Although he was tied tightly and could not exert any strength, Tika still scratched his head with all his might, swaying up and down like a maggot chrysalis.

Ou Huang was still hot and his blood was rushing at first, the scorching and hot air flow rushed to his mind from his lower abdomen, and the turbid air exhaled from his nostrils was dry, and his lips were chapped with smoke.

Thirsty!

Thirst!

It is in urgent need of nappling and moisturizing, and it is in urgent need of gentle soothing.

But for some reason, this heat was drained clean in an instant like opening a sluice gate and releasing water, and at the end, a cool feeling was fed back, which made Ou Huang tremble three times.

Then, Sage mode.

Who is this woman?

Why doesn't she get dressed?

The rope tied on the body is quite professional......

Why does it feel like she's so ugly?

Ou Huang fell into philosophical thought.

A long, long time ago, he pondered a question......

When I was a child, I played three wheels with refugees, and two people kicked one side by one, but somehow the refugee's pants got stuck in the chain.

Then the tricycle swayed from side to side and rushed straight into the ditch on the side of the road.

Old-fashioned tricycles don't have handbrakes and foot brakes, and they rely on the stick between their legs to control their speed.

When the car overturned, the stick accidentally crashed between Ou Huang's legs.

This secret Ou Huang didn't say anyone, and when you go to pee with refugees, you have to choose a corner location, and even if you pee bifurcation, you don't go to the doctor.

However, a question has always lingered in Ou Huang's heart.

Are you still a normal man?

Why do you always feel less tough than before?

Always feel less upright than before?

Will there be any adverse effects in the future?

Ten years later, Ou Huang finally found the answer he wanted.

He sighed unlovingly, rubbing his hands over his face vigorously.

"Miss, although you are very beautiful, but unfortunately, I don't like women."

Whoever you like will hurt whomever you like.

Tika was stunned, and then her pretty face became iron blue and distorted, and the thick blood vessels swelled and wriggled like earthworms, making the originally charming face hideous and terrifying.

She has lost her proud capital, and only the last capital can fight.

She was full of confidence in herself, feeling that this was God's favor for her.

If it were someone else, even if the country and the city were overwhelmed, it would only be possible to attract the other party, but in the case of Tika, this "maybe" would be rewritten as "definitely".

In front of her, as long as it is not impossible, it is definitely possible.

Today, however, fate played the biggest joke on her, sending a man to be her opponent, but this man was a.

Ou Huang's fingers opened, and he looked at Tika fixedly, looking at every detail on her body, as if she was finally playing.

Unfortunately, there has been no sign of recovery.

"So ......"

Ou Huang reached into his waist and pulled out a thick, long stick.

It seemed that this weapon was a bit hideous and vicious, so he changed it to a meteor hammer, still thinking that this weapon was inappropriate, and took out a few more.

"You pick one!"

Tika's heart tightened, as if there was a large invisible hand clenching there.

Pick one, shall we?

Is it to ......

Thinking of this, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like it's still working.

So he hurriedly calmed his breath, the raised green tendons on his face quickly faded, and his vicious expression was gentle to death in an instant.

With a wink, he spun around on a few weapons.

This one is a bit long, this one is too thick, this one has too many spines, this one is ......

"Just the one with the bell."

Ou Huang nodded, and then picked up the mourning stick with the soul bell.

"You really have a vision, it won't hurt to use this one."

Tika nodded in surprise, with an expression of impatience.

"Come on, come on, ravage me as much as you like."

Ou Huang shook his head, "Don't worry, I'll be soon." ”

Seeing that the other party poured mana into the mourning stick, the body of the stick swelled rapidly, and then the yin wind rose, the ghost cried wolf, and the two soul bells also grew up, clanging under the wind blowing.

Tika's heart suddenly lifted, he knew this, it was better to choose another one.

But in the next moment, a cold wind swept over, like thousands of icy cow needles, inserting every pore on her body and nailing every muscle in her body.

It's like a gas needle inserted into a ball, the air in the ball snorts out, and the ball deflats at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The same goes for Tika.

The fine needles formed by the yin force vented all her essence, and her originally plump and elastic body quickly dried up.

Even the bones lost their shape and collapsed a little bit by the two skins.

The rope that binds him immediately lost its effect, and Tika was finally free.

But by this time, she was powerless to struggle, let alone stand up.

She squeezed out the last of her strength, like the physical wriggling of her lips on the dried orange peel.

"You're ......"

It's just that at this time, the soul bell rang loudly, and Tika's soul rippled.

The body was already drained, like a fluffy grass, the soul lost its support, and this bell instantly cut off the last trace of connection.

Physiologically, Tika is dead.

Having lost her body, Tika breathed a sigh of relief, because she was a Seraphim archangel and could exist even without her physical body.

However, this time.

Click!

The mourning stick smashed on her heavenly spirit cover, and the soul that had just come out of her body was instantly beaten and scattered all over the sky.

He's dead!

He who dies can't die anymore!

The spirit and soul that permeated the independent space lost its owner in an instant, but at the same time found its own belonging.

Ou Huang trembled, and then trembled again......

Being poured with the essence of life in Tika sounds extremely disgusting, but when it really happens, it is quite comfortable.

Ou Huang followed the Duobao Daoist to learn refining weapons, and there was definitely no shortage of cultivation resources, which was much more abundant than when he was in the Shilipo Sword Sect before.

A body of spirit must be worth it.

But at this moment, Ou Huang felt like a dry sponge, hungry and thirsty to devour everything.

The bottleneck that was already on the edge of the limit burst suddenly, and Ou Huang quickly entered a new realm, which was also filled in the blink of an eye, and once again hit a new realm.

So again and again.

Ou Huang saw one strange and familiar figure after another swirling around him.

They were men and women, old and young, destitute and wealthy......

Oh, and the other one turned out to be myself, yes, when I was just in high school.

Surrounded by more than a dozen people in a circle, Rao is Ou Huang's psychological quality is outstanding, and he still feels extremely terrifying.

This weirdness is not only physiological, but also psychological, but also soul and fate.

It's a feeling that can't be described in words.

But soon, Ou Huang understood.

Each "self" is integrated into him, and the most significant, important, and memorable moments of their life experiences are all in his eyes, and some trivial fragments of other memories remain in his heart.

"These are all my ......"

"I ...... in Other Worlds"

After a long time, Ou Huang opened his eyes in confusion.

He didn't know who he was.

All he knew was that he didn't seem to like women.

[I only know that this eighty percent will be harmonized]

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