Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Humph. "

"But I have a way..." Callas said, "using the "spirit exchange" magic, we exchange bodies, and I will bear the pain. "

Olin's expression sank: "Don't mess around."

The spirit exchange magic was invented by Karas, which allows two creatures to maintain their spiritual independence and exchange their bodies at the same time. In terms of difficulty, it is the most difficult magic among magic. Judging from Olin's expression, Karas is convinced that he I don't want to learn at all.

The two are important gods and nobles in the country, and the exchange of bodies will bring obvious troubles.

Olin blinked: "But...maybe you can put me in some other substance. I have an unused puppet... Is the puppet okay? So I'm a little interested. If you can change the body , It must be an interesting thing to keep the spirit alive."

Callas denied: "Spiritual exchange magic is only effective for creatures. It is a contractual relationship between intelligent creatures, that is to say, it must be a royal family or human beings. Secondly, this magic is equivalent to the complete connection of spirit and spirit, which requires the connection between two creatures. It’s enough to understand.”

Olin smiled wryly: "I don't want you to know the dirty things in my heart. Give me painkilling herbs."

"I'm not sleepy anymore when you talk about dirty things..." Karas touched the base of Orin's tail, "Speaking of which, I asked you to try to find the connection between the gaps, did you find it?"

In the process of treating Orin, Karas searched for many ancient books from the age of Fomalhaut.

According to ancient books, apart from the physical part of the rift, part of it is the concretization of the demon's memory.

Broken scars are broken memories, which sounds somewhat romantic.But in Callas's view, it's more a memory of childhood trauma.

Olin shook his head: "I remember your theory...but I really couldn't find it."

Callas blurted out, "If we swap bodies, maybe I can find the link between the rifts and heal you."

Olin's expression became stiff, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Karas seemed to have remembered something, and he vaguely felt that the indelible rift was inextricably linked to the dirty things Olin claimed.

With a crisp "click", Karas quickly caught the fragment that fell from Olin's head, which was one of his horns.

"pain……"

Karas kissed Olin's forehead: "Don't move, let me see..."

Orin frowned, fiddling with Karas.Karas looked at the horn in his hand, the inside of this section was hollow, as if it had been eaten by moths.

Normal devil horns are solid structures with nerves and blood vessels inside.He placed the severed horn carefully on the bedside table and observed the section of the horn on Olin's head.

There were layers of red fissures, Karas carefully cleaned them up, and as the cleaning progressed, new fissures were formed one after another like slowly blooming flowers, quickly forming new sores.

...Oops, if this generation rate is followed, I'm afraid Olin will be covered by cracks today and turned into a mummy by some of his memories.

Olin seemed to be aware of his thoughts: "This, isn't it an incurable disease?"

"You should also be aware that the speed at which the rift is formed doesn't allow us to think too much..." Callas said, "We'd better change it quickly. Or suspend your body functions first. Let's go to the palace to find the prime minister and see if she has any solution."

Olin looked at Karas with a sad face: "I... don't want to make Yaleshia laugh."

Callas hugged Orin without saying a word.He knows he can't make decisions for his lover.

Time also froze like stagnant water.He leaned on Olin's shoulder and sniffed the familiar body fragrance.

Olin licked his wrist as if remembering something, and smelled it: "It's already the smell of sea water."

When Olin is not in estrus, his body odor will change with the concentration of magic power. When he is healthy, he has a mountain-like fresh breath, and when he is weak, he smells like the ocean.

Olin himself hated this because it made him feel like he was going to drown any time he got sick.

"I know..." Callas raised his hand and drew a cyan magic circle on Olin's back, "Think about it slowly, I'll fix your physical condition to the present to avoid deterioration."

"Don't think about it..." Olin said, "Come on, exchange your spirits for magic, and we exchange bodies. At least you won't think about my thoughts. I also want to recall the feeling of being young."

"Decided so soon? Once the spirit exchange magic is used, it cannot be used again for a period of one month. Even we cannot break this restriction immediately."

Olin nodded, "It's better to let you know than to let Alessia know."

Callas raised his eyebrows: "You can't... embezzle the project money?"

"Almost..." Orin sat up, "Quick, what is the spell for the spirit exchange magic?"

Sure enough, there were only practical factors that bothered Olin.Karas couldn't help but guess how much the money was, probably the amount that Ellowyn would buy it!

Once things get into the dimension of reality, though, there's evidence to follow.

"Ah, wait a minute..." Callas got up and lay down in Orin's arms.

Olin was confused, because Karas was no longer a black cat now.Karas, the god of time and space, is happy to hug him, but he has little reason to drill into his arms: "What is this for?"

"In exchange, I'll hug you..." Callas said.

Olin laughed out loud: "So considerate..."

Callas held Orin's hand, and for the first time he lay in his lover's arms.Orin's embrace was warm and reassuring, and he couldn't help being dazzled for a moment.

"Read it to me later, the spell of spirit exchange magic is not long."

"Spells for Spirit Swap Magic are not long."

Callas laughed and squeezed Olin's hand: "You are stupid and bad!"

Orin smiled, and the fissure in his horn dissipated a little, then regenerated.

"In the name of understanding and love, a brief exchange of fate."

182. Chapter 182

Callas woke up dazed and heavy.He had never experienced such a heaviness, his whole head seemed to have been hit hard, and his whole body was in excruciating pain, as if he had worked overnight for dozens of days and was seriously injured before he could rest.

——Has Olin always lived with such exhaustion?

Karas thought about it, and the person in his arms let out a "huh" to call his attention back.

"How do you feel?" Callas asked.

Having said that, he felt a little novel about himself.Callas is not used to his current body. Olin's body is mature and weak. He is mature. This body is like a tool prepared for the throne and the country's responsibilities at all times. health.

Karas's thoughts drifted away. When he embraced Orin, this perfect and mature body could be called sexy and romantic. After all, Orin Valentine is a high-ranking prince of the Ellowyn Empire, and he is happy to rest in his In the arms of a little black-faced cat.However, when Karas experienced this body in person, he felt uncomfortable.

"what……"

Orin looked up, meeting Karas' gaze.

Callas stared at himself, he looked at his blond hair and amber eyes, and a strange and familiar sense of confusion came to him.

The moment he jumped out of his original body, Karas felt that he was cute.Or around Orin, he's absolutely adorable as the new god, normal young man.And this cuteness is stamped and acknowledged by their love affair.

"It worked..." Olin said, with deep disgust flashing in his eyes, he quickly turned his face away, and hugged his shoulders tightly.

Seeing his body make such a move, Karas couldn't tell what it felt like in his heart, as if time and space were torn open at the same time, allowing him to see another self in the parallel world, and then connect this space , distorting the reality in which he resides.

Karas felt the resistance, but he knew full well that the disgust was not directed at him.Although Orin turned his face away, he still grabbed the hem of Callas' pajamas.

Callas took Orin into his arms and let him nestle against his chest.For a moment he felt that what he was embracing was not just his lover, but another part of himself.

"Successful, how does it feel?" Callas asked again.

"Very...horrifying..." Orin said, burying his face in Karas's chest, "It's just facing yourself, it's so strange."

"Strange?" Callas rubbed Orin's hair—the hair of his own body, "but it feels strange to look at myself suddenly."

"Well, yes..." Orin still lowered his head.

"Look at me."

"No, I don't want to see my face."

Orin slipped out of Karas' arms as he spoke.

"However, since you are in my body, then you can take a good rest for me..."

Orin climbed out of bed, "I'm going to concoct herbs...to make myself more comfortable."

Olin took out various things from his backpack and prepared herbal medicines, gradually filling the room with a refreshing fragrance.Karas stared at Orin, as if seeing himself in another time and space.

"I want to see your body, can I?" Callas asked.

"No problem..." Orin said with his back turned to him, "Have you seen it all. Can you see any difference today?"

Callas got out of bed, took off his pajamas, and stopped in front of the vanity mirror.The mirror reflected Orin's body.

The beautiful face showed a happy expression because of Callas' leadership, and the figure was a beautiful inverted triangle, which made people look pitiful because of the lack of muscles.

Olin stirred the juice of herbs: "The body is nothing to look at, do you want to see the traces of my contract? There are two."

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