Chapter 1070 Good Morning Kiss

"Only the second level Hell Wing...it's barely okay."

Youwu looked over the resources of Soul Heaven and couldn't help but shake his head: "Forget it if there is not even a single god, you can't bring over the gods of those *** women. Broken Lake, Gospel, Soul Lock, Fairy Tale... ..The witch even has two gods! If I had soul-locked gods, all these forgotten people would be dead!"

"Tsk, the more I think about it, the angrier I am. What kind of idiot are you to not even eat the meat in your mouth? You have a good hand and you don't even play a single one!"

"If it were me, I would kill them all first, and then instigate them to fight among themselves. The sorceress in this state is in high spirits, and it will be easier to summon the gods. Whoever contributes more gods will be favored. Isn't this simple? Simply harvest a large number of gods..." Youwu muttered, "If it were a viewer, he would definitely do this, no, he would be more efficient and secretive..." He sighed :"so......"

"I met the viewer, you met Ash."

Youwu clasped his hands together and closed his eyes: "We are all very unlucky, Wei Xi.

In the Soul Heaven, the spectacle of "Soul Pressure" quietly disintegrated, and the magic spirits scattered in the "Rain Demon's Lair" gathered together to form a new spectacle. The substitute magic spirit was watching from the side, but found that the heart sword magic spirit also flew in, and quickly applied to enter the new wonder. The mist is interesting to watch. There is an extra place for the substitute magic spirit in the spectacle. It doesn't matter if you have it or not. The novel looks like a steel throne filled with sharp swords, with a dark green figure sitting on it. This is the new wonder that Youwu constructed based on Xinbi——

"Heart Hunting Throne"!

Youwu stretched out his finger, and a faint light streaked across the sky from his fingertips, leaving a dark gray trail. The ink marks drew a huge circle around the Forgotten. When the circle completed the closed loop, the ink-colored ring shrank at high speed. The Forgotten who could not dodge were killed in an instant, and the broken souls merged into the mist along the ink marks. The gauze clothes add a bit of elegance to him.

The Forgotten Legion immediately took the correct countermeasures, no longer gathering together, no longer being on the same level, and minimizing the risk of being trapped. They thought it was impossible to perform this powerful spectacle multiple times.

But how can they guess the wonders of the soul's supreme excellence based on their past combat experience? The most powerful thing about "Heart Hunter Throne" is that it consumes very little, because it does not rely on the source power consumed by demigods, but is linearly related to the soul of the magician.

This is why Youwu wants to split the "Soul Pressure", because there are several key magic spirits in it that can bind the power of the Heart Sword to the soul's foundation!

In the entire hell, no one's soul foundation can surpass Yaxiu, not even the soul demigod... Ashiu, who has the soul heaven, his soul foundation is already at the level of a god! Not to mention that Youwu is fighting on his behalf. Even if the demigods react immediately and try to resist with soul miracles, he can constantly fine-tune the frequency of the "Heart Hunter Throne" to find their most vulnerable gaps and easily crush their souls!

An extremely absurd scene appeared on the sea: the mist sat in the sky, and as his fingers slid, the arrogant demigods fell one after another, like a group of mosquitoes being swatted by an electric mosquito swatter, and like a swarm of mosquitoes being hit by an electric mosquito swatter. It is the rice harvested by the sickle.

When the sea above and below was dyed crimson, the mist wandered between the sea of ​​blood, as if it had become the only lonely ghost in hell. That's right, you are so despicable that you are not qualified to share the sky with me.

If a tyrant draws a circle on the map, countless subjects will die.

But Youwu is not satisfied with killing. To be honest, he is not an indiscriminate killer. He just needs the souls of others, but others are often unwilling to hand over their souls obediently and refuse to die. Youwu has no choice but to Give them a little help.

Thousands of souls gathered towards the mist. He was not in a good mood right now, so all these ghosts had to be punished by death. The flesh and blood are festered, the nails are turned up, the nose bones are collapsed, and the limbs are twisted... Hundreds of tortured souls are screaming in despair above the sea of ​​blood. The picture is bloody and the atmosphere is horrifying, but the mist is relaxing and closing. Eye.

His most comfortable environment is hell, especially the hell he created with his own hands.

Now all are

The Forgotten ones are all dead, and no new Forgotten ones will appear for the time being. The Orochi's Stomach was only stimulated by the death maniac's smell, so it sent so many Forgotten ones. To it, Ash is just a small virus that was easily dealt with... Since the Death Maniac did not continue to stimulate it, the Orochi's Stomach Naturally, I won’t overreact.

But if they want to interfere with reality, they can only borrow Ash's body, otherwise Ouroboros will go berserk because of their smell. This big snake theoretically has no emotions, but after a long period of torture and chasing, they successfully made the big snake learn what hatred is.

Youwu glanced at the ghosts surrounding him and lost interest in torturing them. With a wave of his hand, they were like ice cream, tortured to the point of melting away by the most extreme pain.

In fact, Youwu is willing to help Ash leave some ghost reserves. Unfortunately, these are the souls of the forgotten people and cannot exist outside the maw of the serpent. Even after a while, they will

It degrades naturally, just like a discarded plastic bag, leaving nothing behind.

At the same time, the spectacle of "Dark Demon Form" completely collapsed, and most of the magic spirits died directly due to extreme exhaustion. The mist can use despair to threaten the tired magic spirits to burst into 120% effort, but as a price, they will inevitably die suddenly... but what does it mean? It's just a bunch of magic spirits anyway.

But this way, I can finally go and do Vichy—boom!

Youwu's body was shaken, and a look of reluctance appeared on his cruel and violent face: "Give me another ten minutes...three minutes, three minutes is fine...

.....Just one minute, let me have a word with her.

He seemed to have lost all his strength, his virtual wings shrank, and he fell straight into the bloody ocean.

"sea breeze...

Ash opened his eyes and murmured softly: "It is indeed very comfortable." Snap. The extremely exhausted soul didn't even want to move his fingers, and Ash allowed himself to fall into the lightless deep sea. However, in the dark and deep seabed, he could still smell the strong smell of smoke.

He looked at the dead man who was falling with him in front of him, and suddenly felt like seeing a creditor in a bathhouse.

"25%, I took it away." Death Man said calmly.

Ash looked at her with questioning eyes, but said nothing. Death Maniac narrowed his eyes and exhaled a perfect smoke ring: "You will soon know what you have lost. Not power, not life, but.

"yourself."

When the sun squeezed into the slits of his eyes, Ash subconsciously made a lazy snort and turned his head to avoid the light.

After a while, his nose moved and he smelled a faint aroma of honey. He opened his eyes a little and now he was face to face with the maid, so close that the tips of his noses were almost touching.

Wei Xi was sleeping soundly next to him, with her long pink hair scattered on the pillow. The sunlight fell on her face, giving it a milky sheen. Each eyelash seemed to be hung with radiant frost, a jumping brilliance. It dances and twinkles on the tip of the cute little nose.

Ash looked at her blankly, lowered his head, and saw two deep ravines formed by the softness in the maid's bra. He thought for a while and decided to take a look first.

"Aren't you going to touch me?" A lazy, teasing laugh sounded from the side. Ash suddenly became excited and looked at Wei Xi with a blushing face, seemingly at a loss. Wei Xi blinked his eyes and suddenly realized: "Don't worry, Sword Lady and the others are not behind you. Only I know that Master, you are peeking at my body... No, you have already seen it openly, you just need to use your eyes to explain it." Open my clothes.

"Sword Princess..." Ash blinked, "Where have they gone?" "It's almost noon now. They saw that you haven't woken up this morning. Today is the opening day of the nearby magic spirit black market. They went over to see if there was a suitable magic spirit." Wei Xi held up his cheek, "Let's wait until they come back to talk about what you saw in hell, so as not to have to tell you twice."

"Um."

"Are you still going to sleep?"

"......Um."

"Want a good morning kiss?" Vichy said with a wicked smile, showing her evil little fangs.

Logically speaking, Wei Xi shouldn't make dangerous jokes when she and Ash are alone, because there have been many

This time it was proved that Ash was capable of killing her. However, Vichy thought about it for a night and discovered that Ash actually fought back selectively. Compared with 'love', he was more concerned with 'desire' and left Vichy at a loss. If Vichy insisted on making dirty jokes with him, , he will really fight against it.

So Wei Xi wanted to try to tease him in terms of 'love'. She was very sure that Ash would never show any love. In her mind, Ash would either turn his head and refuse, or fight arrogantly. Either way, she could further test Ash's bottom line.

However, Ash's reaction was beyond her expectation. He looked at her with wide eyes, hugged the quilt in his arms tightly, said nothing, and pursed his lips, like a little raccoon who had put down all his guard... Wei Xi was stunned, this was her first time There was no hint of vigilance in Ash's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she lifted up her hair and leaned over to gently peck Ash on the lips. It was very soft and comfortable. During the last wet kiss, her attention was completely attracted by Ash's skills, and she didn't even taste Ash's taste carefully.

But this couldn't test Ya Xiu's bottom line at all. Wei Xi rolled his eyes and said, "It's your turn.

"ah?"

"Good morning kisses are mutual. This is etiquette. I gave it to you, and now it's your turn to give it to me." Wei Xi rambled casually, paying close attention to Ash's attitude with his eyes.

This time I won’t even give you a chance to be passive. Decisive or reject, let me see your bottom line!

But Ash neither refused nor was decisive. He hesitated for a while before slowly reaching out to Vichy. He was so cautious, always paying attention to Vichy's expression, as if he would cover himself with a quilt and shrink into a ball if Vichy showed even a hint of displeasure.

His movements were as stiff as if he was getting close to a maid for the first time, and every hair was filled with nervousness.

Wei Xi became nervous for some reason and waited motionless for Ash to approach, but she felt the urge to run away. As a demigod of prophecy, she suddenly had a strange intuition - now is the last chance, and it will be over if she doesn't run away.

Ash gave her enough time to escape. Vichy's desire to escape was rising every second, but perhaps out of self-esteem or self-confidence, she suppressed her inner impulse. However, the moment Ash's fingertips touched her, Vichy's sense of danger exploded to the extreme, and she completely let go of her boring pride. She wanted to jump up like a rabbit and jump out of the second floor... But she couldn't do it, because Ash hugged her neck and gently kissed her lips.

There was no extra intimacy, and it was separated at the touch. It was almost a courtesy kiss, and Vichy didn't have time to feel it. It stands to reason that she shouldn't have any thoughts, but the problem is... This is a kiss without any reason.

Not for searching memories, not for studying clues, just an ordinary, simple expression of feelings... Good morning greetings.

"I'm going to prepare lunch and put the drinks on the bedside table!"

Vichy got up in one go, opened and closed the door, and fled the bedroom at the speed of a demigod, leaving only a hurried lunch notice, as if she loved cooking.

Ash pondered for a moment on the bed, picked up the can of milk coffee on the bedside table, and went to open the window. The temperature outside was still very low, but the soft warmth of the sun blowing on his face with the breeze was very comfortable.

"So comfortable." He gulped down a big mouthful of milk coffee and said softly, "It's good to be back."

Ash sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the pattern on the ceiling, and exhaled a breath of white air: "She knows Sword Princess and the others... She will stay by my side and wait for me to come back... And, I do have feelings for her..."

"That is to say, she should be someone close to me..."