亚洲男人第一AV天堂

Edited by Psycho S.

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Like a ghost trapped inside a haunted house, Dai An’s spirit form couldn’t move around as it pleased, “To prevent me from going through the not very comfortable process again, my spirit would power up and explore the mysteries of this world while my mortal reincarnations could have some fun in the process. Brilliant, right?”

But little by little, her followings increased, and the area she could explore expanded to the surface of the underworld prison above her cage, just enough to get a view of the palace, “Thank you and myself for helping me with the breakthrough.”

Loving someone to the point of crying just from seeing his face or hearing his voice was unexplainable. Looking at his back didn’t help her contain the emotions either. Living without having to miss anyone, then suddenly missing someone crazily while he was right before her eyes were unexplainable. It wasn’t something new. It was just something she couldn’t explain, “I miss your lips.”

“What else?” he turned her body around, holding back his laughter as he enveloped her in a front hug, “Tell me.”

It was nice of her to tell him the reason behind her wanting to kiss him, but she better have the strength to fight him and stop their upcoming kiss when necessary because he had no intentions of separating his mouth from hers ever.

His life over the years had been akin to sprinting through a fog. He didn’t count how much time had passed, and he refused to know. The thoughts of her would become stronger and so at times, he would try to push them back, seeking even to extinguish them. It wasn’t Ying Xiong’s doing. It was his reaction to the pain of her absence.

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Meeting her after such a long separation was like putting the endless loop of living in the past to a stop. And he didn’t know what to do with the sudden flux of emotions.

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The Demon King’s army collectively stuttered for a moment. Their eyes couldn’t believe what they saw. The crops were flattened and the orchard destroyed. The field they had built for their master with their own hands centuries ago was missing and what was there wasn’t salvageable. What more, they became a witness to their ruler’s deep wounds.

Their brains suddenly switched into a different mode, from apathy to hotblooded bloodthirstiness, seeking to direct it all at the new God, the intruder. Why didn’t they accompany the Demon King when he went to check out the situation in the prisons? Especially when the unfamiliar guest roamed around freely?

Though the Demon King forbade them from taking any countermeasures, their desire for revenge was like a fuel that kept their heart pumping and brain rushing with plans upon plans that piled up into very very tall piles.

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A God’s soul differed from a human’s. It didn’t require a body to prevail, due to being born with a body of its own. Its inner and outer aspects, like senses and looks would be enhanced. If it occupied a body, its ‘beautiful’ characteristics would push through: this was also Aoi Hong’s, Quin Yu’s, and Ying Xiong’s case.

While Xuan Mu was fighting with his new sparring buddy, Bing Shi had been staring at the reflection in her compact mirror in disappointment. Hubby was only able to recover her upper body, so her legs remained crippled. Sitting on Kuro, she was currently stuck at the border of her ‘suction’s’ reach within a barren forest. Despite it being the middle of the night, there was no moon. If there was one similarity between the sky here and the sky on ‘regular’ earth, then it would be the pitch-black skies, but that was it.

‘I look ridiculous.’

‘I look like the female version of Joker.’

‘No, even worse... Frankenstein.’

Bing Shi sighed continuously, the translucent white wings on her back flapped around slowly, matching her depressed expression. Because her soul died, her God’s soul could only reconstruct itself from the remains of her spirits, which depended on people’s beliefs in a way.

Xuan Mu rebuilt her body to the image in his mind, so when the magic disappeared and her real form appeared, not a single characteristic of Bing Shi survived.

Tian Shi’s long green hair draped over Dai An’s sickly thin body while Silika Lin’s glamorous face was covered by a respiratory gas mask. The mask itself didn’t have the eye goggles gas masks typically have and only covered her bottom face, but it was exactly this out-of-place, futuristic mask that made everything look and sound more ridiculous than it already did. Yes, that was right, sound. As a cherry on top, there was a voice changer inside her mask.

No outfit in her wardrobe fitted her current physical form. The wings only complicated the situation further. Except for Xuan Mu’s simple black T-Shirts, she didn’t plan to cut two huge holes on the back of any of her clothes that covered her upper body yet.

Bing Shi watched how Silika’s chocolate brown eyes began to lose their luster as Tian Shi’s eyes of silver hues began to fill the corners with aged wisdom, looking as if they were cropped from a monochrome photograph of olden days and pasted without a second thought, making them appear out of place, but still very much at home on her face.

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It wasn’t Bing Shi’s look that caused her to end up with ‘depression’. What was the need for her being here when Kuro could suck the spirit in her stead? She only wanted to visit the Demon King’s place, but it looked like the excursion would have to wait for another time. Xuan Mu told her to take a rest and wait for him to deal with his unfinished business. It seemed like the Demon Lord’s soul was about to be kidnapped soon.

So here she was... Instead of focusing on her image in the mirror to try to make the gas mask disappear, she attempted to summon her inner Dai An who ‘controlled’ the bottom half of her body. What? Dai An was more experienced when it came to cultivation while she was more experienced in being efficient when it came to time management.

‘Dai An, take over me, please.’

‘~No.’

‘Pleaseeee, you can keep my body and hubby.’

‘~I want... neither of those things.’

Bing Shi totally lost her focus as she began to make up imaginary voices in her head.

‘Gotta use the privilege to slag while I still can!’

Her inner conversation didn’t last for long as the sudden itching in her heart was forcing her to do something productive. Compared to the usual restlessness she used to feel due to her missions, this one was many times more violent. It was as if she just signed a blood contract, her mind suddenly locked itself on one goal. She was unable to do anything else except try to reach the goal or else she wouldn’t be able to calm down and the itchiness in her heart would become even more unbearable.

Gliding through the air, Xuan Mu slammed his fist in the demon king’s direction. Attempting to shake off the boiling steam in his veins, he missed by a margin.

Xuan Mu felt like he was still living in the world of dreams and nightmares even though he didn’t want to be in that place anymore. His sense of reality became warped- actually, it was more like he warped his own senses so much that he lost his sense of time and the way it flowed.

The underworld lord disappeared before his eyes and appeared from behind him while sending a binding red spell of indescribable shapes in his direction; clearly the lord was confused at what was happening at the moment.

“Hubby, I’ve got it!” Flying to the air in elation, Bing Shi clamoured loudly while waving the mask in her hand, “Look! Look!”

Receiving a harsh blow to his jaw, Xuan Mu crashed to the ground – the sharp edges of stones flew outwards with dirt and clouds of dust haphazardly flying around his opponent’s side too.

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