Tick, tick......

The rubble sewers, the rain with magical power oozing from the black cracks, constantly hitting the faces of the seven people who were desperately alive, the coolness of the stars reminded everyone of the fact that they were still alive.

Xia Wushuang held the ground with a long knife, trying not to let his weak body fall, stubborn as a bull.

"You're not dead, are you?" I don't know if it's because the space of the sewer here is too large, Xia Wushuang's hoarse voice is constantly echoing in the huge passage, flickering far and near, very ghostly.

"I saved you again, why don't you thank me first?" The voice of the seventh number sounded in Xia Wushuang's ears. This time, his mind was a little calmer, and he no longer spoke with the same magic voice as he had been a few minutes ago.

"What do you have to thank you for...... This newborn magic was supposed to belong to me when I advanced, but after you detained me like this, it almost killed me. Xia Wushuang didn't buy No. 7's account at all, especially after tasting the attributes of the nascent magic power in his soul, he was even more calm.

Because this magic power is completely different from the wind of broken bodies and the blue flame, it spreads a breath of withering and death from the inside out, and ignores the constraints of soul and blood, and directly permeates his body.

If there were still masters who were proficient in physiognomy, seeing Xia Wushuang like this, he might think that he was dead and not far from death.

"Moreover, I said that I was carefully selected, how did I choose the magic that I couldn't control at all?" Accustomed to the meekness of the wind of broken bodies and the blue flame, Xia Wushuang couldn't bear it at all, this "power of death" running around inside and outside his body.

"Don't you like to play games? Don't you understand that the more uncontrollable the force, the more unpredictable it is? No. 7 explained: "The power of death is a mysterious and varied magical power, and its unique attributes are not just suitable for people like you who like to walk a tightrope and show off operations?" ”

Although there was still a little ridicule in No. 7's tone, that trace of long-standing resentment had become much more indifferent with the rain after Xia Wushuang's series of shocking performances in a desperate situation.

"I like to die." Xia Wushuang grinned, and then patted the sweat and rain mixture on his body.

In his sight, Rena and Jiang Liubing had woken up from their vertigo and were slowly adjusting to the darkness of the sewers.

"Isn't that so? No matter how much I try to dissuade me, you will never listen to me. Seven said a little self-deprecatingly, as far as he knew, his host was the only one who didn't pay attention to the system's warnings in the 50 million systems disseminated by the Supergod Host.

It's a miracle that he's survived until now. And he is also cheap, he doesn't have a temper, but he still eats the host, and he doesn't mean to kill Xia Wushuang at all.

"......" No. Seven's self-deprecation successfully touched Xia Wushuang's sensitive nerves at the moment, only to see his strong back suddenly bend a little, and then said to No. Seven in a dejected manner: "I'm sorry, Old Seven." You know the ...... of the Tao"

"You have to, don't you? Within two days, I was tired of hearing this sentence, so I didn't need to repeat it again! Seven rubbed his nose, he never doubted that his host could become a generation of supergod powerhouses. But if there is anything else in this world that can make Xia Wushuang stop on this road of kings, it must be this relationship that is comparable to poison.

Just because of that capable sister, Xia Wushuang had ignored his advice several times and walked a dangerous tightrope on the abyss of absolute death.

"You know I'll say it again...... This is my life. Xia Wushuang responded lightly to No. 7, and after regaining some strength, he slowly pulled the Tang knife, whose blade was almost broken, into the scabbard.

"TM, it's my life, right?" No. Seven was very angry, but he couldn't hate Xia Wushuang because of this, it seemed that after experiencing this series of dangers, he had already become numb.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe with your son!" Xia Wushuang smiled, causing Rena and the others to look sideways.

"! Who wants to be with you?! No. 7 spat Xia Wushuang in the face, but he couldn't hold back the knowing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, the martial arts you chose for me are very good, but why don't you have a description and a name?" Xia Wushuang remembered the two cross slashes he used in danger, the first one was nothing, but the sword technique that divided the earth in the back really made him unable to forget the thrill of being invincible.

"How can I help you choose a skill, and the next skill will definitely not be a martial art! You're an unorthodox elemental mage, can you please not always be unprofessional? Xia Wushuang's superstitious sword in his hand has become another headache for No. 7.

"Don't be funny, you see that the imprint of skills has appeared in my soul, how can it not be the skill you chose for me?" Xia Wushuang is a serious way.

"......" No. 7, who had been in a state of annoyance, finally raised his eyes and saw the pale red mark that suddenly appeared in Xia Wushuang's soul.

The color of this mark is very light, compared to the blood red of the whole body of the "Steel Splitting Flash", it is like a newborn baby, it looks extremely fragile and unstable.

"You're very good at knives?" Depending on the situation, No. 7 suddenly asked.

"The orphanage is so poor that if one child has a serious illness, the other children will starve. I didn't want to drag others down, so I learned kendo with the dean since I was a child, and not only tempered my will, but also trained my body without getting sick. Xia Wushuang hoped that No. 7 would be considerate of himself, so he inadvertently revealed a little more.

But this flattering eye was destined to be thrown in vain, and Seven directly skipped the first half of his elaborate sentences, and fixed his attention on the words he had learned kendo since childhood.

"No wonder you like melee combat, no wonder your character is so fierce, no wonder your soul will have the mark of a new life, it turns out that you have practiced kendo since you were a child, and you have touched the edge of sword intent." No. 7 said a few 'no wonders' in a row, and the slightly agitated mood finally calmed down.

Stopping his fragmented thoughts, No. 7 said to Xia Wushuang one by one: "That's not the skill I chose for you, it's the sword skill that you comprehended with a single move." Of course, without the assistance of the supergod system, this sword skill will only appear when your life is in danger and the inspiration flashes, and then you will slowly forget until you completely forget it. With the Supergod System, I can passively record everything and then melt it into runes or sigils that are engraved in your soul. ”

"So I created a skill of my own?" Xia Wushuang asked in surprise.

"So to speak. However, if you look at its color, you should know that it is not only incomplete, but also unshaped and can collapse at any time. ”

"So I'm holding it like that!" Xia Wushuang directly ignored No. 7's words and silently whispered in his heart.

People are hard to dismantle. No. 7 originally wanted to say something, but seeing that Xia Wushuang had finally returned to that heartless appearance, he suddenly paused the words in his heart, silently held the Codex, and quietly sank into the depths of the Sea of Souls.

"I really envy you, you can talk to the system like this, my system is always cold, except for warnings, it's still warnings!" Rena was used to Xia Wushuang cutting into the scene of the soul talking to No. Seven from time to time, and when she saw that he was standing without speaking, she immediately guessed the reason.

In the darkness, the awakened looked at Xia Wushuang speechlessly. Their situation is similar to Rena's, the system in the soul is more like a computer program, and it is completely impossible to talk and communicate except for some strange tasks.

Perhaps, this is the reason why this man is strong? They couldn't help but think so.

"Then you'd better heed the system's warnings, at least it won't hurt you." Xia Wushuang cut out of the fugue state and responded to Rena lightly.

In the dark corridor, a dazzling light suddenly lit up. Xia Wushuang used the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the surrounding environment, and suddenly turned to Jiang Liubing and Rena and asked, "What do you have in your storage space?" Are there pesticides? ”

(BC: I'm really sorry everyone, today Xiao Dongfang went to Huanglongxi to listen to the male god say that he went to comment on the book, but he came back a little late, and the update was so watery.) However, the book has been changed to A, and from tomorrow, Dongfang will be a 'diligent' writer to ensure three changes a day...... Oh no, what's it like to be swollen twice a day? ）