Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

Thinking of this person peeking at his memory again, Wang Xiaoming felt uncomfortable.

"How long did you go this time?" Wang Xiaoming calculated the time they left, "60 years? 70 years?"

"Three months." Lucifer took out Wang Xiaoming's memory and handed it to him.

"Is there still a jet lag?" The last time they went for ten years, it was only three days in the real world.This time they have been there for more than 20 days, and it has only been three months?

"of course."

"Then will I go to a fantasy world next time, and when I come back, I will find that I am a hundred-year-old old man?"

"Impossible, after your soul power is transformed, your appearance can be changed at will." So even if they really go away for hundreds of years, Wang Xiaoming will not become an old man.

"It's easy to say, you haven't taught me a single spell yet!" No matter what, he also went to the book world twice. It's been more than ten years, and Lucifer hasn't taught a single spell that uses the power of the soul. How about passing him?

"I've taught it." Lucifer pointed to the glass bottle in Wang Xiaoming's hand, "After you finish absorbing it, I'll teach you other things."

"Really!" Wang Xiaoming immediately lay down on his back holding the glass bottle, "I'm going to sleep, what should you do!"

Lucifer smiled dotingly, kissed Wang Xiaoming, and went back.

On the second day, as usual, Wang Xiaoming and Lucifer first ran around the community three times, which took an hour, and then Lucifer accompanied Wang Xiaoming to practice swords for two hours.In the end, Lucifer began to teach Wang Xiaoming further about the power of the soul.

"Today I will teach you how to condense your own soul power." As Lucifer said, a palm-sized cube with a pattern of his soul power suddenly appeared in Lucifer's hand, "You can also change into one and have a look."

Wang Xiaoming, who has already mastered how to conjure soul weapons—that is, weapons solidified by the power of the soul, immediately has a cube of similar size in his hand.

"A five centimeter cube." Lucifer added after a glance.

The cube in Wang Xiaoming's hand became slightly bigger.

Lucifer nodded, and put the cube in his hand into Wang Xiaoming's other hand, and Wang Xiaoming was staggered immediately.

Wang Xiaoming immediately adjusted his strength to prevent the cube from falling to the ground: "Why is yours so heavy?"

"The density is different." Lucifer took his own cube and put it aside, "This is your goal."

"how should I do?"

"I still think about it, thinking about compressing its volume."

"No, the use of your soul power is such a stream of consciousness?" Wang Xiaoming didn't try it yet, but he complained first, "Then I want to open a portal, and then wave my hand..." Wang Xiaoming After waving his hand for less than a quarter of a circular arc, he felt a stabbing pain in his head, and then under Lucifer's panicked eyes, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

"What happened to me just now?" When Wang Xiaoming woke up again, he found himself in a place he didn't recognize at all.

"The power of the soul is overused." Lucifer gently rubbed Wang Xiaoming's temples, and explained, "It's also fortunate that you are a chosen one, otherwise I will become a widower."

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoming stared at Lucifer in a daze, not quite understanding what he meant.

Lucifer talked for a while, and continued to rub Wang Xiaoming's temples: "You wait a moment, I have asked Feng Menghan to come over quickly."

"Feng Menghan?" Wang Xiaoming thought the name was familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

"Don't think about it, don't use your brain." Lucifer stretched out his hand to cover Wang Xiaoming's eyes, "Head will hurt." The power of the soul was overused, and now Wang Xiaoming only had a little soul power that was enough to store memories. There is no soul power for him to think.

"What did you do to my chosen one?" Feng Menghan, who happened to push open the door of his office at this time, glanced at Wang Xiaoming, and said to Lucifer bluntly, "Why did you use the power of your soul so cleanly?"

Although logically, Feng Menghan, as the will of the plane, should know everything that happened in this plane, but Lucifer and his community are an exception. There is Michael's formation over there, and Feng Menghan can't perceive what happened there. everything.

"Opened the portal by mistake." Lucifer stretched out his hand towards Feng Menghan, "Hurry up and help me."

"I am the will of the plane, not your maid!" Having said that, Feng Menghan still walked to Wang Xiaoming's side, waved away Lucifer's hand, and put his own hand on Wang Xiaoming's forehead.

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoming finally felt himself alive again.

"Did I really open the portal just now?!" Once the power of the soul was replenished, Wang Xiaoming's IQ was announced to be online again, "Is it really so idealistic?!"

Lucifer nodded.Feng Menghan didn't respond.

"Why did you come here to lose your soul power? Can't you use it?"

"No," Feng Menghan explained for Lucifer, "it's a person's soul, how can it be given to others casually."

"But... my boyfriend told me that it is a kind of energy."

"It is both a kind of energy and your soul." Feng Menghan corrected, "Although the power of the soul can be used as energy, the power of the soul is different for everyone and cannot be transmitted directly."

"Then...why is yours okay?"

"Because I don't have a soul." Feng Menghan explained.

Although Wang Xiaoming understood Feng Menghan's meaning, he still felt the phrase 'no soul': "It sounds a little scary."

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving." Feng Menghan turned to look at Lucifer, "You owe me a favor, and if there is still trouble, please pay attention when teaching in the future, I am very busy."

"It's not the boyfriend's problem." Wang Xiaoming quickly defended Lucifer, "I was not careful..."

Before Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, Feng Menghan opened the office door and left.

"What should I do if I suddenly feel that the will of this plane is a little cute?" Wang Xiaoming turned his head to look at Lucifer, and said sincerely, "Tsundere Lolita is so cute."

"I'll be jealous." Lucifer said equally sincerely.

Unlike human beings, in Lucifer's view, the will of the plane belongs to the category that can develop relationships.

"I'm not interested in lolita," Wang Xiaoming immediately denied, "I don't have any legal lolita either."

"I still want to lock you up." Lucifer picked Wang Xiaoming up from the sofa and let him sit on his lap, "Can you be locked up?"