My Goko is the strongest

【Satsuma——】

What was the sound, Mikan frowned, trying to open his eyes, but the eyes seemed to be held down by lead weights, and they were too heavy to open.

She could hear the sound of the wind in the field and the breath of the heat source above her head.

But she can also hear voices coming from nowhere, and that voice seems to be just a concept, a concept that someone is talking to you.

As for what language it uses, does it have a nice voice, it is impossible to judge whether it is male or female.

It's not so much a sound, it's more like an idea forced into your mind to force you to understand.

That voice called Mikan persistently, using a language that was not understood at all, but forced to be understood.

【Satsuma——】

"Who are you?" Mikan struggled to convey her thoughts.

That voice can't hear emotion, or it doesn't have such a thing as emotion.

[You know who I am, call my name. 】

Even in the experience of ghost pressing the bed, Mikan still frowned deeply.

If it wasn't difficult for her to send out her thoughts, she would definitely give this voice a good scolding.

Who knows who you are?Who are you?Satsuma has lived so long, she is very sure that she has never lost her memory.

And this kind of thing that requires others to call their names in their sleep, according to the literature she has read, is generally not a good thing, it is probably a devil who wants to sign a contract with someone or something.

The voice continued on.

[Look deep into your heart and call my name. 】

Mikan struggled more and more violently. When she was struggling, she could feel the wind in her ears becoming more intense. The heat source on the top of her head left, and the top of her head that was covered in warmth was blown cold by the wind.

"Who knows your name? Get out of my consciousness!" She finally gave a warning to the intruder who invaded her brain, and then her whole consciousness seemed to be immersed in ice water, causing her to open her eyes suddenly .

The goal is the dark night sky, slightly tilted head, a round of crescent moon hanging on one side of the sky, it is still late at night.

Mikan stayed in a daze for a while, and then gradually regained her consciousness. She took out her mobile phone and checked the time. It was already the morning of the next day.

If it is in the Qingqing Prairie, it is time for the sun to bask in the buttocks.

Mikan crawled out of the sleeping bag, then folded the sleeping bag and put it aside.She stepped up and walked towards the white tree trunk, Zhongzi was standing beside the tree trunk, chewing something with his mouth moving.

When I got closer, I realized that the orange-red thing in its mouth was chewing. If it wasn't a carrot, what could it be?

It's just that this carrot is much, much smaller than the carrots grown in the green prairie.

Mikan raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, although she was going to try to grow vegetables in this white desert.

But the more she felt in her heart, the more likely she would not succeed.Successfully growing carrots or something in the desert is outrageous no matter how you think about it.

But now that it has been planted, mandarin oranges are of course more exciting and joyful, no matter how small they are, they are still food.

She walked a few steps to the place where she planted carrots yesterday, preparing for today's harvest.But after taking two steps, she found that things seemed to be different from what she had imagined.

The place where the carrot seeds were buried yesterday was empty, and there was no change from yesterday. Mikan squatted down and dug, and found the unchanged carrot seeds from the sand.

"Huh?" Mikan was a little puzzled. It seemed that this white desert couldn't grow carrots. What was the neutron eating?

Zhongzi followed Mikan with small steps, and was still chewing the carrot slowly. It cherished it, probably because it knew that it was not easy to eat carrots in this desert.

"Neutron, where did you find the carrots?" Mikan put the 5 carrot seeds that came out after carefully groping in the sand into his pocket, and then waved to Neutron and asked.

While chewing, Zhongzi turned around and ran in the direction of the white tree trunk.

Then it stopped, and lightly tapped the trough that Satsuma mandarin cut out of a white tree trunk yesterday with its hoof, and there were still some neutrons left over forage in it.

Huh, could it be?Mikan poured out the green grass in the trough, exposing the white trough itself, and then held the trough in front of her and observed it carefully. Only then did she find that the trough was originally a seamless structure, but now there was an extra hole at the bottom. A hole, if you observe carefully, you will find that the depth and size of that hole are about the same size as the carrot in the neutron's mouth.

Maybe a carrot seed was accidentally dropped into it yesterday when I was cutting the trough for neutrons. The carrot seeds produced by Qingqing Prairie can't survive in the sand, but they can mature in this white quartz tree trunk.

You can continue to experiment today, Mikan thinks so, but don’t rush it for a while, it’s okay to plant carrot seeds in the evening, she has already discovered that the plants produced by the Qingqing Prairie app can be done the next day mature plants, then its mechanism is to mature at seven o'clock the next morning.

Whether you plant the seeds in the morning of the first day, or at 11:59 in the evening of the first day, they will be ripe at [-]:[-] the next morning.

After thinking about these things, he arranged a task for himself at night. Mikan poured water for both Zhongzi and himself. Now the large bucket of water has almost bottomed out. Mikan only drank a few cups, and the rest was drunk by Zhongzi. dropped.

Mikan opened the APP and exchanged breakfast for herself. Considering that there will be activities today, Mikan turned around for a long time, exchanged a bag of steamed buns for herself, and then exchanged forage for Zhongzi. This time, she put the forage directly on the forage I didn't pour it out of the bag, because I had to take it with me later.

Mikan gnawed on the steamed buns, took out fodder from the hay bag, and patiently fed Zhongzi. Compared with last night, Zhongzi’s food intake today was much smaller, which made Mikan more certain that Zhongzi’s food intake might really be Varies with body shape.

After eating and drinking enough, Mikan will look at Zhongzi's small body, hesitating a little, if Zhongzi can be transformed into a big horse, it seems that it will be much more convenient to carry things, but Zhongzi doesn't like to be transformed into a big horse.

It's not a life-threatening moment, so let's respect our horses.

Mikan made up her mind. Originally, she chose to exchange the sleeping bag because she could be carried by a pony without being too tired.

Called Zhongzi over, and after obtaining Zhongzi's consent, Mikan tied the sleeping bag on Zhongzi's back, then hung the hay bag on the noose of the sleeping bag, and carried the unfinished food Bag of steamed buns, thinking of walking in the direction of the white dot shown on the map.

I don't know what the remaining two assistants are. Are they really all horses?

Mikan thought so, and felt that it was very possible.Since they are all horses, what are the remaining two horses?

Neutron's combat effectiveness is already very strong, will there be two more powerful horses?How dangerous is this white desert?

Fortunately, today's journey went smoothly, and I didn't encounter that kind of monster with a bone mask on its face, and the white dot displayed on the map finally appeared within the scope of the map.