Three days later......

Night fell quietly, and An Ying, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes and put away the blackened fire of his heart.

His eyes rolled slightly, and he pondered something.

In a moment, his dead fish eyes, which were extremely vicious in Erin's eyes, walked out of the room.

As soon as he entered the narrow hallway, An Ying bumped into Erin, who was cleaning the house.

"Erin, do you clean?"

Hearing his question, Erin, who was wearing an apron, was full of excitement, as if she was frightened by his words.

An Ying frowned, he didn't seem to say anything that made the girl knight feel uncomfortable.

Erin struggled in place, as if she was making some kind of big decision in her mind.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and raised her head to look at An Ying: "Who are you going to sweep?" If it's a temple person, or an innocent ordinary person, please forgive me for not being able to do so much evil for the time being......"

“……”

An Ying was speechless.

When did I ask Erin to help me clean up others?

What kind of demons and monsters has this stubborn female knight made up my brain again?

Wait a minute...... I think I just mentioned sweeping!

His eyes slowly dilated, and An Ying understood.

It turned out that Erin understood that he had just asked her if she was cleaning up for the sake of killing!

Has Erin's misunderstanding of him reached such a depth?

An Ying lowered his forehead and explained, "When I say sweeping, I mean sweeping!" ”

"I know what it means to sweep, Immortal, who are you going to sweep?

Again, although my soul is already yours, I still can't do evil according to your will for the time being, please give me a little time to get used to being a believer......"

Afraid of being heard by Naya in the back room, Erin deliberately lowered her weak voice.

An Ying really obeyed this stubborn female knight, and always distorted the original meaning of his words.

"When I say cleaning, I mean cleaning, Erin, I didn't let you clean people for me!"

Explained again, if she hadn't understood, An Ying wouldn't want to explain again.

He's going out tonight, but he doesn't have time to spend here!

Knowing that she had misunderstood, Erin stroked her chest.

She apologized to An Ying: "It turned out to be this, well, I was cleaning the house, immortal, sorry, I misunderstood what you meant!" ”

Finally let the stubborn cow girl understand what she meant, An Ying exhaled a turbid breath: "I'm going out tonight, and I may come back very late." ”

Is it finally time to act again?

Doug Town has been in such a mess recently, can't he be the one who provoked it?

I am guilty of letting such an evil immortal descend to the Nether to do evil!

Erin's sapphire pupils showed a hint of awe and guilt, and her thoughts were all written on her face unconsciously.

Seeing her like this, An Ying knew that she was starting to think about him again.

Too lazy to explain so much, anyway, he explained that she probably wouldn't believe it, thinking that he was using the usual tricks of the evil god to lead her, a stumbling girl knight, step by step, into the abyss of sin.

Before you are sure to go out and be self-reliant, it's good to have a free place to live on this level of relationship, isn't it?

Naya in the back room heard a muttering voice coming from the corridor, and she blinked her purple eyes: "Sister, are you talking to Brother An Ying?" ”

Pulled back to her senses by Naya's questioning, Erin looked a little flustered.

An Ying replied directly on her behalf: "Yes, I'm talking to your sister about me going out!" ”

As soon as she heard that An Ying was going out, Naya came out in a wheelchair: "Then pay attention to safety and come back early!" ”

"yes, got it!"

An Ying answered, and left the small house of Sister Hua.

But when he came out, he noticed something was wrong.

That's the conversation he had with Naya just now, why is it so much like the conversation between his son going out to play and greeting his mother?

This Naya, how can you take advantage of me for no reason, when I am a mother!

Next time, I have to remind Naya that even if she is still a month away from turning eighteen, she can't mess with her seniority.

Forgetting about the more sick "mother", An Ying regained his indifferent dead fish eyes and quickly disappeared into the dark street.

Away from Erin's house, Ann Shadow jumped onto the roofs of the houses on the street.

With his palm facing up, an electric current burst out of his palm, making a sizzling sound.

Looking at this hard-won current, An Ying's cold expression gradually warmed.

Three days ago, he learned the method of refining the Heart Source Fire from Erin, and An Ying has been refining the Heart Source Fire for the past three days.

The hard work paid off, and An Ying got his wish and inspired the immortal power bestowed on him by the fire of the heart source - thunder and lightning.

Not only that, but refining the Flame of the Heart Source also helped him learn how to hide the aura of the "evil god".

All the previous problems were solved, and An Ying couldn't hide the joy in her heart, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Trying to unleash the power of the thunderbolt with all his might, he was eager to see how powerful his immortal power was.

In an instant, An Ying's body was surrounded by crackling thunder.

Although this scene was very similar to when An Ying was first summoned by Erin, An Ying could clearly feel that the thunder light surrounding him now was far less powerful than the first time.

Slightly lost.

But soon, An Ying recovered.

I think the thunderbolt that day should not have been his, but the Dire Witch's.

It's just that he was accidentally summoned by the Dire Witch's advent ritual, and temporarily usurped the Dire Witch's lightning power and evil god position.

It's like the Nightmare Witch's immortal weapon, the Sun-Splitting Dragon Sword, which cut off the beard on that night three days ago.

Only this explanation can explain in the most reasonable way why after he ignited the fire of the heart source, the immortal power that awakened was thunder and lightning.

After a little bit of clarification, Annage stopped thinking about the Dire Witch.

He had finally refined the Fire of the Heart Source to the point where he could use the power of thunder and lightning at will, and he should have a good experience!

This is a magical ability that is absolutely impossible to experience in his hometown of Ai Xing!

Thinking of this, An Ying urged the immortal power with all his might, and scurried around Doug Town under the wrapping of thunder.

Running at high speed unscrupulously under the blessing of thunder and lightning, this feeling of galloping made An Ying who experienced it for the first time extremely comfortable.

It's like an airplane ready to take off!

The pleasant feeling didn't last long, and An Ying fell down tired.

Dissipating the immortal power that consumed a lot, the thunder light around An Ying also quietly faded.

It still doesn't seem to work, and I don't have the strength to experience it yet......

If you want to use this power for a while, it is estimated that you will have to continue to improve the purity of the Heart Source Fire.

An Ying, who was tired, took a long breath and was about to go home the same way, but inadvertently swept a sneaky person.

The man was hiding in a dark alley, with all sorts of strange props in front of him, his hands folded, as if praying for something.

An Ying hesitated, but still dared to approach the man quietly.

When he got close enough, An Ying, who was standing on the roof, saw this sneaky person clearly.

It's him!

An Ying recognized this person, he was the mille-feuille master who gave him the high-nut mille-feuille card last time!

Suppressing the shock in his heart, An Ying hurriedly checked whether he had concealed the aura of the "evil god".

After confirming that the unique "evil god" aura on his body was hidden, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the alley below, the mille-feuille began to pray:

The morning star of the eternal night,

You are the master of the Circle of Destiny,

You are a guide to the lost,

You are the nightmare of those who twist the truth,

You are the master of a thousand layers of change,

May your unchanging sincerity protect your believers!

Listening to the devout prayer of the mille-feuille master, An Ying's scalp tingled.

This mille-feuille master is performing an evil god ritual!

Do you want to run away now?

As soon as this thought came to his heart, An Ying immediately rejected this plan.

He ran away now, and with his current strength, he would definitely alarm the Lord of the Thousand Layers who had been summoned by the Evil God Ritual.

It's better to take a gamble and see if his newly realized means of concealing the aura of the "evil god" can escape the gaze of the Lord of a Thousand Layers!

Thinking about it, An Ying continued to peek at the mille-feuille master who was conducting the evil god ritual uneasily.

Looking at the mille-feuille like this, it seems that he is communicating with the evil god.

If this is the case, this evil god ritual is not the kind of advent ritual that is extremely threatening to the Nether.

Since there is no way to escape now, can he eavesdrop on what the Mille-Feuille Master and the Evil God Mye-Feuille Lord are communicating?

With the idea of giving it a try, An Ying concentrated his energy and listened carefully to the faint voice of the mille-feuille division below.

Soon, as he concentrated, he could hear what the Mille-Feuille Master was carefully saying to the Lord of the Mille-Feuille.

However, he couldn't understand a word when he heard what the mille-feuille was saying.

After listening for a while, An Ying discovered a pattern.

Every time the mille-feuille master finished saying a paragraph, the next paragraph, no matter how his mouth changed, fell on An Ying's ears exactly the same as the previous paragraph.

This made An Ying feel like he was listening to an encrypted call, and although he couldn't understand it, he still tried to remember the sentence full of regularity.

"Crooked than crooked, crooked than Bab ......"