Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

Wang Xiaoming felt that with these three points alone, most of the protagonists in the novels could be eliminated: "Everyone is a dangerous element."

"Almost. To manage and guide these chosen ones is the job of the Heavenly Dao of the real world to which the book world belongs." Although Lucifer had already said this, he re-emphasized it. After all, this was not the point at the time. "I don't know how the other ways of heaven work, but Michael and Lilith guide these chosen ones through the system."

"Is that the system in your hand?" Wang Xiaoming's focus was always distorted.

"There are so many worlds in the book, even if only one in ten thousand of the world in the book will have the chosen ones, that is a terrifying number. With such a huge base, it is not surprising that there are any accidents among these chosen ones."

"Most of the time, the systems bound to them can handle these accidents, but if you encounter those that cannot be handled by those systems, you need Michael and Lilith to come forward in person. Of course, if they are busy, Lucifer frowned when he said that he was a little unhappy, and he emphasized the word 'busy', "These things will be handed over to me and Alice to handle."

Speaking of this, Lucifer showed another gentle smile: "Since my job is to guard you now, of course I will leave these emergencies to Alice to deal with."

"Watch me or something, can you change the word?" Wang Xiaoming has a special skill, that is, he can change the topic at any time. The word "guard" makes Wang Xiaoming feel like a child who needs to be taken care of-although he is indeed a child now. child.

"Looking at you?"

"Another one?" Sounds like a prisoner.

"be with you?"

"Yes, is it more common?" Although he likes it very much, but...

"Take care of you."

"Forget it, let's keep it." I'm not Lucifer's real son, and the two of them clearly... "Speaking of which, Lucifer, although you don't remember how old you are, you can remember roughly how old you are?"

"Why?" Lucifer asked casually, "Want to know?"

"I really want to know." Wang Xiaoming nodded with certainty, "Can you tell me?"

"It's not impossible, it's just that this question is very difficult to answer." Although Lucifer didn't have any idea about age, Wang Xiaoming seemed to be very concerned about it, so he explained it to him a little bit, "It's like if you calculate according to earth time , is only eighteen, but if you add ten years to the original world..."

"You can tell me the older one." When Wang Xiaoming said this sentence again, he silently did some psychological construction in his heart.

"Why don't you tell me first, how much difference can you accept?" Lucifer asked with a smile seeing that Wang Xiaoming was obviously trapped in his own world.

"Ten thousand..." Wang Xiaoming said two words, only to realize that he was tricked again, "Lucifer!!!!!!"

"You and I are destined to live the same life as the sky, why do you care about this?" Lucifer stretched out his hand and hugged Wang Xiaoming into his arms, kissed his hair, "If you have time to worry about this, it's better to practice your sword properly. "

"Who is entangled!" Wang Xiaoming, who was being talked about, pushed Lucifer's face away, took the sword and continued to practice swords, and by the way regretted that he hadn't confessed earlier in the last world.

Although Lucifer has already urged Wang Xiaoming to pay attention to his usual words and deeds and not to expose them, but a few days later, when Wang Xiaoming saw a 'corpse' falling from the sky, covered in blood, and seemed to have taken in less air and released more air, he was still broken. It worked.

"Master Shao." Just as Wang Xiaoming put the man on the ground, lifted his chin to open the airway, and was about to give artificial respiration, the servants who were chasing the bloody man finally rushed over.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming, who had already recalled the CPR and artificial respiration methods in his mind, withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and pretended to be calm and said: "Go and call the doctor, and then send someone to inform father."

"Young Master." The servants looked at Wang Xiaoming with some embarrassment, "This man's origin is unknown."

"This kind of thing, wait until someone wakes up, and call the doctor quickly."

After being yelled at by Wang Xiaoming, the servants finally moved, one went to find the doctor in the village, and the other went to inform the owner of the village.

After receiving the news, Lucifer rushed to Wang Xiaoming's courtyard, looked at the person lying on the ground, frowned, stepped forward, and followed a standard martial arts routine of sealing the big acupoints all over his body, and then feeding people pills.

"Go and call the doctor." After finishing all this work, Lucifer pinched the blood man's pulse with one hand and ordered.

"I've gone to shout." The servant who was left behind returned.

"Bring the man into Fei Ang's room." When Lucifer did acupuncture just now, he found that the man had broken several ribs, and he didn't dare to move the man too far, so he simply asked someone to place him in the nearest room up.

"Father, do you know this man?" Wang Xiaoming saw that the servants started to carry him in a hurry, walked to Lucifer's side and pulled his sleeve and asked.

"Don't you remember Fei Ang? This is your elder brother Xiuping." That is the male lead.

"Brother Xiuping?" Wang Xiaoming quickly flipped through his memory, it seems that he did meet a man named Yuan Xiuping when he was only three or four years old, "Uncle Yuan's son?"

Lucifer nodded.

'That is to say, this person is the hero! 'Wang Xiaoming's eyes lit up.

The doctor from Dingming Villa came very quickly, and he was very careless in his work.In a short time, the doctor completed a series of trauma treatment tasks such as pulse checking, blood cleaning, medicine application, and bandage tying.

Because people with a discerning eye can know what happened to Yuan Xiuping at a glance, so after the doctor saw the illness, he instructed the servants how to take care of the patient, then bowed to Lucifer and left—there was no waste of time Nagging about the patient's condition in front of Lucifer.

Lucifer, who had full confidence in the vitality of the Chosen One, left after the doctor left after instructing a few servants to take good care of Yuan Xiuping.As for Wang Xiaoming, before the doctor came, he had already been sent to class by Lucifer.

Because Yuan Xiuping occupied his room, and according to the doctor, he couldn't get out of bed for at least half a month.

So that night, after dinner, Lucifer directly carried Wang Xiaoming back to his yard and threw him on his bed.

"Well, I'm still sleeping on the floor?" Before Baimian promoted the new style of housing, Wang Xiaoming had always been the one sleeping on the floor, so he subconsciously said that now.

"The bed wasn't big enough."