Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

"Have you calmed down yet?" Lucifer asked calmly, looking at Wang Xiaoming who was yelling "Good Bing" while pulling up his clothes.

"Don't bring such a joke!" Wang Xiaoming gave Lucifer a sad look, then struggled to get up and went to the bathroom.

Five minutes later, Lucifer saw Wang Xiaoming coming out of the bathroom with a wet head covered in a bath towel.

"I'm done calming down!" Wang Xiaoming sat back on the lazy sofa while wiping his hair with a towel, "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now."

"Understandable." Lucifer said a little coldly.

"Where did we talk just now?" In order not to let the water droplets on his hair and the moisture on his hands wet the paper covered with words, Wang Xiaoming stretched his neck a little nervously, looking at the three papers he put on the ground. Paper, "What is the difference in the source of ability among the three?"

"I thought you would ask about the Chosen One." Lucifer raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"I'm afraid of disrupting my thinking." Wang Xiaoming replied.

"The source of ability is also quite simple. The chosen ones and the chosen ones obtain their abilities through their own cultivation, while the chosen ones are abilities endowed by the will of the plane."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this world really isn't fair enough." Probably because we talked about fairness before, Wang Xiaoming suddenly thought of this again.

"how?"

"Although they are all capable people who are different from ordinary people, among the capable people, the chosen ones look more like the working people at the bottom. The chosen ones are the rich second generation who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and the chosen ones are It’s possible to counterattack and it’s possible to counterattack the failed middle class.”

"You are right in making such a comparison." Lucifer affirmed.

"Speaking of which, how are capable people selected? Is there any reference standard?"

"No."

"It's all luck?"

"It all depends on the personal preference of the will of heaven and the will of the plane."

"This world is indeed unfair." Wang Xiaoming, who had already dried his hair, threw the towel aside, picked up the test paper on the floor, and sighed, "It's no different from relying on luck."

"It's not." Lucifer shook his head again, denying Wang Xiaoming's statement, "Although there is no fixed reference standard, there is still a certain basis for selection, such as land choosers, those who don't follow the rules or hate the rules. People who are centered and disdain for teamwork are unlikely to be selected.”

"Well, that's the truth, what about the chosen one?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, then let's continue." Wang Xiaoming looked down at the test paper in his hand, "You seem to have talked about my ownership before?"

"What right of ownership?!" Lucifer asked negatively in surprise.

"That's right... Didn't you say something like asking my uncle to take me away?" Wang Xiaoming also asked strangely.

"Oh, that." Knowing that what Wang Xiaoming asked and what he thought were not the same thing, Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief, "This is not the right of ownership, but..." Well, in fact, Lucifer couldn't figure it out either. How to use a noun to explain this matter, "We are discussing who will lead you to the training before the trial of heaven."

"Oh oh oh. This!" Wang Xiaoming showed a suddenly realized expression, "So you are in charge of my training in the end, right?"

Lucifer nodded.

"Then when do we start training? How do we train? Do I need to make any preparations? Should I leave my house? How long will I be away? Is it closed?" Wang Xiaoming subconsciously raised a series of questions.

"Training can start at any time; I will tell you the training method and training content at the beginning of each stage of training; you don't need to make any preparations; and you won't leave your home." Lucifer answered one by one.

"Then shall we start now?" Wang Xiaoming said a little impatiently.

"Tomorrow, it's already a bit late today." Lucifer glanced at the time on the phone and said, "I'll come to you at six tomorrow morning."

"Oh, good." Wang Xiaoming nodded and wrote it down.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"What about the Heavenly Dao assessment? Is it difficult?"

"I haven't tested it, so I don't know."

"Speaking of which, you said before that candidates can choose what they want to do, right?" Speaking of which, Wang Xiaoming thought of another thing, "Then what do you choose to do?"

"Train well, and then take part in the assessment of the way of heaven." Lucifer did not have any hesitation or confusion about his future goals.

"Wait!" Hearing what Lucifer said, Wang Xiaoming was immediately shocked, "You haven't passed the assessment of the way of heaven, so I...have no hope in this life?"

"How long do you think your life is?" Lucifer asked back.

"That's right..." When asked, Wang Xiaoming instantly became unsure, "How long is my life?" Now that he is a chosen one, his life span must be different from that of ordinary people!

"how could I know."

"..." Wang Xiaoming suddenly had a subtle feeling, a feeling that something was wrong with the aloof male god in front of him, "Then, in theory, how long should my lifespan be?"

"I don't know." After speaking, Lucifer paused and added, "Anyway, it must be enough for you to participate in the Heavenly Dao assessment."

"That's my question!" Wang Xiaoming, who suddenly realized that Lucifer seemed impatient, immediately got up and ended today's conversation on his own initiative.

"Is there anything else to ask?" Lucifer did not expect this conversation to end so abruptly, so he confirmed it with Wang Xiaoming strangely.

"Yes, but I need to sort out my thoughts!" Wang Xiaoming immediately denied, "I will ask the next time I have a chance."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, and didn't expose Wang Xiaoming's excuse, but just got up and left the villa.

After arriving in the garden, Lucifer drew a circle in the air with his index and middle fingers together in front of Wang Xiaoming, and then suddenly an oval circle as tall as a person appeared in midair.

"Portal?" Wang Xiaoming asked subconsciously.

After Lucifer turned around and nodded at him, he passed through the circle and disappeared into Wang Xiaoming's garden.

"This skill is good. I don't have to worry about basking in the sun when I go out in summer." After Wang Xiaoming sighed enviously, he suddenly responded to a question, "If this is the portal, what I saw that day turned into light spots and What kind of spell?"

With such doubts in mind, Wang Xiaoming went back to his room and faced the three densely written test papers, reshaping his own worldview—the conversation with Lucifer today contained a lot of information for Wang Xiaoming.