I live in a desert island property

Many bearded people are drunk. In 1984, I was finally able to leave this dark and dark place, to see the blue sky and white clouds that linger in my dreams, and finally to return to the embrace of my mother civilization. How many 84 years are there in my life?

Thinking of this made me want to cry.

As for Gondor, who had such a sliver of ambition in his heart, he finally stopped his nonsense.

He was thinking about the heroic treatment he would receive after returning to the main civilization! Not only do you have to fight for power and status for yourself, but you also have to fight for better treatment for a boatload of people. With 12,000 direct descendants in your hands, what a career you can make!

This admiral, known for his strength, prudence, and wisdom, rarely showed a beaming expression.

Then...he was a little tired again.

Really, so tired!

"You guys eat and drink. I'll go back to the room to pack my luggage." Zhang Ming greeted the group of Honggang people, picked up the kennel, and returned to the room.

"Please go ahead!" Gondor also knew this Transcendent, so he didn't make so many detours, so he just greeted him casually.

"Brother Hao, you sleep with Xiaobai. Even if there is any problem in my room, you don't come in."

"Ah! (Okay, we won't come in even if you yell and break your throat.)" Xiao Bai yelled.

After all, he is the grandson of Shimama, and Xiaobai has some abilities in spiritual language after practicing.

"My throat is broken, you still have to come in and take a look..." Zhang Ming cursed, and returned to his room, calming down a little nervous.

He had a miraculous premonition that with the completion of the final seal, the demon god [long-cherished wish] would not let it go!

Today is its last chance!

"If you don't come today, the seal will be completed, but even a little bit of strength won't be able to penetrate it."

"But today I won't say a word, and I won't scold you, so let's bid farewell quietly. [Long-cherished wish] Eldest sister, thank you for your hard work. I have never seen such a funny demon god who is dedicated to entertaining me."

Zhang Ming packed some luggage in a good mood. For the entire 84 years, apart from slashing monsters and exploring, he only had to learn. He almost learned all the forging skills and weapon skills of Honggang people!

With the ability to "crack the soul" and split the soul body to transform items, he seems to be a great master of forging!

"So this time I have to bring quite a lot of luggage. Hammers, pliers and other tools are easy to use. These old guys have used patina. Bring these parts, so I can save myself gone."

"These books... take them with you too, you can read them when you're bored. I've been sleeping on this bed for so many years and take them with you. Forget it, take them all with you!"

Zhang Ming is a nostalgic person, he accidentally removed the things in the room.

Presumably the Honggang people would not care about this thing, and even hoped that he would bring more.

Then, he lay quietly on the only piece of furniture in the room - the bed, and closed his eyes.

Only a powerful and mysterious thunder and lightning lingered deep in the center of his eyebrows, protecting his soul.

[Lightning Control · Alienation] After long-term use, I have finally cultivated to 100% control level and 12300 spiritual value.

Immediately afterwards, there was no further progress.

Zhang Ming always felt that there was still a lot of room for improvement in this purple current. Because through the blessing of "Burning Soul", Zidian can be strengthened.

But no matter how hard Zhang Ming works, Zidian can only break through its inherent limit in the state of "burning soul".

Once the "burning soul" is cancelled, the realm will fall again.

Regarding this point, he really has nothing to do. In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that a person's wisdom is too limited, he doesn't even have a person to discuss and communicate, and some things are too difficult to explore.

After a while, Zhang Ming fell asleep in a daze.

As expected, he finally fell into that mysterious dream.

Something seemed to be sensed by the purple current in his mind, and it suddenly magnified, automatically turning into a sharp sword in his hand.

...

It was still a space full of mysterious gray fog, where a blazing dark red flame stood high in the sky, emitting a vast and majestic light.

Zhang Ming raised his head.

The flames danced flickeringly, as if all the secrets in the whole body had been seen through.

However, compared with the beginning, the majesty and mystery of this flame is actually a big discount.

This is because the seal of the abyss is constantly improving, and it is difficult to pass on the power of [long-cherished wish]—from this perspective, the wishing demon god is not omnipotent.

"Ga!" Zhang Ming screamed in a good mood, "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.

(Hey, I won't talk to you today. The greeting just now is my parting gift. We will never see each other again.)

Lao Zhang thought to himself, and then lay down in the fog, bored, playing with the purple lightning in his hand, just like pulling a piece of plasticine.

[Hello, I am a long-cherished wish, and I can fulfill your wish. Do you really have no wish? 】

Zhang Ming was indifferent.

The dark red flame returned to its original state, and tried to ask: [Perhaps tomorrow, we will say goodbye, and you will lose the chance to make a wish. 】

[Or maybe, after tens of millions of years, we can meet again. 】

Is this threatening me, Lao Zhang? That's right, one day you will be able to travel to this world domain, but the ashes of my old Zhang are gone, so if you are too angry, just resurrect me.

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 to fulfill your wish. As long as you are rigorous enough when making your wish, the probability of accidents is very low. 】

【I don't have clear goodwill or malice, it's just that my way of thinking is different from normal life. 】

"Gah!" Zhang Ming called out.

[The trading rules of Judgment Balance are a strict order, which is beyond my control. 】

Obviously, in the last dream, [long-cherished wish] became anxious, Balabala said a lot, and wanted to make Lao Zhang make a wish.

It really can't miss this anchor object!

【You can even make a wish never to see me again! Any wish is possible! 】

Zhang Ming crossed his legs, played with his own lightning, and happily watched the performance of "Long Wish".

Never see... This is too exaggerated, do you know how long forever is? Compared with "forever", Ge Liheng's number is zero. Pang Jialai's return can be restarted infinitely, and the variables of eternity are too large. I can't make this wish.

A hair on your [long-cherished wish] Demon God's leg can crush me to death, Lao Zhang!

Although my old Zhang often scolded you in the past, making you suspicious of life, I didn't mean it...

I am really scared!

The red flame kept beating. Seeing the passage of time, Zhang Ming was about to wake up from the dream, when suddenly, [Long Wish] started beating.

[Since you are unwilling to make a wish, then I can only find a way by myself. 】

The red flame suddenly jumped onto the huge trial balance, and countless gears began to rotate, making a "cracking" sound of rotation, and one end of the huge balance slowly poured down, as if something like magma was flowing.

Immediately after [long-cherished wish] did something, with the pull of the lever and the chain, the balance slowly returned to balance. Countless ravings filled this space.

"Can it still be like this? Make a wish for yourself?!" Zhang Ming was stunned, his scalp was numb, and he swiped the lightning in his hand.

"Crack" the dream was torn apart by lightning, dissipating quickly like a glass soap bubble.

Zhang Ming suddenly jumped up from the bed, his pupils dilated, and he gasped heavily.

There was a subtle dizziness in my mind, as if there were worms crawling through my mind, forming strange text marks one by one. He used lightning to clear these weird symbols, and fell into deep thought.

"[Long-cherished wish] I made a wish for myself, even if I destroy the dream, it may not be able to hinder its trading ceremony..."

"What does it want to do? What kind of operation is it to make a wish for itself?"

"It may pay a relatively high price, otherwise it would have made a wish for itself, and there is no need to make this choice at the end."

"In addition, crossing the world domain... such a long distance, the power will inevitably be greatly weakened, so there is no need to worry too much."

Having said that, a demon god secretly coveted, the pressure is not something normal people can bear, and cold sweat can't help but burst out from Zhang Ming's forehead, dripping down one by one.

Zhang Ming couldn't help feeling in his heart: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't scold it so fiercely."

"But if I choose again, I will still be vicious and eccentric."

But this matter, how to say...

Regardless of whether you scold it or not, [long-cherished wish]'s ill intentions are long-lasting, and it may still take the same actions.

In addition, the joy of insulting a demon god is really irresistible, that kind of experience is too unique, Lao Zhang can't stop it, and can't refuse it.

Think about it, you are obviously a Da Luo Jinxian, but you are severely insulted by a mortal, but this Da Luo Jinxian can only endure it forcefully, and then repeat the sentence [What is your wish] with full anger?

The regret in Zhang Ming's heart, the regret that he didn't scold more fiercely.

Even if it's the last day, he should have some yin and yang words.

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Zhang Ming frowned, sensing a chilly force brewing in the room.

He simply closed his eyes and used his sixth sense to perceive the world.

There was something beside him, making a sharp sound, like metal scratching a blackboard, which made people feel faintly uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid of wool, if it can kill me, why wait until now?" Zhang Ming comforted himself.

Suddenly!

The world has changed.

This is no longer a familiar bedroom, but an endless dark space.

The nameless mist rose up.

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 rippling mirror.

Red light overflows!