Heroic Death System

Shang Ke condensed into a spirit body and floated around in the dark room, his eyes glanced at the man sleeping soundly on the bed from time to time.Suddenly, he paused, remembering that when he crossed into a god statue, he used to use the method of falling into a dream to teach his followers skills.

Although the evil pen is not as powerful as the statue, the mana transformed from the evil spirit should be able to help him fall asleep.

Shang Ke circulated the power in his body, maybe it was because he was hungry for too long, or maybe he had never taken care of it, his power was like a mess, entangled in a disorderly manner.You can still try to use self-cultivation techniques to alienate and refine. After running for a few weeks, you can barely smooth out this force, and the irritating hunger has also been relieved a lot.

It seems that spiritual cultivation techniques are also suitable for the pen spirit, but because there is no spiritual energy in this world, all he can mobilize is the evil spirit accumulated by the pen spirit itself.

The original pen spirit lost its consciousness because it lost the source of evil energy and did not know how to cultivate.If he couldn't save his life, he might follow in the footsteps of Bi Ling sooner or later.

Most people have evil spirits, no matter how much it is, it is no problem to maintain acceptable basic needs, but Wen Jingrong is an anomaly, even if there is evil spirit on him, it will be neutralized by blessings quickly, even a little bit of scum There will be no left.As for the evil spirit of the people around him, he didn't even have a chance to get close.

What can still be done is to cultivate mana as soon as possible, strive to get rid of the contract barrier as soon as possible, and absorb evil spirits from people other than Wen Jingrong.

After making up his mind, he can still use his mana to turn into a puff of smoke and enter Wen Jingrong's dream.

With his current magic power, he can't control other people's dreams, he can only be in it as a "guest".

The sleeping Wen Jingrong was not dreaming, the world in the dream was chaotic.At this time, a white figure suddenly flashed, instantly lighting up the originally gloomy world, and the toes lightly fell down, causing circles of ripples, like feathers, gently "awakening" Wen Jingrong's consciousness.

Wen Jingrong looked at the flickering light and shadow not far away, and walked towards "it" with his legs uncontrollably.Every step closer, the outline of the shadow became clearer, and when he got closer, he had already turned into a human form.To be precise, it was a man with a slender figure and a slender back.

Shang Ke was surprised to find that after entering Wen Jingrong's dream, his original irregular figure began to transform by itself.But in a moment, there is a human form.

"Who are you?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Shang Ke turned his head subconsciously, revealing a... blank face.

Wen Jingrong: "..." With anticipation, he wanted to get a glimpse of the real face, but found that the other party had no facial features at all, and the disappointment in his heart far outweighed the horror.

"Who are you?" Wen Jingrong asked again.Despite his blurred features, he still wants to know his identity.

Shang Ke really wanted to answer, but he didn't have a mouth to use, he could only be a quiet (faceless) handsome man, his heart was broken.

Wen Jingrong squinted his eyes, trying to find his facial features from that blank face, but it was a pity that they were always blurred.

He rarely dreams, but as long as he dreams, every time he wakes up, he will have a feeling of emptiness, as if he has lost something, or is looking for something.The appearance of this man in the dream gave him a feeling of solidity for the first time in his previously hopeless thoughts.

Wen Jingrong couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to feel his existence more clearly, but as soon as his fingers touched his body, everything in front of him became blurred, and then completely fell into darkness.

Wen Jingrong suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a quiet room.

He sat up, took out a cigarette from the bedside, and kept thinking about the white shadow that appeared in his dream. His deep eyes flickered in the smoke, making it elusive.

Shang Ke lay faceless on the bed, looking exhausted.The first time I fell into a dream, I didn't say a word, I was squeezed out without showing my face, and I was dying.It seems that one must practice for a period of time before considering the problem of dreaming, otherwise he will have to consume himself to death.

Afterwards, Shang Ke never tried to fall into a dream again, but stayed beside Wen Jingrong to practice peacefully.

However, he didn't expect that Wen Jingrong would have a moderate sequelae from this dreaming.

Wen Jingrong changed from dating women to dating men.Anyone who falls in love with him will receive his invitation, but basically every date is over after meeting him once.After a month, I don't know how many beautiful men have been "loved" by him.

Wen Jingrong is a well-known golden aristocrat on Planet Tam, with a lot of money, outstanding appearance, and extremely popular in the circle.Although homosexuality is not mainstream, Wen Jingrong's behavior undoubtedly gave some single men a clear hint to make their minds active.

Many men began to take the initiative to hook up with Wen Jingrong. They couldn't find a chance to meet in private, so they tried to attend the reception attended by Wen Jingrong, creating various surprises to deepen their impression.

Sometimes Wen Jingrong would strike up a few words in cooperation, but sometimes he didn't even give him a look.After a few times, someone soon discovered that the men he favored were basically of the same type, with a slender figure and a gentle temperament.It's a pity that no one has become his guest of honor yet, and he doesn't know what kind of male companion he wants to find.

Hanging on Wen Jingrong's sleeve, Shang Ke watched him surrounded by beautiful men and peach blossoms, feeling unspeakably depressed.

"President Wen, this document needs your signature." The secretary handed the document to Wen Jingrong.

Wen Jingrong habitually took off the cuff buttons, changed the shape of the pen, and raised his hand to swipe on the document, only to find that there was no ink stain left.

Wen Jingrong frowned, picked up the magic number pen in his hand and looked at it, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

There is fingerprint identification on the magic number pen. Although outsiders can write it, it has legal effect only when the owner of the pen uses it personally.

Wen Jingrong tried a few more times, but still couldn't write the handwriting, so he had to take out the spare magic number pen and sign his name on the document.

After signing, Wen Jingrong also buckled the spare magic number pen on his sleeve, and made a companion with Shang Ke.

Shang Ke looked at this newcomer beside him, and said hello: "What a coincidence, we are all magic number pens in the shape of cufflinks."

The newcomer was cold and silent.

Shang Ke was upset, and decided not to let Wen Jingrong use his body for a short time.

Before finishing get off work, Wen Jingrong left the company and drove to a private repair shop.

"Bra, long time no see." The shop owner is a handsome uncle in his forties, who greeted Wen Jingrong warmly when he saw Wen Jingrong walk in.

"Don't call me 'bra'!" Wen Jingrong glared at him, then took Shang Ke off and handed it to him, "Help me see, is there something wrong?"

The handsome uncle took the magic number pen and praised: "Look at this shape, it is the style of decades ago. It is really well maintained and has complete functions. Has it been remodeled before?"

"Probably." Wen Jingrong only inherited this pen from his father five years ago. I don't know if his father has modified it. The function is not different from that of modern products.

The handsome uncle transformed him into a pen shape, and wrote a few times on the paper. The handwriting was clear and the color was uniform, and there was no problem.

"Isn't this normal?" The handsome uncle looked at Wen Jingrong in wonder.

Wen Jingrong took the pen back and wrote a few times on the paper, but the result was still blank.

The handsome uncle tried it again, and wrote the characters smoothly.But as long as it is in Wen Jingrong's hands, it will die immediately.

"Hahaha." The handsome uncle couldn't help laughing, "Bra, it seems that this pen doesn't like you very much! How did you mistreat it?"

Wen Jingrong stared at the pen in his hand, his face was gloomy, and a trace of evil spirit emerged from his body.

Shang Ke's spirit body swiftly flew towards the evil spirit, its movements were not unpleasant, and its reaction was not quick, but it was a pity that it was still unable to defeat Fu Guang's purification in the end.The delicious evil spirit dissipated before his eyes.

Shang Ke fell limply on the ground like a ball of cotton.

Why is it so difficult to eat some evil spirits!

"Your magic number pen is fine." After careful inspection, the handsome uncle made a professional judgment, "I think the problem is your character."

Wen Jingrong put away the magic pen and left the repair shop without looking back.

In the evening, after Wen Jingrong finished washing, he lay on the bed and watched TV for a while, then picked up the magic number pen and started researching.

This pen has been with him for several years and has never had any problems. Why is it suddenly unusable?And only he himself can't use it.Wen Jingrong felt inexplicably unhappy, feeling betrayed by his own things.After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any clues, so Wen Jingrong had to put the pen aside first, turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Shang Ke sat lightly on Wen Jingrong's body, making funny faces to scare him, even though he couldn't see anything.

"You wait, I'll go to Mengli to deal with you right away!" Shang Ke angrily waved his fist at him.

As soon as the words fell, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes shot straight at Shang Ke's direction.

Shang Ke slammed backwards: Nima, you are so scared to death!

Wen Jingrong glanced around suspiciously.

Here, here!Shang Ke posed a twisted poss in the air.

Wen Jingrong only felt the wind blowing over his head, frowning and staring for a moment, but found nothing unusual, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, he fell asleep.

Shang Ke brewed up his emotions, used mana, and entered Wen Jingrong's dream again.

Just like last time, he had a human form as soon as he fell into the dream.

Before he could take any action, he was hugged by a pair of big hands, and a deep man's voice came from next to his ear: "I got you."

There shouldn't be any tactile sensations in the dream, but Wen Jingrong's approach made Shang Ke feel a heat on his back, and the familiar breath wrapped him around.

Shang Ke didn't struggle, but touched his face first, only to find that he had facial features!

"Tell me who you are?"

I am the evil pen by your side - of course Shang Ke would not answer like that.

Wen Jingrong didn't get a response, so he hooked his waist and slowly turned his body around.