, but how much can one person do?"

Zhong Yunlong pointed to his brain: "If it wasn't for providing fuel for the fire of the soul, you think I want to sit in this position."

"Now the daily troubles are endless, but it is the best fuel for the fire of the soul."

"Your method is quite mysterious, and I'm already thinking of switching to the fire of the soul." Thor, the old white man on the other side, "My current innate talent, the power of thunder and lightning, seems to have come to an end, and I can't make any more progress. .If you can switch to the fire of the soul, maybe there will be another opportunity."

Zhong Yunlong laughed: "There is a priority in learning, and there is a specialization in art. If you are willing to switch to the fire of the soul, I will naturally teach you all."

"Let's go, let's go meet that mysterious man for a while! After we find him, we'll do the courtesy first and then the soldiers, and don't rush to do it."

As a top genius who can create his own stunts and stand out from billions of people, Zhong Yunlong naturally has an extraordinary innate talent, "Fortune and misfortune depend on each other", this talent has allowed him to go through a lot of difficult times.

Therefore, he is also a top divination expert.

Unprecedented smoothness - West, Iron Pancheng.

Zhong Yunlong froze in place, sweating profusely: "Isn't this Lao Zhang's hometown?"

"I always feel that he is standing there arrogantly, deliberately asking us to do divination?"

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"Let me just say that objective strength is the basis for exerting subjective initiative. You still don't believe it." Zhang Ming beat Ms. Calabash violently in his dream, and he felt completely refreshed.

Although Ms. Hulu's mouth is not very honest, she said "human beings, let you know my learning ability", but the actual operation is a mess.

Give her a master with 2000 attributes, "invincible" and "dream ability".

That really couldn't beat the combination of the five great masters, and they were beaten violently within minutes.

In particular, these five great masters were all under the control of Zhang Ming.

This "dream fighting cricket" lasted for several hours, simulating the fighting situation under various conditions, and finally ended with Zhang Ming deliberately letting her win.

Dai Hulu stayed there motionless, Zhang Ming couldn't help flicking his fingers: "Why didn't you say a word?"

She said faintly: [Oh, I always feel a little vain, not as innocent as before. 】

【Obviously a rookie in fighting, but still looking forward to victory, and even a little bit happy after being deliberately handed over. 】

[Is this the kind of deep human flavor? 】

"This is not just a human flavor, it is a common problem of intelligent creatures all over the world. If there is no desire to win, they will soon be eliminated in the process of survival." Zhang Ming said meaningfully, "This is not a fight. According to human terms, This is called having a cordial and friendly conversation, enhancing mutual understanding and fully exchanging views."

"Okay, we should have arrived at our destination, right? It's time to get off the bus, let me show you my hometown!"

[Someone is divining our information. 】

"Just let them do divination, it's not harmful anyway."

Zhang Ming woke up from the dream and yawned, the speed of the train was slowly decreasing.

Finally, it stopped at a slightly old railway station.

Tiepan East Station, here we come.

This used to be where my parents lived.

During the time of the great earthquake a long time ago, Tiepan City, located inland, was the most livable and safest place, and it also had coal and steel deposits.

For a long time, the administrative center of the Great Xia Kingdom was here, and its function was no different from that of the capital.

However, time has passed, and a hundred years have passed. After all, Tiepan City is not an important place for transportation, nor does it have any special supernatural resources. The situation on the earth is gradually stabilizing, and it will naturally fall back to its proper position.

The administrative center of the Great Xia Kingdom has long been relocated to a larger city. Economic development is the most important thing in human civilization. Compared with objective laws, administrative power is really not worth mentioning.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, Zhang Ming got out of the car with the crowd, experiencing this ancient city full of the sense of time passing.

The infrastructure built in the past, such as train stations, roads, railways, etc., also looks a bit old, and the walls are stained with a color like tea, but fortunately these buildings can still be used.

The sycamore trees on the side of the road grow wantonly, covering the sky and the sun, bringing a touch of coolness to the midsummer.

Here you can even find buildings from 150 years ago, some air-raid shelters designed to avoid disasters, as well as earthquake-resistant buildings, canals, dams, artificial lakes, etc. left behind by the "Suiren Project".

"In the past, there was a city called Beiping, which was our cultural and political capital." Zhang Ming explained, "But now, Beiping has long been submerged by sea water, leaving only a few small islands in the Taihang Mountains .”

"The traces of the old era are really getting less and less, but it's normal. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. There should still be some cultural capitals left. I'll take you to see them when the time comes."

"Actually, this is not my real hometown..."

"However, for me, home is where I have my family."

Time seems to slow down at this moment, the sun is gradually moving towards the west, and the shadow is stretched obliquely, Zhang Ming is on the way home in a leisurely manner, as if he is returning home from school one day, carrying his heavy schoolbag .

Occasionally, young men and women will pass by the roadside, laughing and chatting about anecdotes around them.

The universities that had moved here did not move along with them, so Tiepan City gradually became a city with education as its main industry.

Even during the summer vacation, there were still many students who did not leave school.

However, the days of Qingwu Feiyang are indeed far away. No matter how shameless Zhang Ming is, he will never return to his school days. He took off the invisibility cloak and transformed into his original appearance.

He also found that he had forgotten his way home, or in other words, he didn't know where his home was at all.

"Excuse me, where is the largest cemetery here?" Zhang Ming casually found an old man playing chess by the roadside and asked.

"That's the mountain in front. It may be more than ten miles away. Take bus No. 122 to get there."

"Thank you."

A distance of more than ten miles is nothing to Zhang Ming's footsteps.

This is not the season for worshiping and sweeping graves, and there are not many people in the cemetery.

Zhang Ming bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums, and soon found his relative's grave. Looking at the familiar words on it, memories of the past flooded back.

Withered flowers, withered leaves, under the torrent of time, some things seem to have never appeared.

After all, there is no afterlife in the world, but people always hope for an afterlife to appease the fear of death.

Zhang Ming put the flowers in front of the grave, and said quietly: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"I'm doing well now... I should be happy in the future."

Zhang Ming felt that he was a person who was not good at expressing himself. Even though he had thousands of words, he couldn't say a single word at this moment. Everything was stuck in his throat and swallowed into his stomach.

"A lot of stories happened, and I met a lot of interesting friends."

He mourned for a few minutes, took a deep breath, and then introduced his companions with a smile, including Miss Calabash floating beside him.

"This is a kid who likes role-playing, she should be with me for a long time."

After chattering for half an hour, he turned and left.

Even though he has many ways to find his so-called "home", such as finding a local to ask for directions, or buying a map or something.

But after all, I don't want others to know that I don't even know where my home is.

That complicated mood was like the weather in summer, which changed as soon as it was said. There was a soft "bang" and a thunderstorm suddenly fell. Zhang Ming was caught off guard and was drenched by the heavy rain.

So he simply walked in the rain, sighing: "I originally wanted to walk back slowly from the southeast, but the human government was in a hurry. Once I got involved with the government, I lost the leisure and elegance."

"It seems to be good now."

"People, you have to accept reality."

He can only rely on his own spiritual sense, wandering around the city, no matter where he goes.

As the heavy rain fell, pedestrians on the road took shelter from the rain, and the accumulated water on the street looked like transparent mirrors.

The lights of the street lamps glowed pale yellow on a cloudy and rainy day. Suddenly, two children, a boy and a girl, jumped off the bus and welcomed the heavy rain with laughter.

The boy is just an ordinary boy, a little older, about 10 years old, and has not lost his childlike age; the girl is just an ordinary girl, seven or eight years old, with a pair of ponytails unique to that age. Wearing a pair of delicate black leather shoes.

She stepped on the stagnant water with her right foot and retracted. After a while, I took off my cherished little leather shoes, and stepped on the water with bare feet in the stagnant water.

The boy sighed, he didn't know what he was cursing, he held up an umbrella for her, and walked on the side of the road. But soon, unable to resist the temptation to tread water, he also took off his shoes and began to trample vigorously, forgetting his mother's warning long ago.