Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

"Because this is the most suitable role for the two of us in the entire book world." Lucifer replied.

"I don't believe it!" In such a big world with so many people, how could there be only such a choice.

Lucifer shrugged and said helplessly, "You think I want to raise a son?"

"Hmph!" Wang Xiaoming snorted proudly, "It's your blessing to have such a lovely son as me!"

"But I don't want such a cute son." Lucifer said so, but still smiled and pinched Wang Xiaoming's face.

"I don't want a rogue father like you." Wang Xiaoming patted Lucifer's hand away again, "What about the plot?" Just now Lucifer only gave Wang Xiaoming the memory, not the plot.

"There is no plot."

"Then how do we know when the plot will start?" In the last world, at least there was a copy at the beginning to let them know when the plot officially started, but this time there is no copy?

"A week later. This is the usual practice when the world in this book is restarted."

"Huh? Huh?" Wang Xiaoming knew that he just discovered something that he didn't know. "There are still classifications in the world in the book? How are they divided? How many kinds are there?"

"There are two types, but I can't tell you for the time being."

"Why?! Could it be the 'calculus' that I don't know?" Wang Xiaoming pouted and looked at Lucifer dissatisfied - as a child, this is good, you can act like a baby, and you won't be considered a pervert. Some people will say cute.

Lucifer knew that Wang Xiaoming must have stopped reading the memory, so he could only remind him: "Because your body should go to practice."

"En?" Wang Xiaoming blinked his eyes quickly twice before trying to realize what the situation is now, "Oh, yes, we need to practice!" After speaking, Wang Xiaoming looked at Lucifer with some embarrassment, "You don't need to practice. Is it?"

According to the memory obtained by Wang Xiaoming, Ming Feiang, the young master of Dingming Villa, would practice for two hours every morning after getting up, that is, four hours.After training, it will be about ten o'clock in the morning, and then Ming Feiang will go back to the room to wash and change clothes, and then go to the front hall to have lunch with Ming Yushan, the current owner of Dingming Villa, which is Lucifer's current body .

After taking a short nap after dinner, Ming Feiang will go to his own small study for cultural class, which lasts two hours, and get out of class ends at [-]:[-] pm.Then I still went to the front hall and Ming Yushan for dinner, and then I went back to my room to rest—the personal time belonging to Ming Feiang was almost nothing.

"No." Lucifer shook his head, "Your task in this world is to practice martial arts."

"But I don't like big swords." Wang Xiaoming said wearily, "When have you seen the main character playing big swords in martial arts novels?"

"Then what do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn sword!" One person, one sword, walks the rivers and lakes, the absolute standard for the protagonist!

"Then, daggers are also acceptable." Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, and added this in a low voice - Lucifer used daggers in the last world, if he is willing to teach him personally, then learning daggers is also possible.

"Okay, then learn swords instead." Although according to the plot, Dingming Villa has a set of ancestral sword skills, which is quite famous in the Jianghu, but anyway, when he, the owner of the village, taught the young owner, he was always in the back mountain. No one's place, so no one else will know what he taught Wang Xiaoming, "I'll teach you."

"Really?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Lucifer expectantly, "You teach me yourself?"

Lucifer nodded solemnly: "Well, really, let's go to the martial arts field."

"Lucifer, you are really the best." Wang Xiaoming, who got an affirmative answer, kissed Lucifer on the cheek, hugged his neck happily and leaned against his arms.

Although he earned another kiss for nothing, Lucifer couldn't be happy: "It's not a real kid, don't catch anyone and act like a baby."

Wang Xiaoming pursed his lips a little aggrieved, and complained a little in his heart: "Straight men are so fucking hard to flirt with." '

Lucifer didn't know why Wang Xiaoming was wronged again, and he also sighed helplessly in his heart: "How can EQ be so low?" '

"Go for a run first." Helplessness is helplessness, complaints are complaints, what should be done is still to be done.

Just as Wang Xiaoming was about to talk about how to run in the world of books, he remembered that in the memory he had just received, Ming Feiang had to run around the martial arts field for a few laps before formally practicing sword skills every day, and then take a horse stance When warming up.

Knowing that he must be treated this way, Wang Xiaoming, without further ado, followed the habit in his memory, first ran ten laps around the martial arts field, then rode for about half an hour, and finally returned to the constant Sitting in the middle of the martial arts arena, in front of Lucifer who didn't know what to think: "The warm-up is over."

"Take a break." Lucifer pointed to the open space beside him, and passed a bottle of mineral water to Wang Xiaoming by the way, "Before I officially start practicing swords, I will teach you something else."

"What?" Wang Xiaoming asked while drinking water.

"Teach you how to make your own sword."

"Ah? Wait! Don't tell me, I still want to learn how to blacksmith?!" Wang Xiaoming was stunned. Do you need such a hard core to learn sword under Lucifer?Could it be that if he hadn't learned ironmaking in the previous world, would he have to start by looking for iron ore this time? !

"Where do you think, as a chosen one, how can ordinary iron swords be used?"

"Then? Carbon steel? Shock wave? Laser?" Wang Xiaoming said excitedly, "Or vibration gold!"

"Put away your crooked thinking." Lucifer once again felt that sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

"Well, that's right, from a certain point of view, we are not actually following the technological system!" Wang Xiaoming heard that his train of thought had been distorted, so he reopened his brain hole, "So it is the magic weapon and fairy weapon in the fantasy world. , artifacts and the like? But the materials for such things don’t exist in this world, do they? Do you have stocks in your space?”

"It's not that kind, although it's a bit close." Lucifer then helped Wang Xiaoming regain his thoughts, "You really need a sword that is equivalent to the spiritual weapon of your life."

"The kind of natal spiritual weapon that is connected to my life and soul?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Lucifer with bright eyes, "Then, is there a sword spirit in it?! Will it become..."

"Become what?" Lucifer looked at Wang Xiaoming and asked dangerously.

"Become a beautiful girl?" Wang Xiaoming finished his words with some guilt, and then immediately assured, "Don't worry! I just want to see! Really! I won't lie to you! You trust me!"