Law of the Devil
Chapter 39 [God “Bless”? 200,000 words, fattening!
Chapter 39
Shoot!
Score!
International Milan 2-1 ahead of AC Milan!
Great Grosso, he inherited the glorious tradition of Italian football! Fatchetti, Martini, spiritual attachment at this moment... he is not alone! He's not alone!
“What's all the mess...” Dewey frowned and watched TV: “How did you expect A to broadcast the explanation for making the World Cup? ”
He walked up and shot the TV hard and then touched a box of cigarettes from the coffee table to light himself... took a deep breath...
Comfortable... It's been a long time since I've smoked, there are no cigarettes in Roland Empire...
What am I talking about? What Roland Empire?
Dewey suddenly felt a little confused...... and then one piece after another quickly squeezed into his brain!
Then the scene in front of me: my own living room, sofa, coffee table, TV, cabinet… everything suddenly twisted! At the end of the day, things spinning fast... turned into a giant swirl, and Dewey himself stood in the swirl, and he was sucked right into it...
Ma... Shit! My Milan Derby War... let me finish the game...
Boom!
It's like there's a thunderbolt in my head, and then it's like someone's holding a drum next to me and beating it all the time next to my head...
Dewey feels the headache gets worse... it hurts! My head is almost cracking open!
“Ah...” Dewey couldn't help moaned. He held his head in his hands and suddenly found his hair wet!
What's going on here?
Dewey, open your eyes...
He finally woke up.
What's in the living room at home, what's on the couch, what's on TV, what's on Mirandby... it's all a dream.
Now Dewey is lying on a raft, all wet, with messy hair and a little cold.
Rubbing his head hard, it still hurts a lot, which feels far worse than the migraine that Dewey had in his previous life.
Dewey started trying to massage the points on his head with his fingers to relieve the pain... but soon he found a problem with his head!
Right in the middle of the top of your head!
Yes, right in the middle! Gently open your hair to clearly touch a small bump in your head!
That's a horn!
The aftermath of the coma finally disappeared, and Dewey sighed, recalling her dealings with Chris!
Indeed… horns… Haha, I have long horns in my head now.
This corner feels stiff, cold, seamlessly connected to the skin and bones on your head as if it were all heavenly... not at all like... well, not at all like the day after tomorrow “transplant.”
Fortunately, the length is not too long, only a small finger is as long (that is, a third of a finger is as long), as thick as a thumb.
Dewey kept touching this corner of his head: “Alas, I don't know what material Chris made of... it doesn't seem to be bone...”
At this moment the sea breeze is calm and tranquil, look around the sea, obviously far away from that terrible island!
This raft underneath is the one I made on the island! Exactly! Even the rough seams that the strips connect to are the same! (It's all stitched with picked sharp branches as needles and scrubbed bark lines).
Didn't this raft get smashed and sunk long ago? That Chris can even recover from this. That's amazing!
And... two women.
Joanna and Vivian, two female magicians, were also lying on the raft, both holding each other in closed eyes, breathing smoothly and evenly… apparently sleeping perfectly.
The eyes of the second woman trembled a few times, obviously she was about to wake up. Dewey hurriedly touched her hair to make it fluffy and even. Thinking about it, she simply pulled a piece of cloth off her body and wrapped it around her head, making a hat like a sailor's.
Vivian woke up first, she opened her eyes and looked at Dewey bewildered for a moment: “Well... how long have I been asleep...”
Dewey smiled: “Not long. ”
Joanna suddenly screamed: "Ah!! The waves! The waves! Where's the storm? ”
Dewey blinked her eyes, looked at Joanna and smiled, "What storm? What wave? ”
Joanna's eyes were bewildered: “I remember we had giant waves and storms… then our raft sank…”
Dewey looked at Joanna's face and sighed, reaching out and gently touching her forehead: "Are you having a fever?” He pointed around: “Look, aren't we on the raft? God... you must be so tired that you had a nightmare. ”
Vivian said: “Yikes... me and me, too, dreaming of me we had a storm... raft, sinking, sinking...”
The two girls glanced at each other with confusion in their eyes.
Dewey sighed secretly, and Chris seemed right. When they wake up, they won't remember what happened.
I don't know what magic the devil's servant used to erase people's memories!!
Joanna jumped up and her eyebrows were wrinkled: “There really was no storm... but that dream of mine was terrible... too realistic! ”
Her pretty face was calm, her eyebrows locked, her hard thinking, but she couldn't think of anything. Vivian simply opened her eyes and blinked and looked at Dewey, blinking.
“Okay...” Dewey said with a slight lack of heart. "I'm afraid you're too tired... speaking of dreams, you actually have the same dreams... In fact, I had dreams too, my dreams are related to both of you. ”
“What?” Two girls talk at the same time.
Dewey smiled: “I dreamed of my comfortable queen bed in the castle, and I lay between you two, holding Vivian in one hand and Joanna in the other...”
Dewey said, walking up and holding one shoulder with one hand.
Vivian immediately blushed and drowned deeply. And Joanna, a little shyness flashed on her face, but more is anger!
She knocked Dewey's hand off and kicked her way over.
Dewey almost fell into the sea with a kick. "It's just a dream, why so angry. ”
“Shut up and stop talking about dreams!” Joanna's face is still a little red.
Then she looked around and suddenly shouted, “Me... are we out of danger? We left the island!! ”
Looking at the surrounding sea, all three cheered aloud... except that Dewey was pretending.
“Try your magic.” Dewey laughed.
Vivian and Joanna both did a magic trick… but there still seemed to be some problems.
Vivian used wind magic to summon the wind to accelerate the sail, but only a little cool breeze was summoned, blowing the hair of two beautiful women a little.
As for Joanna, she was a little rushed and was about to fly away from here... unfortunately, she flew for a while and fell into the sea from afar!
By the time Dewey had swimmed to Joanna's side and rescued her, the poor magician had already given her a few sips.
The salty, green water choked her hard enough to climb onto the raft and lay down there for a while.
“Well, two magicians… it seems that your magic has recovered slightly, but it is far from normal. It's just a little better than on the island.” Dewey looked at Joanna with a smile: “For example, Joanna... you could only fly a dozen meters on the island, and you flew more than twenty meters earlier! ”
“You're making fun of me! Wow...” Joanna just hit back a half sentence, suddenly rolling down her throat and laying there puking again.
Dewey smiled with a narrowed eye: "I think it's likely that while you're off the island, your magic will be suppressed for a while before it fades away, rather than recovering in a flash. I guess it'll be back to normal in about two days. ”
“You… how do you know!” Joanna asked coldly.
“I guess.” Dewey shrugged her shoulders.
Actually, Chris told him.
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Two days is not too hard… just be lucky for the three of you and don't get into any storms. Besides, I'm going to starve for two days!
When the three of them were on the island, they could only eat the root stem of that plant. This time on the raft, Dewey thought of many ways to dig up a little bit to prepare it, but it was really too little. Only last a day.
By the time the sun went down on that day, the three of them had cut off their food.
All three are teenagers and boys, they are growing up and have a good appetite. They have been underfed for a few days. By this time, they will have reached their limit.
Dewey couldn't help but start hitting the cage on Vivian's waist again!
That fat, meatball-like demon!
Vivian already knows Dewey pretty well! Look at Dewey's eyes sweep toward the little cage beside him more and more often, where else can he not know his thoughts!
Scared little silly chick holding the cage tightly, pitifully begging eyes constantly looking at Dewey.
Almighty God... bless poor little Vivian... and poor Chirp...
Finally, on this evening, for the first time in so many days, Almighty God finally received Vivian's prayer!
Just beyond the sea, there was a daylight! And then the light got closer and closer... Dewey, from the sight of it, it was a ship!
Suddenly, an empty body filled with energy! Both Joanna and Vivian jumped up and even waved in the direction of the boat.
Dewey watched the boat calmly for a while...
Closer and closer, it was a double mast with a small hull and slightly worn... but what made Dewey suddenly jump at the corner of his eyebrow...
On the flagpole of that ship, there was a black flag! On the flag, the black background, the pattern above is a skull, and below are two crossed swords!
… Pirate Flag?
The corner of Dewey's mouth revealed a smile... God treats me so well... it's a pirate ship!
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