Many bearded people are drunk. In 1984, they can finally leave this dark place, see the blue sky and white clouds that haunt them, and finally return to the embrace of their mother civilization. How many eighty-four years do you have in your life?
When I think about it, I can't help but want to cry.
As for Gondor, who had a hint of ambition in his heart, he finally stopped talking nonsense.
He was thinking about the hero treatment he would receive after returning to the main civilization! Not only do you have to fight for a position of power for yourself, but you also have to fight for better treatment for a whole bunch of people. With 12,000 direct descendants in your hands, how much can you accomplish!
This admiral, who is known for his strength, prudence, and wisdom, rarely showed a beaming expression.
Then...he was a little tired again.
Really, so tired!
"You guys have good food and drink. I'll go back to the room and pack my luggage." Zhang Ming said hello to the group of Honggang people, picked up the dog's kennel, and returned to the room.
"As you please!" Gondor also knew this extraordinary person, so he didn't make too many twists and turns and just greeted him casually.
"Brother Hao, you and Xiaobai sleep together. Even if something goes wrong in my room, don't come in."
"Ah woo! (Okay, even if our throats are broken by screaming, we won't come in.)" Xiaobai called out.
After all, he is the grandson of Shimama, and Xiaobai has some spiritual language abilities after practicing.
"I'm screaming, but you still have to come in and take a look..." Zhang Ming cursed and returned to his room to calm down his slightly uneasy mood.
He had a magical premonition that with the completion of the final seal, the Demon God [Long-cherished Wish] would not give up!
Today is its last chance!
"If you don't come today, the seal will be completed, but not a trace of power will be able to penetrate it."
"But I won't say a word today, and I won't scold you anymore. Let's just say goodbye quietly. [Long-cherished Wish] Sister, thank you for your hard work. I have never seen such a funny devil who is dedicated to entertaining me."
Zhang Ming packed some luggage in a good mood. During the entire 84 years, apart from killing monsters and exploring, he only had to study. He almost learned all the forging skills and weapon techniques of the Honggang people!
With the ability to "split the soul" and split the soul body to transform items, he is like a master forger!
"So I have to bring a lot of luggage this time. Tools such as hammers and pliers need to be handy. These old guys have already used them. Bring these parts, so that I don't have to knock them out myself. ”
"Bring these books...bring them with you too. You can read them when you're bored. I've been sleeping on this bed for so many years and I'll bring them with me. Forget it, bring them all!"
Zhang Ming is a nostalgic person, and he accidentally moved everything in the room.
Presumably Honggangren wouldn't care about this thing, and even wished he would bring more.
Then, he lay quietly on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room, and closed his eyes.
Only a trace of powerful and mysterious thunder and lightning lingered deep between his eyebrows, protecting his soul.
[Lightning Control·Alienation] After long-term use, I finally achieved 100% control and a mental value of 12,300.
Immediately afterwards, there was no further progress.
Zhang Ming always felt that this purple current still had a lot of room for improvement. Because through the blessing of "Burning Soul", Zidian can be strengthened.
But no matter Zhang Ming's efforts, Zidian can only break through the inherent limit in the "burning soul" state.
Once the "burning soul" is cancelled, the realm will fall again.
Regarding this, he really had no good solution. In the end, it can only be summed up that a person's wisdom is too limited, he does not even have anyone to discuss and communicate with, and some things are too difficult to explore.
After a while, Zhang Ming fell into sleep.
As expected, he finally fell into that mysterious dream.
The purple electric current in his mind seemed to sense something, amplified suddenly, and automatically turned into a sharp sword in his hand.
…
It was still that space filled with mysterious gray fog, a blazing dark red flame, standing high in the sky, emitting a vast and majestic light.
Zhang Ming raised his head.
The flames flickered brightly and darkly, as if all the secrets in his body had been revealed.
However, compared with the beginning, the majesty and mystery of this flame were actually greatly reduced.
This is because the abyssal seal is constantly improving, and the power of [Long-cherished Wish] is difficult to pass on. From this perspective, the wish-making demon is not omnipotent.
"Gah!" Zhang Ming screamed in a good mood, "Gah quack!"
[Long-cherished wish], you are here, long time no see!
The dark red flame trembled a few times reflexively, thinking that Lao Zhang was going to be weird again.
But obviously, after Lao Zhang screamed a few times, he stopped moving.
(Alas, I won’t talk to you today. The greeting just now is my parting gift. We will never see you again.)
Lao Zhang thought to himself, and then lay bored in the mist, playing with the purple lightning in his hand like pulling a piece of plasticine.
[Hello, this is my long-cherished wish, and I can fulfill your wish. Do you really have no wishes? 】
Zhang Ming was indifferent.
The dark red flame returned to its original state and tried to ask: [Maybe tomorrow, we will say goodbye and you will lose the opportunity to make a wish. 】
[Or maybe, after tens of millions of years, we can meet again. 】
Are you threatening me, Lao Zhang? Yes, one day you will be able to travel to this part of the world, but my dead ashes, Lao Zhang, are all gone, so you can resurrect me if you are angry.
Zhang Ming felt a little funny and continued to play with the lightning wrapped around his fingers.
[Actually, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m just a product of rules that fulfill wishes. As long as you are rigorous enough when making wishes, the probability of accidents is very low. 】
[I don’t have clear good intentions or bad intentions, it’s just that my way of thinking is different from normal life. 】
"Gah!" Zhang Ming shouted.
[The trading rules of the Judgment Scale are a strict order and are beyond my control. 】
Obviously, in the last dream, [Long-cherished Wish] became anxious, and Balabala said a lot of things, trying to make Lao Zhang make a wish.
It really can't miss this anchor object!
【You can even make a wish to never see me again! No matter what you wish for, you can do it! 】
Zhang Ming crossed his legs, played with his lightning, and happily watched the performance of [Long-cherished Wish].
Never see you again... This is too exaggerated. Do you know how long forever is? Compared with "eternal", Ge Liheng's number is zero. Pang Jiale's return can restart infinitely. The variables of eternity are too great, and I can't make this wish.
Your [Long-cherished Wish] Demon God can crush me, Lao Zhang, to death with a hair on his leg!
Although I, Lao Zhang, often scolded you before, making you doubt your life, but I didn’t mean it...
I'm really scared!
The red flame kept beating. As time passed by, Zhang Ming was about to wake up from his dream. Suddenly, [Long-cherished Wish] started beating.
[Since you are unwilling to make a wish, then I can only find a way on my own. 】
The red flame suddenly jumped onto the huge scale of judgment, and countless gears began to rotate, making a "clattering" sound. One end of the huge scale slowly tipped down, as if something like magma was flowing.
Immediately afterwards, [Long-cherished Wish] did something unknown, and with the pull of the lever and chain, the balance slowly returned to balance. Countless gibberish filled this space.
"Can you still do this? Make a wish for yourself?!" Zhang Ming was stunned, his scalp numb, and he struck with the lightning in his hand.
"Pa" the dream was torn apart by lightning, dissipating quickly like a soap bubble shattering.
Zhang Ming jumped up from the bed suddenly, his pupils dilated and he was breathing heavily.
There was a subtle dizziness in my mind, as if there were worms crawling through my mind, forming strange text marks. He used lightning to clear away these strange symbols and fell into deep thought.
"[Long-cherished Wish] I made a certain wish for myself. Even if I destroy the dream, I may not be able to hinder its transaction ritual..."
"What does it want to do? What kind of operation does it take to make a wish for yourself?"
"It may pay a relatively high price, otherwise it would have made a wish for itself long ago, and there is no need to make this choice last."
"In addition, crossing the world domain...such a long distance, the power will inevitably be greatly weakened, but there is no need to worry too much."
Having said that, a demon god secretly covets him, and this pressure is not something that normal people can bear. Cold sweat can't help but break out from Zhang Ming's forehead, and it drips down one by one.
Zhang Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have scolded it so fiercely."
"But if I had to choose again, I would still be vicious and evil."
But how should I put this matter...
Regardless of whether you scold it or not, [Long-cherished Wishes]’s evil intentions will last for a long time, and it may still take the same actions.
In addition, the joy of insulting a demon god is really addictive. The experience is so unique that Lao Zhang can't stop it and can't refuse it.
Think about it, he is obviously a Da Luo Jinxian, but he was severely insulted by a mortal, but this Da Luo Jinxian can only endure it, and then repeat the sentence "What is your wish" when the anger level is full?
The regret in Zhang Ming's heart was that he didn't scold him more fiercely.
Even if it was the last day, he should still have a few words of yin and yang.
Raising land,
Zhang Ming frowned, sensing a cold force brewing in the room.
He simply closed his eyes and used his sixth sense to perceive the world.
There was something nearby, making a sharp sound, like metal scraping against a blackboard, which made people feel vaguely uncomfortable.
"I'm just afraid. If it can do anything to me, why wait until now?" Zhang Ming comforted himself.
Suddenly!
The world has changed.
This is no longer the familiar bedroom, but an endless dark space.
Nameless mist rises.
Zhang Ming broke out in cold sweat, turned his head suddenly, and found a small gourd the size of a fist, slowly emerging from a mirror like ripples of water.
Red light overflows!
(End of chapter)
