Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

"If you apply it, the wound won't be infected, right?"

"Don't be suspicious." Lucifer reminded.

"But..." Wang Xiaoming still felt that this was not good.

"The big deal is to take some panacea."

"Really?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly became enlightened, thinking that people like Lucifer who often go to the world of books, what kind of battles he has never seen before, it is just a small wound infection, he must have a way to deal with it.Having figured this out, Wang Xiaoming gritted his teeth, inserted his fingers into the bowl, and put some ointment on it.

"Speaking of which, you just talked about the plot, do you have a plot?" In order not to let himself notice the strange touch on his fingers, Wang Xiaoming casually found a topic to chat with Lucifer.

"Well, the system gave it to me when it was sent over."

"Why didn't I."

"Are you sure you can stand it?" Lucifer saw Wang Xiaoming's look of wanting to recognize the pottery bowl from a distance, smiled and took the initiative to dig some medicine from the bowl, and put the medicine on his arm to reduce his burden , "Anyway, the plot hasn't started yet, so it's the same to wait two days for you."

"That's right." Wang Xiaoming, who still had a fresh memory of the "torture" of the previous hour, felt that Lucifer's actions were too considerate. "Speaking of which, why did the beast ask you to fight?" Wang Xiaoming gave Lucifer behind his back. Prescribing the medicine, he asked.

"You don't know?" There was only one medicine bowl, and Wang Xiaoming carried it behind Lucifer's back. Lucifer couldn't take the medicine by himself, so he stopped what he was doing.

"Oh? I should know." Hearing what Lucifer said, Wang Xiaoming searched Baiji's memory again, and then he really let him find the reason, "I feel the malice of this world." I came to this book In less than two hours, he had to face his fate of being robbed by two men. Wang Xiaoming felt that he had nothing to fear—of course he wanted to know that this was impossible.

"By the way, since we are here for training," Wang Xiaoming tried to change the subject again, "Then is there any training goal or training content?"

"There is only one goal, and that is to stay at this time for ten years, that is, to stay until the end of the plot."

"That's it?" Wang Xiaoming was stunned by such a goal for a moment, "Is there nothing else?"

"Nothing."

"I suddenly doubted the real purpose of this so-called training." Wang Xiaoming had always thought that this kind of training should allow him to improve himself in terms of force, but now it seems that it is not?

Feeling that Wang Xiaoming stopped, Lucifer turned around, looked at him and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing, I just feel sorry for my three views." Wang Xiaoming pushed Lucifer's shoulder, making him turn his back to him again.

Although it is considered an adult in the real world, in fact, for those who have spent most of the 18 years in a closed environment like school, the three views of people have not been fully established at all, so Wang Xiaoming is a little worried that he will Be spoiled by this world.

"Just get used to it." Lucifer comforted slightly perfunctorily.

"So you are used to it?" Wang Xiaoming continued to give Lucifer medicine.

"Which aspect are you asking? Racial setting? Social environment? Living conditions?"

"Just...for example," Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, and then gave up expressing his thoughts, "It's nothing, I probably made too much fuss."

In fact, when I think about the novels I have read for so many years, the vast majority of them have strange settings, incorrect views, and chaotic logic—at least 90.00%. Since this is a world based on novels, there seems to be a problem It's pretty normal.Wang Xiaoming comforted himself in this way.

Lucifer turned his head slightly, glanced at the side face of Wang Xiaoming who was concentrating on applying medicine to himself, and sighed slightly in his heart: "Why don't we talk about something else?"

"Well, tell me." Wang Xiaoming was a little bit uninterested as he still had something in his heart, but he thought it would be good to talk about other things.

"Remember you asked me before, if the self-preservation barrier only has a certain range, how to unify the time difference between inside and outside the barrier?" Since Lucifer wanted to divert Wang Xiaoming's attention, of course he would not continue to chat with him about this book. things about the world.

"Well, remember, have you asked the will of the plane?"

"Well," Lucifer nodded, "The will of the plane told me that they never care about this."

"Ah?!" Wang Xiaoming was a little confused.

"Because charms not only appear frequently, but also appear in very random places, so the time of the entire real world is always in a relatively balanced state with addition and subtraction." Lucifer replied, "Humans can't feel it."

"Why can't you feel it?" Wang Xiaoming said strangely, "Even if humans can't feel it, what about those electronic instruments?"

"Errors, delays, mistakes, human beings have many reasons to explain the tiny time difference." Lucifer replied.

"You want to tell me that when I play online games across states and the delay suddenly rises, it's not because of some network congestion, but because the area I'm in has a self-protection barrier, but the server doesn't have it?" Lucifer understood The meaningless Wang Xiaoming casually mentioned an example that is closest to his life.

"That's right."

"It's cheating!" Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt that the money he handed over to the agent every month was all in vain.

Lucifer chuckled twice, but did not answer Wang Xiaoming's complaints.

"Okay, turn around." Wang Xiaoming, who had already applied good medicine to the wound on his back, signaled Lucifer to turn around, "By the way, I have one more thing that I'm very curious about."

"what?"

"Uncle and aunt, are they human?"

"No."

"Oh, no wonder then."

"how?"

"I'm just curious, why you and your sister don't look like half-breeds, so is your current appearance an illusion?"

"should be."

"What else should I do? You won't tell me that you don't even know what you look like?"

"I really don't remember." Lucifer reached out and fished some medicine out of the bowl, "Alice and I have traveled around the world in various books since we were young, so sometimes we can't tell whether a certain memory is in a book or not." What happened in the middle world still happened in the real world," Lucifer said to Wang Xiaoming while administering medicine to himself, "but judging from my recent memory, I should have looked like this?"

"Oh?! So..." So what, Wang Xiaoming couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a while, poor?Stimulate?