Doomsday Carnival: The Little Monster Only Has a Seven-Second Memory

But it actually works.

Huo Ling thought so too, and he immediately devised a series of plans based on the situation.

Zhao Pingsheng helped make the adjustments. The two have been friends for many years. As the saying goes, a gentleman's friendship is as light as water. Although they don't contact each other every day and are busy with their own lives and careers, they still have a strong understanding of each other.

Our personalities are compatible.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have become friends and set the future direction of the little castle in just a few words.

Luo Na and the other two were indeed worrying too early. With Huo Ling, Zhao Pingsheng, and Zhang Dapeng there, the small castle wouldn't collapse. Moreover, there's the super-strong Lin Shuangshuang here now, so there's nothing to worry about.

If even a small castle can't hold on, then the world is basically going to collapse.

Zhao Pingsheng got up to stretch his muscles and twist his neck. He then saw Lin Shuangshuang turn over and almost fall down, but Huo Ling caught her in time. She then turned around and faced the back of the sofa to sleep peacefully.

He couldn't stand it anymore. "Tsk, can't you just let someone sleep peacefully in bed?"

No matter how comfortable the sofa is, it's not as comfortable as sleeping in a bed.

Huo Ling glanced at him, giving him a look that said, "You don't understand." "Her contamination level has skyrocketed, and her powers are exhausted. How can we let her sleep alone?"

Zhao Pingsheng was convinced. His superpower had just broken through to the early stage of the fifth rank. Although it was a little later than Luo Na and the others, he had less time and had not gone out to fight. He relied entirely on his own comprehension and practiced medicine making. This speed of leveling up was already amazing. Now he had the skill of [Observation and Diagnosis], which allowed him to diagnose patients through wood-type superpowers.

His eyes flashed with a faint green light, revealing the veins in Lin Shuangshuang's body. "She's fine. If you're reluctant to let her go, just say so. Shuangshuang knows what she's doing. The contamination level is only 90%, which isn't dangerous for her because her willpower is too strong. Anyone else would probably go insane, but for her, she's just tired. Let her get some sleep. What kind of behavior is this, sleeping on the sofa?!"

Zhao Pingsheng was too embarrassed to say it, but Huo Ling was a sixth-level superpowered being. What could possibly be hidden from him? He could hear everything Lin Shuangshuang did even if she slept upstairs. He just had this annoying habit of keeping her locked up by his side.

He couldn't stand it anymore. "You should be glad Shuangshuang has a good temper. Who can stand you?"

Zhao Pingsheng said he couldn't bear to watch.

Huo Ling snorted, not listening at all, "She's willing to sleep next to me."

After saying that, he didn't even look at his friend. He just raised his hand and shook his wrist. His pink curly hair wrapped around his wrist, sticking to it.

Zhao Pingsheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes; these two were like Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai.

He was too lazy to worry about it anymore.

So he turned and left, saying, "No need to discuss it anymore. The plan is perfect now. Just follow it, and none of us will die."

Zhao Pingsheng went straight to the third floor and hurriedly went to work on his experiment.

Huo Ling continued to calculate repeatedly, and after finishing the calculations, he found that there was indeed no problem. All the plans were feasible, but it was still good to have the ability to do so.

The road is very wide.

Either way is acceptable.

The worst-case scenario is that they go out to collect materials, have Zhang Dapeng manufacture a series of water-related products, and then sell them in exchange for resources.

Huo Ling finally felt relieved. He turned around and saw Lin Shuangshuang turn over again. He quickly stopped her, and she hugged his arm and fell fast asleep.

He reached out and poked her cheek. The living room clock struck six.

Huo Ling glanced at the clock, then looked down at her, leaned down and kissed her forehead, muttering under his breath, "You heartless wretch, you'll forget about me again after you wake up."

The resentment is very strong.

Lin Shuangshuang kept sneezing in her dream, and in reality she couldn't help but frown and pout.

Huo Ling became worried again, so he simply gave her a good dream. Although he could control other people's dreams, he didn't want to do that to her. He just gave her the ability to control herself and let her follow the dream plot she liked. After that, Lin Shuangshuang couldn't help but smile.

"Hmm, Huo Ling..." The little monster's brows relaxed, and it mumbled this.

Huo Ling blushed instantly. Although he didn't know what she was dreaming about, the fact that he was in her subconscious dream was enough to make his heart pound.

How is this any different from sweet talk?

There's absolutely no difference!

Huo Ling scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Lin Shuangshuang, you love me too, don't you?"

The only response he received was her hair wrapping around him, affectionately trying to bind him.

Although the little monster might say "I love you the most" or "I like you the most," she hasn't had much formal education, so it's impossible to expect her to say anything meaningful. She'll just tell you her feelings directly.

Huo Ling likes directness, but she also likes to explore her love through everyday life.

For example, this is what I dreamed about today.

There are always surprises.

In the end, the little monster lay down on the bed, rolling around freely and sleeping however it wanted, unaffected by the soaring outdoor temperature.

After settling Lin Shuangshuang in, Huo Ling went downstairs to discuss matters with Zhang Dapeng. He also had to keep watch for Luo Na and the other two, so that they could evacuate in advance if there was any danger.

Multitasking.

For someone with psychic abilities like him, this is basic procedure.

Zhang Dapeng chatted with Huo Ling for a while and had no objections to the last plan. "It's fine. You don't need to think of me as some high and mighty person. Although I have a craftsman's spirit, I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have many complicated rules. The things I make will be given to you first, and the rest can be sold if they're suitable!"

He didn't care about that. He said it was fine to sell design blueprints like Zhao Pingsheng sold medicine prescriptions. "I'm too lazy to make them for each buyer individually. With that kind of free time, how many new gadgets could I have created?"

Huo Ling patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "As long as you don't have any objections, Brother Zhang, you'll definitely get the lion's share of the profits, just like Lao Zhao."

Zhang Dapeng said generously, "Hey, it's none of our business to talk about this. I have no objection. Aren't we all in the team? We eat and live together. They say the mission points are distributed per person, but we share everything we buy."

He couldn't help but laugh.

As the team captain, Huo Ling insisted on sticking to his principles. He smiled and said, "Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. The points have been allocated, and how to use them is a matter for later."

Zhang Dapeng couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Okay, you have principles, we'll do it your way."

As he spoke, he asked Lin Shuangshuang a few more questions. There was no way around it; her personality wasn't as outgoing as Luo Na's and the other two, and she also had amnesia, so everyone couldn't help but worry about her and care about her even more.

Huo Ling said it was nothing, "Old Zhao checked and said he was just tired."

Zhang Dapeng was completely relieved and laughed, "I knew it! Shuangshuang is really strong. You're lucky to have met someone like her."

He nudged his arm.

Huo Ling was jolted by the bump, but couldn't help but smile and say, "Mm."

Lin Shuangshuang is back, and his life has returned to normal. He is no longer so gloomy, and in Zhao Pingsheng's words, he feels more alive.