When some of Wang Hui was eating and drinking in Xianglin Hall, most of Wang Yu was still living in the Red Devil Pavilion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ironically, when he wasn't comfortable walking in Gensokyo, he rarely set foot on the land outside of the Red Devil Pavilion. And when he was finally so powerful that ordinary demons couldn't do anything about it, he was firmly locked in the Red Devil Pavilion for various reasons, and he was entangled in mundane affairs.

Maybe that's why he wants to split a part of himself and go to where Mori Kinrinsuke is chatting and farting.

But even so, Wang Hao's strength is gradually getting stronger. Or rather, get stronger quickly.

He's strong enough to be another pillar of support for the Red Devils.

"But I still haven't been able to get through that barrier......"

Standing in the endless hollow darkness, Wang Yu's brows furrowed, and he stared at his right hand, slowly clenching into a fist. The majestic divine power and vitality rushed in the shell of this young man, and the five fingers that were gathered erupted from between the bone joints with a landslide-like roar.

However, this is only a clone of Wang Hao, a terminal, and he can project such a terminal anywhere he can sense it as long as he wants. Now his ontology is closer to a concept, something intangible and substantial, and now all his entities are essentially shells manipulated by him, which can be replaced at any time.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

The benefits that this trait can bring to Wang Yu in battle are needless to say, and he can even overwhelm his opponents with his own terminal. As for the shortcomings, they are more mysterious and elusive.

As mentioned earlier, Wang's terminal can be replaced with another at any time. So now that the shell is no longer Wang Yu's bondage, what about the shape of the shell?

The answer is no.

The shape and structure of the body is the same as the body itself, and it is meaningless to Mr. Wang, the peak reincarnation of the Eight Stars.

And that's dangerous enough. For advanced intelligent beings with independent thinking, self-perception is not only thinking, but also appearance is a very important link. This is also the reason why Wang Hao always insists on using his human-like body, he does not have a physical appearance like many demons, so he does not have a solid enough definite appearance, for him, nothing is unchangeable.

So if he changes his image frequently, it's easy for him to gradually forget his original look. Although the memory of the monster is clear and stubborn, it is not immutable, especially for Wang Hao, whose origin is empty and empty, if the elements that make up the self can be lost, it is often lost quite quickly in him.

In this world, there are many demons who have lost or lost their bodies and invaded or transformed into others, and gradually regard themselves as the ones who have become the ones who have become them, and even completely forget their original selves. For Wang Hao, the most familiar is Su Daji, who brought disaster to the country and the people.

I wanted to play the world to cause chaos in the court, but the nine-tailed fox stayed too long and entered the play too deeply, and in the end, even he was deceived after all, and he hugged and slept with the king of Shang, and died in the burning deer platform.

The young man suddenly raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were already thick and thick, and his brows were quite dignified by the wrath of a god.

Although neither he nor the people in Gensokyo took this so-called god seriously.

"What's going on?" Wang Hao pressed his right hand his left chest, and he could feel the flow of magic and blood from the palm of his hand—

Hurried, irritable, like a child who has lost something beloved, he tries his best to express his anger and grief in every way. The anger and sorrow tore at his heart made of hedrons, causing the demons to feel bursts of pain.

But he shouldn't be angry or sad, let alone painful?

"Could it be that I have something to do with that nine-tailed fox? It can't be that the thought of the nine-tailed fox recalls the pain of squeezing all the strength to fight with Reisen and Yakumo Blue, right?"

The young man laughed self-deprecatingly, but when he finished talking to himself, he fell silent.

This is possible...... It's really not small, otherwise it wouldn't be able to explain his inexplicable emotions. Wang Yu knew that there were many secrets on his body, but he couldn't imagine how he should have a relationship with the fox thousands of years ago, to say that the only fox he had ever come into contact with was that Yakumo Blue.

But this is not good, Wang Yu didn't think that the strength shown by Yakumo Lan that day could make him have such a deep impression, but he was the weakest at that time, even if he really had a fear of Yakumo Blue in his heart at that time, he would not be surprised.

Because of the difference between Yakumo Blue and Wang Yu who took out the trump card that day, he knew what a terrible monster he was, so he also understood how powerful Yakumo Blue was.

And this kind of spiritual introduction can be washed away with your hands.

"I see, I said what are you doing secretly hiding in the Divine Domain alone, it turns out that you are heartache for other women. Wang Hao, Wang Hao, how can you be worthy of me, who has been silently supporting you?"

The figure of the perfect and dashing maid chief suddenly emerged from the endless darkness, and the girl looked at Wang Hui with a bitter and sad face, and the tears in her eyes swirled back and forth.

And Wang Yu only sneered indifferently, he squinted at the sixteen nights in front of him, and said menacingly like every scumbag: "What, do you have any dissatisfaction? I've long been tired of seeing your yellow-faced woman, it just so happens that fox ears and fox tails are cute, if I can throw myself into the lost house, I guess the monster sage will not be reluctant to give up a fox, and that Yakumo Blue doesn't need to bring a pad, and the figure is already first-class." Hurry up and get the year-end report, I want to see the results before the time!"

"Eh, big brother, don't saki night, okay, then let's see if I'm old enough for big brother to date me!"

The sixteen nights in front of Wang Hui suddenly turned into a blonde girl with red eyes, Flandoro shouted and threw herself into Wang Hao's arms, her wine-colored eyes wide and tilted her head to look at Wang Hao, trying her best to make the boy nod.

"Don't make a fuss, you're far away from adulthood, don't think about me. ”

The boy reached out and wrapped his arms around Flandro's waist and kissed her on the forehead affectionately. The girl took the kiss with a smile, then looked at Wang Hui with hope, and asked:

"Big brother mean, if I'm an adult, I can do it?"

Wang Hao smiled noncommittally, there was not much joy in this smile, but it was like a deliberate smirk.

"We'll talk about that then. ”

I won't be able to stay with you that long, Fran.

"That's right, big brother. ”

"Huh?"

"Sakiya is actually right behind you. ”

Wang Hao's color changed, and he instantly cast the pig iron into a face that seemed to twist his back.

There, the perfect and chic servant stood silently, his expression was neither surprised nor happy, and the ancient well was not wavering.