I live in a desert island property

Zhang Ming and others on the other side didn't really care where Dragon Turtle went.

The world is so big, a catastrophe is approaching, and demons are dancing around. Perhaps we will never see this guy again.

Except for Shimama, who was not very excited, everyone else was in a good mood and leaned against the glass window of the plane, entering the Xuanwu world unimpeded.

What greeted him was a strong sense of security and familiarity, and Zhang Ming seemed to be able to hear the pulse and heartbeat of the world.

This is the place where dreams and stories begin, and it is also his second home, Turtle Island.

Coconut trees grow densely, and two hundred years of time are like a vast ocean, recorded in the time of the universe, existing like a grain of dust.

The famous poet Zhang Ming wrote a poem in his heart:

“Occasionally I want to escape, even if it’s just for a short time, to find a broader world.”

"I only think of my hometown when I fall."

“I’ll still come back with fresh earth and breath.”

"It's like I never left."

Then he heard the howling turtles on the ocean.

"Aww!"

"Dong dong dong!" There was also the sound of gongs and drums. Ahem, Zhang Ming did teach them how to play the drums before he left. Unexpectedly, they still remember it now.

The largest scarred turtle is swimming in the ocean.

It raised its head and looked at the sky, and even accidentally turned its huge body over on all fours, splashing thousands of feet of waves. It yelled "Ah woo", causing the clouds in the sky to scatter.

He couldn't help but feel wonderful: "Hey, friends, how are you?"

"I'm back!"

"Ah woo!" "Ah woo!"

The cheers of the turtles became louder and louder, and Zhang Ming even saw Lao Bai hiding among the turtles, quietly looking at the small black dots in the sky.

Poor parents in the world, Xiaobai also returned after a short journey.

…

The feeling of returning to my hometown always seems wonderful, as if every coconut tree, every piece of seaweed, and every female turtle here seems so kind.

Zhang Ming presented a carefully prepared gift, hundreds of tons of zombie meat that has been preserved for hundreds of years - well, it is still a top supplement for the turtles. The humans also specially helped with the processing, vacuum packaging, and opening Bag ready to eat.

Faced with this gift, the turtles did not run up to grab it directly. The clan elder Bai distributed it on their behalf. It can be seen that their discipline has indeed improved greatly over the years.

"Hi, hello, female turtles!" The female turtles with long necks each held a white egg in their mouth, wanting to feed Zhang Ming.

They still remember this human being who likes to eat eggs.

Zhang Ming readily accepted this small gift.

I took another look at the timid new generations. The little turtles born behind recognized this guy through the statue built by Zhang Ming, but they still didn't dare to come up and strike up a conversation. After all, turtles are generally less courageous, even the giant turtle. No Tyrannosaurus turtles will just run away if they can't be beaten, let alone these small ones.

As a result, Xiaobai jumped down from Zhang Ming's shoulder and screamed "ah ah ah ah" or something like that, as if he wanted to ask for a football?

Soon, all these little turtles ran away with Xiaobai, and they went to the plain next door to play football games?

"You're now a gang leader?"

Under the command of Lao Bai, the big turtles began to transport supplies. Zhang Ming still brought a lot of things on this trip. In addition to zombie meat, there were also large quantities of cement, steel, and a large number of infrastructure construction tools. , excavators, ground drills, cement mixers, etc.

The turtles don't have any use for these things, but if the human delegation comes here, it would be good to build some buildings on the spot and transport the resources here as soon as possible.

While the turtles were busy, Zhang Ming was alone and reminiscing about the past.

Familiar, really familiar.

Nothing here seems to have changed.

Zhang Ming's footprints appeared on the beach again.

The yellow sand under your feet is fine and soft, leaving a series of footprints behind you as you walk along the way.

The seawater continues to rise, smoothing the beach, and occasionally a few pieces of seaweed and a few pieces of driftwood wash up on the shore.

The skeleton of the airplane that once brought him here is long gone.

But the coconut tomb he erected here still stands on the shore.

A few vague words were written on it with a signature pen: "Flight DS898, the grave of the crashed personnel."

"The only survivor, Zhang Ming, sacrifice."

Zhang Ming suddenly recalled that cruel day, as if it was just yesterday, everything was still vivid in his mind.

That day, he cursed God, cursed this deserted island, and cynically cursed everything in the world.

But now, he's back.

Back here.

But that day is really just a withered old photo, and many details have been lost in the long river of history.

Compared to that day, he has gained a lot now, but he has also lost a lot.

What is truly important is always clearer to those who don’t have it than to those who have it.

"This is where the story begins." Zhang Ming calmed down his emotions and introduced to Miss Calabash with a smile, "A long, long time ago, there was a plane here that split into three parts, and all the passengers inside died. , I was the only one who miraculously survived.”

"Those days when I was hungry and full... now that I think about it, I still miss it a little bit?"

Xiaobai, Shimama, and "archaeologist" Gu Shunjing went on a carnival with the turtles.

They also have many, many stories to tell.

And Zhang Ming stayed here temporarily, missing the past.

With a soft "pop" sound, Zhang Ming ran to the crab beach next door and patted down a few crab legs.

"Today's dinner is ready!"

Even with the rise of turtles, crabs are still the overlord of the tidal flats, shouting "Bilibili".

The descendants of Xuanwu who had greatly increased in strength did not kill them all. Instead, they adhered to the concept of "sustainable development". The big turtles no longer looked down on crab meat, but some small turtles came to hunt from time to time.

He climbed up a big tree again, touched a few bird eggs, and put the embryonic eggs back into the bird's nest, leaving only the white eggs that could not produce chicks.

"One of the great pleasures in life is to eat boiled eggs!" Zhang Ming grabbed a grapefruit-sized bird egg and shook his head and said, "The eggs here taste like a wild and free atmosphere. Eating them with salt is quite enjoyable!"

He collected some more water plants and some super peppers in the mangroves.

Coupled with the nuclear radiation dragon turtle meat just collected, today’s dinner is sumptuous enough!

Zhang Ming came to the coconut forest again.

"This place is the iron house I once built, and there is a dug tree hole behind it, which is where food is stored. I remember that at the beginning, I was reluctant to use the only knife, so I could only use the iron sheet of the airplane to dig A tree hole, and the trees here are very strong, so it took me a lot of effort to dig this hole!"

Miss Calabash listened very carefully, like a curious baby, asking questions like, "Did you make this mud urn yourself?" "What is the use of this sieve?" "This is a rope made of coconut skin." ", fully satisfying Zhang Ming's desire to talk.

In fact, except for the basaltic remains of Turtle Island, these natural landscapes and biological communities are very common in any supernatural world.

Even the original ecological forests of the earth, and the species that have been continuously introduced to the Demonic Sea through humans, have faintly surpassed the Turtle Island.

The entire Xuanwu world is not large. The land and ocean combined are only about one-thirtieth of the earth.

It's really a very ordinary world.

However, this is a time in Zhang Ming's past, an experience he will never forget.

Although the Turtles would not deliberately destroy the things Zhang Ming left behind, they would not maintain them either.

After many years, the iron house has long since become rusty and moldy, and is covered with moss-like plants. The items left behind have long been unusable, with broken ropes and broken bottles and cans.

Just like those people and things buried in the long river of history, what is lost can never come back.

However, Zhang Ming is not too sad. He returned to his hometown to lead the turtle group to progress and avoid disaster; and he already has a new partner and a new life.

He wandered around for a while, collecting some fungi, and suddenly found a few crumpled pieces of paper in a corner of a tree hole, covered with purple colonies.

Curiously, he opened it and looked at it. On one of the pieces of paper that had been wetted many times, it was written: "Zhang Ming, I'm really convinced. You've been lying there for another day. Is it the paste in your head?"

"You have to fight, you have to work hard! You can't lie down like this anymore!"

"Starting from tomorrow, do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10 kilometers. These are all things you must do. If you can't do it, think about your hometown far away!"

"You are so decadent that you can return to your hometown?!"

He wrote this note casually one night when he was playing emo. When he woke up the next morning, he felt that he was a fool, so he threw it into a tree hole.

Looking at it now, it feels different.

"Ahem!" He quickly put the paper away and kept it carefully.

The other piece of paper turned out to be a poster with a beautiful woman, but after so many years, her face had long been blurred - this was the "wife" who had been lost. I didn't expect that after so many years, she would return to Zhang Ming's arms again. .

So Lao Zhang couldn't help but sigh about life loudly: "You never know where the things you can't find are!"

"You know, one day I lost a ballpoint pen. I searched for it for five hours and couldn't find it. It made my blood pressure rise. But when I woke up the next day, it appeared on my foot. side."

"I seriously suspect that it fell into parallel time and space, and then came out of parallel time and space the next day."

Miss Calabash thought deeply: [I think so too! Because I also lose things all the time and then one day they pop up. 】

The next second, Zhang Ming returned to his seriousness and said with some regret: "At that time, every night, I would be in a daze for a long time. In popular language, it was emo."

"I have a crazy fantasy, what will happen if there are not just me but two survivors, and the other one is a girl?"

"So I spent many difficult nights in this fantasy."

"Think about it now. If there were only two survivors, I might have stayed on this island forever and never had the courage to go to sea again."

[Just need to be a woman? Or do you want a beautiful girl? High school girl? 】

"The requirements at that time were not that low! As long as she is a woman, it would be good if she can survive. It doesn't matter whether she is pretty or not, even if she is a man." Zhang Ming rolled his eyes. "Fortunately, there are no female survivors. Otherwise, after so many years, not only my wife will die of old age, but also a large number of our children will die of old age."

"What's even more frightening is that if a child is born. There is no foreign gene and inbreeding among the children, maybe the island will be full of crooked melons and cracked dates."

"I, the only normal person, will be responsible for future generations, and I shudder to think about the consequences!"

[Maybe... you will become a ghost father? 】

"No, no, can you stop being so imaginative?" Zhang Ming shuddered and was frightened by Hulu's perversion, so he cursed viciously, "You are so perverted!"

gourd:【……】

As the sun sets in the west, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky is red and winding for thousands of miles. At the end of the sky, the point of rose red turns into deep black nothingness.

After finishing his nostalgia, Zhang Ming hurriedly arrived at the Mystic Valley, where the Yanjiao people's palace is located.

The Turtles transported most of the cement and steel to this area.

Zhang Ming called a few telepathic turtles and built a simple tent to save these things from being damaged by the rain.

I heard the bargaining between Shimama and Gu Shunjing from afar. Shimama wanted to sell some of the antiques left by the Flame Horn people, but the asking price was too terrifying.

Even if the archaeologist loves the antique industry, he cannot be beaten. He is sitting on the ground and wailing: "Brother Zhang, save me! It wants a thousand units of the source of the world from me! It is crazy!"

Zhang Ming responded: “I’m not free now!”

As for the Scar Turtle and a group of super-large turtles, they have already caught a huge sea beast with fangs, waiting for Zhang Ming to eat.

This scene seemed familiar. The big turtles looked at it eagerly, and a group of baby turtles who were born later stayed there in a daze, listening to the rich stories of "Little White Brother", all of them showed longing expressions.

"Aww, aww!"

(We really want to travel too!)

Zhang Ming laughed, picked up the Ax of the Abyss, and bled the sea beast very quickly. He connected several large tanks. After the blood solidified, it could be fed to the little turtles.

Then he cut open its belly, peeled off the entire skin, and finally cut the meat and internal organs piece by piece.

He left the most tender piece of meat for himself, and then with a greeting, the turtles swarmed in, ate the cut pieces of meat, and then dispersed in a rush, lying on the ground to learn what they should. Rest rest.

"There are still some changes."

Over the years, Lao Bai has also selected some turtles with pure blood and relatively smart ones.

For example, there are 72 turtles studying in front of the stone tablet. Compared with the entire ethnic group, the number is indeed quite large.

They are learning the knowledge left by Zhang Ming every day and want to create new knowledge belonging to the Xuanwu clan.

Listening to them discuss astronomy and geography, Zhang Ming found it quite interesting.

"Even the descendants of Xuanwu have raised a group of scientists. It's really... amazing."

There are a total of 66 turtles dedicated to planting. These turtles often have the ability to cultivate plants and take good care of the surrounding farmland and medicinal fields. Looking at the leafy water coconut groves, pepper groves, and herb bushes in the distance, Zhang Ming knew that these turtles had really studied how to grow plants.

There are also 121 super turtles in total responsible for fighting.

The largest among them is Scar. The length of its tortoise shell reached 150 meters, which was only slightly smaller than the dragon turtle we encountered some time ago!

Scar's rapid growth attracted the attention of Master Shimama, but unfortunately, Scar Turtle's brain is still a little stupid, and he cannot use spiritual language. When hunting prey, he mostly uses brute force.

The more complex capabilities it has, the less likely it will be.

If you simply use brute force, the potential is too limited.

Because if you want to grow further, you must master a stronger spiritual power "extraordinary spirit". Otherwise, under the restrictions of physical rules, living things cannot grow indefinitely.

Zhang Ming grilled some chili delicacies, while Miss Calabash took out the dragon turtle meat that had been stewed for a day.

Gu Shunjing, a guest from afar, took a bite with great anticipation and couldn't help but praise: "It's really a life like a fairy!"

"Brother Zhang, that stone wants to sell me some Flame Horn Breathing Technique... I made a brief assessment and found that it is indeed a good thing, at the level of civilized heritage."

"What price do you think I should charge?"

He is holding an ancient book called "Flaming Horn Breathing Technique" in his hand. He is the first generation great sage of the Flaming Horn clan. He wrote it himself, and its value in terms of use and cultural relics is quite high.

As for Xiao Bai and other turtles, they glanced longingly at the stewed dragon turtle meat...

Forget it, the dragon turtle is still its ancestor no matter what. It is not a good thing for a turtle to eat a turtle!

Wait, they are actually eating turtles!

The little turtles all shuddered and ran away.

Zhang Ming laughed, unwilling to get involved in this dispute: "If you can afford it, just help it a little. It will be easier to ask it to help you in the future."

"Shimama, this guy is often dishonest, but he is still reliable at critical moments."

"Its biggest wish now is to defeat that dragon turtle. This is a big and difficult goal. The dragon turtle is already a real life and will definitely continue to make progress."

Zhang Ming felt a little funny when he thought about the dragon turtle. There was not much time to eat turtle meat openly!

After the dragon turtle meat was bombed by nuclear bombs, the muscle fibers were no longer as hard as before. After being simmered for half a day, it really melted in the mouth and turned into thick warm currents in the body.

He secretly wondered, is bombing these extraordinary beings with nuclear bombs and cooking at extremely high temperatures the correct way to cook?

Not much turtle meat was seized this time, and it was all eaten in a few days.

Next time I’ll get a few hundred more pounds to eat.

"Brother Gu, if you can't afford it or don't want to buy it, forget it. It won't buy or sell by force."

Gu Shunjing pondered for a long time, then ran to the main hall and bargained: "Brother Shimama, I have a thing that can reshape the body. It is my ultimate life-saving thing. If you want to reshape the body, I can do it for you." sell to you!"

He took out something like a lotus root.

This lotus root is like jade, as thick as an arm, shining in the dim environment.

This is a rare thing in the world that can accommodate the soul, shape the body, and has a certain growth potential!

Shimama snorted coldly. She accepted the kindness, but she wasn't interested at all.

Because there are things that can reshape the body in the gourd, and there are so many of them!

If it wanted it, would Lao Zhang not give it away?

But after reshaping the body, losing the bloodline and losing most of the strength, what's the point? It would be better to become a stone like it is now - this stone is at least the essence of Xuanwu.

And after so many years, Shi Shi has become accustomed to it and is too lazy to change it.

"So, this black stone is actually the brain core transformation of the Xuanwu beast?" Gu Shunjing touched his chin and had to admit that bloodline is indeed very important.

That dragon turtle came into existence from scratch, and in less than two hundred years, it grew to an extraordinary level of extraordinary life. Isn't it because it has the "dragon turtle bloodline"?

If the Xuanwu Evil Corpse takes away the body of an ordinary turtle, no matter how powerful its soul is, the power it exerts will still be less than one hundred, and its life of hard training will not be comparable to the two hundred years of the Dragon Turtle.

The world is so diverse, there is no such thing as equality.

Gu Shunjing thought for a while: "The island under our feet should be the remains of Xuanwu. Is there any active tissue? If so, I... I can think of another way."

"After so many years, there is a good chance that there will be no more." Shimama sighed. "The descendants of Xuanwu stay here and can slowly resonate and increase the power of their blood. But it is useless to me, because I am already It’s Xuanwu bloodline.”

It is impossible to integrate the Xuanwu bloodline into this lotus root.

Because blood is genes, souls, bodies, cells, and also includes strong idealistic rules, this is an all-round change. It does not mean that you can get the corresponding blood by soaking it in some blood.

Gu Shunjing gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "I still have a life-saving thing! I can use the power of the surrounding blood to quickly restore my soul power!"

"The stronger the surrounding bloodline power, the better the recovery effect, and it can even go further."

He took out a purple seed from the sack and said with some pride: "After you plant this seed, it will be able to absorb part of the remaining blood power of Xuanwu and restore your soul wounds. Because you have the same origin, There’s no need to worry about bloodline contamination.”

"Even if the lotus seeds develop well, they can even grow a few lotus roots."

"The newly grown lotus roots will have some of Xuanwu's bloodline power."

"How's it going? Brother Shi, I've always treated you well, right? This is my life-saving thing. Isn't that 999 units of World Source's favor repaid?"

Zhang Ming, who was secretly eavesdropping, was shocked. This guy was indeed a rare wealthy man, and he actually had a tool to restore soul power!