Although he was tied tightly and could not exert any strength, Tiqi still tried his best to move his head and pose, rising and falling and swaying from side to side like a maggot pupa.
Ouhuang's whole body felt hot at the beginning, his blood was surging, and the scorching hot air flowed straight from his lower abdomen to his mind. The turbid air exhaled from his nostrils was dry, and his lips were chapped.
thirsty!
Thirst!
It is in urgent need of nourishment and gentle caress.
But I don't know why, this heat was released in an instant like a floodgate, and finally a coolness came back, making Ou Huang tremble three times.
Then, sage mode.
Who is this woman?
Why isn't she wearing clothes?
The rope tied around the body is quite professional...
Why do you think she is so ugly?
Ou Huang fell into philosophical thinking.
A long time ago, he was pondering a question...
When I was a kid, I was riding a three-wheeler with a refugee. The two of us were riding on one side, and for some reason, the refugee’s trousers 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 do not have hand or foot brakes, and rely entirely on the stick between the legs to control the speed.
When the car overturned, the stick accidentally hit Ou Huang between his legs.
No one in Ouhuang told this secret. When he went to pee with the refugees, he had to choose a corner spot, and even if he peeed for split ends, he didn't go to the doctor.
However, a question always lingers in Ou Huang's mind.
Are you still a normal man?
Why do you always feel that you are not as tough as before?
Do you always feel that you are not as upright as before?
Will it have any adverse effects in the future?
After ten years, Ou Huang finally found the answer he wanted.
He sighed helplessly, covering his face with his hands and rubbing them vigorously.
"Miss, although you are very beautiful, it's a pity that I don't like women."
He will harm whomever he likes.
Diqi was stunned, and then his pretty face turned livid and distorted. The thick blood vessels swelled and wriggled like earthworms, making the originally charming face become ferocious and terrifying.
She has lost her impressive capital, and only her last capital can be used to fight.
She was full of confidence in herself and felt that this was God's favor for her.
If it were someone else, it would only be possible to attract the other party even if the country was conquered, but if it were Tiche, this "possible" would be rewritten as "certain".
In front of her, anything that is not absolutely impossible is definitely possible.
But today, fate played the biggest joke on her, sending a man to be her rival, but this man was gay.
Ouhuang opened his fingers and looked at Tiqi intently, looking at every detail on her body, as if he was fiddling with her for the last time.
Unfortunately, there are still no signs of recovery.
"so……"
Ou Huang reached into his waist and pulled out a thick and long stick.
It seemed that this weapon was a bit ferocious and vicious, so he changed it to a meteor hammer. Still feeling that this weapon was inappropriate, he took out a few more.
"You choose one!"
Diqi's heart tightened, as if there was an invisible big hand grabbing violently.
Choose one?
Is it going to...
Thinking of this, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems to still be effective.
So he quickly calmed down his breath, and the raised veins on his face quickly disappeared, and his fierce expression became so gentle in an instant.
With a wink, he looked around at several weapons.
This one is a bit long, this one is too thick, this one has too many thorns, this one...
"Just the one with the bell."
Ou Huang nodded, and then picked up the mourning stick with the soul-calling bell.
"You really have a good sense. It won't hurt if you use this one."
Tiqi nodded in surprise, showing an impatient expression.
"Come on, come on, ravage me to your heart's content."
Ou Huang shook his head, "Don't worry, I'll be quick."
Seeing the opponent pour mana into the mourning stick, the stick expanded rapidly, and then a dark wind blew up, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the two soul-calling bells grew up, tinkling and clanging in the wind.
Tiqi's heart suddenly lifted. If he had known this, he might as well have chosen another one.
But the next moment, a cold wind swept over her, as if thousands of fine needles condensed with ice were inserted into every pore of her body, nailing every muscle in her body.
Just like an air needle inserted into a ball, the air in the ball leaked out, and the ball deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The same goes for Tyche.
The fine needles formed by the Yin force vented all the energy and spirit in her body, and her originally plump and elastic body quickly shriveled up.
Even the bones lost their shape and collapsed a little bit under the pressure of the two skins.
The dragon rope tied to his body immediately lost its effectiveness, and Tyche was finally free.
But at this time, she was unable to struggle, let alone stand up.
She squeezed out the last bit of strength, and her lips moved physically like dried orange peel.
"You actually..."
But at this time, the soul-calling bell rang loudly, and Tiqa's soul rippled.
The body had been drained of energy and spirit, like a clump of grass withered, and the soul had lost its support. The ringing of the bell instantly cut off the last trace of connection.
Physically, Tyche is dead.
After losing her body, Tyche breathed a sigh of relief, because she is a six-winged archangel and can still exist even without her body.
But this time.
Click!
The mourning stick hit her heavenly spirit cap, and her soul that had just left her body was instantly scattered all over the sky.
died!
The dead can no longer die!
The spirit and spirit that permeated the independent space instantly lost its owner, but at the same time found its own home.
Ou Huang trembled all over, and then trembled again...
Having Tiqi's life essence pouring all over your body sounds extremely disgusting, but when it actually happens, it's quite comfortable.
Ou Huang studied weapon refining with Taoist Duobao, and there must be no shortage of training resources. They were much more abundant than when he was in the Shilipo Sword Sect before.
Your energy and energy are definitely worth it.
But at this moment, Ouhuang felt like a dry sponge, devouring everything hungrily.
The bottleneck that was originally on the edge of the limit suddenly broke, and Ouhuang quickly entered a new realm. This realm was also filled in the blink of an eye, and once again hit a new realm.
So again and again.
Ou Huang saw strange yet familiar figures lingering around him one after another.
They are men and women, old and young, poor and rich...
Oh, and the other one turned out to be myself. Yes, it was me when I first entered high school.
Being surrounded by more than a dozen people in a circle, despite Ou Huang's excellent psychological quality, he still felt extremely frightened.
This kind of weirdness is not only a physiological level, but also a psychological level, but also a soul level and a fate level.
This is a feeling that cannot be described in words.
But soon, Ou Huang understood.
Every "self" is integrated into him. The most significant, important and unforgettable moments in their life experiences are all in front of their eyes, and other memories also have some trivial fragments stuck in their hearts.
"These are actually me..."
"Me in other worlds..."
After a long time, Ou Huang opened his eyes in confusion.
He doesn't know who he is.
All he knew was that he didn't seem to like women.
[I only know that 80% of the time this one will be harmonized]