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There is an altar between the mountains and rivers, on which a magician wearing a black cloak is welcoming the arrival of the gods.He spread his arms, and between his two hands, in the red ball of light, flame-like lightning swam, forming a scepter crossed into an "X" shape...

Power, boldness, planning, domination...

but……

He lay on the narrow wooden bed, turned over, took back the card in his hand, different from the other cards, he carried the card with him, then got up and packed his luggage, ready to go to the city in the best condition. Have a good fight!

But he didn't know that I was looking at him at this moment through layers of walls and space.

He Jia is a "bastard".A quarter of human blood does not mean that he is human!I was annoyed by Mo Yan's discriminating treatment of my instincts, so after he provoked my "arrogance" in a high-profile manner, I watched him arrogantly while watching Wen Tao and the others play cards.

That card... doesn't seem to be optimistic! Two of Wands - "Domination"!ha!That damned bastard!Do you really think you are the leader? !

I chuckled and let my perspective return to the environment I am in now.

It's only an hour away, the sky is already dark, and we will be greeted by that damned deserted island and those damned smells on the deserted island!I almost smelled it when I was on the boat, and many smells were mixed together, making it even more disgusting!

What does that taste like?

The smell of "bastards", the smell of villains, the smell of demons... There is also a... um... I can't tell the difference at the moment, but I'm sure it's definitely not a good thing!And while I was dissatisfied with the mixed and disgusting smells, Wen Tao and his party who couldn't smell them were much luckier.

"What are you going to do." Before leaving, Zhao Boyang came to me quietly, and asked such a question in an unclear manner, still using a flat and cold tone, trying to make me interpret the "iceberg language".

"First of all, we have to pitch the tent..." I picked up the outdoor survival rules and replied as if it was the same thing.

"..." Zhao Boyang glanced at me, didn't speak again, but passed me by, too lazy to watch my impromptu performance.

"We should find a place where the air is dry and shelter from the wind and rain... It says, um..." I continued to read, and got off the boat.

What greeted us was a deserted small pier, and turned back to look at the boat we were on, which formed a stark and ridiculous contrast with this dilapidated small pier-I should say: " Gentlemen! Looks like we've come to the wrong place!"

However, one thing is certain. Xiao Ling bought the island, but did not take any security measures to prevent foreign invaders, let alone start construction. It can be said that he did not find the exact location of the thing for a while, and Don't dare to act rashly... On the other hand, it seems that this is also too confident in myself, so it doesn't stop others from coming here to "treasure hunt"...

Aren't we just hunting for treasure on Comer Island?

Xiao Ling's intentions couldn't be clearer. He doesn't organize foreign guests, but it doesn't mean that foreign guests can take anything away from him. If we find out where the thing is and get it, then Xiao Ling must Ling will not sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In Wen Tao's narration, it seems that what is mentioned is not just a certain item, but... a treasure.

So I imagine that maybe the goal is different.

Some are targeting "treasure".Others are aiming at something like the "Moonlight Box".

So, are these two items in one place or are they in two places?The only thing I'm sure of is that once Xiao Ling knows that there is something that can go back to the past and change his destiny, then he will definitely get it by any means!Just like how I feel right now.

Landing on the island, we walked for a while and finally found a good place to stay. It is on the halfway of a small "mountain" on the island. There are no signs of animals, and we can shelter from the wind and rain. What's rare is that the air is relatively clean. dry.

After the tent was set up, we had a simple dinner. After the "sacrifice" of cannibalism at sea, except for the sailors who sailed, everyone who went to the island except Mo Yan, who had disappeared, now There were only eleven people left, and four of them were "team members" brought by He Jia.

The original manpower on He Jia's side is not in a good condition at the moment, and the four remaining don't seem to be brave.

That is, those "gentlemen" I mentioned earlier.They kept silent about what happened on the ship before, they didn't hear or ask, and they didn't care where the "Elites" who were always at the forefront went.

Facts once again proved the truth that rigidity is vulnerable. None of those people on the deck survived except for those who had a good understanding!All fed the fish... hey!The guy in the sea has a really big appetite!

The current He Jia, losing troops and leading a group of gentle young men seems to have no previous threat, but I just feel that there is still something wrong with him. After all, the missing Mo Yan is always very concerned. I don't know when he will come out and shoot coldly at any time.Of course, it was aimed at me!

I don't trust Mo Yan, and now I don't trust anyone even more, including Zhao Boyang. They must also be thinking about how to play tricks in the changing situation.

I can't let them get away with it!I must have that thing!

Is it because it's fun?Oh yes, I want it just because it's fun, just because it's fun, because of my fate... Wanting to change it doesn't seem like just going back in time.

Each got into their own tents with their own moods.

I didn’t take out my notebook to keep a diary. In fact, writing with an ordinary pen can’t leave any marks on it at all... And I’m just pretending, so it doesn’t matter if I remember it or not. ?Anyway, the real significance lies only in that map!

The tip of the pen is injected with wish power, and the words written on the special paper become invisible messages... Of course, such an object itself is not bad.

Zhao Boyang is curled up in the sleeping bag, his sleeping posture is like a baby still in the mother's womb. It is worth noting that even when he is sleeping, the expression on his face is still not relaxed, as if He was born with that serious and melancholy expression...

As far as I know Zhao Boyang... well, it's almost the same.It is often said that three years old sees old, no matter whether it is the dull and autistic little Zhao Boyang at three years old, or the young Zhao Boyang who has grown into a teenager, and the young Zhao Boyang—the current Zhao Boyang—he always looks like this, and he has not changed. Never showed that kind of "weakness".

Actually, I really want to see the weakness of my lovely friend...

Sigh, I have no desire to sleep.Originally, if I could still dream, I think I would be more enthusiastic about this way of rest and recreation, but somehow, from the sea voyage until now, it seems that every time I try to sleep, my consciousness will fall into the "darkness", No dreams, not even a thought.Until I woke up looking at my eyes.

What can it mean to have no dreams?If it is a person, then it is very likely that he is sick, which means that he has not entered deep sleep... And what about me?Does my sleep have to be "sinking" like dying (not as good as dying), sinking into endless darkness?

Moreover, I didn't feel the joy of sleep at all, the kind of pleasure/feeling that the body is rested and reborn.Obviously, just at the beginning, I was not used to it, and I began to worry about losing the most basic human characteristics and the experience I could enjoy.

I want to sleep!I need dreams!

I clenched my fists tightly and did not make a sound. I stared angrily at Zhao Boyang who was soundly asleep for a while, and for the first time, I had the idea of ​​envious of his good work and rest habits.

Helpless, I had no choice but to quietly get out of the tent, forgetting the sweet taste of sleep.

It seems that I am not the only one who is also sleepless at night...

Besides the tent, I saw a cluster of bonfires, so I quickly hid my breath and observed...

The one next to the campfire was He Jia, and it could only be him.The other people are more or less physically exhausted due to the accidents, turbulence these days, and the rush after landing today, and among these people, naturally only that inhuman guy still has the strength and thought Come out to "appreciate the stars".Even if it's cloudy today.

He Jia seemed to be in a bad mood.

But when I found out that he was in a bad mood, my mood suddenly turned sunny!

"I know you're having a hard time, so I'm going to be fine!" I gloated in my heart.

Of course He Jia did not appreciate the stars, because there are no stars in the sky, let alone the moon, if he wanted to admire the dark clouds.

Now, what he is "rewarding" is a card, to be precise, a tarot card.

This is his trick?I couldn't help but look further away and look more carefully, and then I found the clue.

The card he was holding was exactly the one he had drawn himself before, I had seen it when I was watching him, and now, he was holding this "Domination" in his mind, as if he was troubled by it like thinking about something.

What could be wrong?

It's just his same recklessness, don't you want to admit it?

You should admit it!You are an arrogant guy too!No, it's not just arrogance, it's simply defiant!

I taunted He Jia as much as I could in my heart, only to find that he suddenly stood up, squeezed the cards in his hand into a wrinkled ball, and fell into the bonfire...

I thought that the person who played this would not easily destroy any card, but now it seems that he is indeed "reckless".

"Accident."

"Losing my mind."

"sad."

"Intoxicated with power."

"abuse one's power."

"ACCIDENT."

"Movement restricted."

"The hindrance of others."

"Lost confidence."

"surprise."

"I'm in trouble..."

He paced slowly, muttering words, meditating on some secret things in his heart, the glory is gone, the brilliance is passing, what has been lost, what is about to be gained...

What is lost is real, but what is about to be gained...is illusory.

I don't hide my breath anymore, because I went back inside the tent, I think I already know the reason why He Jia destroyed the card, because he doesn't want to believe in the guidance, he wants to create his own "brilliance"!

Zhao Boyang has never woken up. The reason for this is that I suddenly remembered that it was because I cast a curse secretly, not because of how deeply he slept. It seems that it is right, I am so reckless bumpy, arrogant...

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