Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

Wang Xiaoming suddenly had the illusion that when he was dating Xiaosan, he was caught by the main palace on the spot.

"I won't become a beautiful girl. Even if there is a spirit in it, it will only become you in the end." Lucifer directly shattered Wang Xiaoming's fantasy, "Because that sword was made with the power of your soul .”

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Will... I feel it too?!"

"Do you really want to have it?" Lucifer didn't expect Wang Xiaoming to ask such a question, and asked curiously, "It's not impossible to have it."

"I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense! It feels good to the touch. How can I expect this kind of little Huang Wen's development!" Wang Xiaoming, who has a very strong will to survive, immediately denied it.

"Oh? Really?" Lucifer glanced at Wang Xiaoming, and suddenly conjured up a gun, stuffed it into Wang Xiaoming's hand, "Touch two for you to feel it."

The white gun body suddenly stuffed into his hand, the revolver with black thorns and rose patterns wrapped around it, Wang Xiaoming recognized, was the one that Lucifer carried with him.I've always wanted to borrow it to take a look before, but it's definitely not at this time. Wang Xiaoming wanted to cry without tears: "Male god, can we not be dirty?" Ah hello! ——Although it seems that if you don’t continue to use your current body, this development is not bad?

"I've said it a few times, thinking too much is a disease." Lucifer smiled and took back the revolver from Wang Xiaoming's hand, "I told you before that the power of the soul is a kind of energy, but it is also a kind of substance. , a substance that can change its density, shape and properties at will according to the wishes of the owner." After Lucifer finished speaking, the original revolver became a dagger with black thorns and rose patterns on a white background.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the gorgeous dagger that looked like a work of art, held it in for a while, and still couldn't hold back his complaints: "I always thought you were a practical idea."

"I am indeed." The dagger twirled around Lucifer's fingertips, and then disappeared, "Okay, let's try it for you."

"What should I do?" Wang Xiaoming asked eagerly.

"I thought to myself that I want a sword."

"Ah?!!!" Wang Xiaoming didn't expect that the way of turning the power of the soul into a weapon would cause such a stream of consciousness, "If I want to have a sword, I can have it..." Wang Xiaoming hadn't finished speaking, and the sword in his hand Sure enough, a phantom appeared, which seemed to be a sword.

"Concentrate." Lucifer reminded him.

Unexpectedly, he could conjure a sword so easily, Wang Xiaoming quickly concentrated his attention, and continued to say "I want a sword" and "I want a sword" silently in his heart.

"It's useless!" Wang Xiaoming looked at the phantom sword in his hand, and raised his head to look at Lucifer aggrievedly, "It's still like this."

Lucifer sighed slightly: "You still don't believe me."

Wang Xiaoming, who didn't know why Lucifer suddenly turned to this whole topic, watched him put his hand on his forehead.

And after Lucifer's hand left Wang Xiaoming's forehead, a light blue cube slightly larger than his palm appeared in his palm.

"What is this?" Wang Xiaoming saw this material for the first time.

"The power of your soul." Lucifer put the cube in his hand, "Think about turning it into a sword."

Wang Xiaoming thought about it casually following Lucifer's words, and the cube in his hand turned into a sword in seconds.

"Then you think again, let them go back to your body."

In the next second, the sword in Wang Xiaoming's hand turned into a spot of light and slowly disappeared.

"It's really amazing!" Wang Xiaoming exclaimed.

"Now try to get a sword again."

In just one second, a long sword with a pitch black body and white thorn roses wrapped around it appeared in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

Lucifer looked at the shape of the sword, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a gentle smile: "Look, as long as you believe, it can become any weapon you need."

"But... I didn't want these patterns!" Wang Xiaoming looked at the sword in his hand, a little dumbfounded, and hurriedly took the sword back, "I really! I never thought of these patterns!" Wang Xiaoming said this sentence At that time, he didn't dare to look at Lucifer's face at all.How can I save myself from exploding in front of a male god?Waiting online, urgent.

"Well, I know. Those patterns are the projection of your soul, they are unique and only belong to you." Lucifer reached out and rubbed Wang Xiaoming's hair, "As long as it is created by your soul power, there will be such patterns." pattern."

Wang Xiaoming always felt that Lucifer meant something, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but he still insisted on asking: "But there was no sword before."

"You can't master that for the time being, and I will teach you later."

"So this soul power, as long as I believe it can do it, it can do it, right?"

"Yes. But it's not that simple." Lucifer explained a little to Wang Xiaoming, "The simplest point is that you must have enough soul power."

The second after Lucifer finished explaining, Wang Xiaoming conjured up an ice cream with white flowers on a black background - once you know the principle of some things, you can understand the rest.

"Uh, forget it." Seeing this pattern, Wang Xiaoming suddenly lost interest in eating. "Eating my own soul feels a bit heavy."

"Okay, stop playing." Lucifer stood up, patted his clothes twice, and held a sword in his hand.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the black-and-white sword in Lucifer's hand, feeling a little sweet inexplicably in his heart, and at the same time a little helpless: "If it weren't for this broken body that restricts me to play!"I must have pushed Lucifer by now! '

Lucifer didn't know there were so many twists and turns in Wang Xiaoming's heart. He held the sword in his hand and pulled a sword flower, and then said: "There are twelve basic uses of the sword. They are chopping, stabbing, pointing, teasing, Collapsing, cutting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, wringing, sweeping."

Every time Lucifer uttered a word, he made a movement. After finishing twelve movements, he put away his sword, looked at Wang Xiaoming and asked, "How many do you remember?"

Listening to Lucifer's question, Wang Xiaoming conjured up a sword suitable for his current height, made a few moves, then looked at Lucifer and said, "I only remember these few moves, and the name..."