Author: Going to the Winter

"I mean!" Naruf reacted slowly and easily flashed through an oncoming soul ahead.

But it was too close to Diapolo almost hit her head, and slapped her away, and he dodged in Naruf's direction.

"Naruf, if you want to move, direct the direction in advance!"

"The left rudder!" Naruf shouted.

"What did he say?" Diapolo's voice was clear.

Yi Cha pulled her to the left gently.

Suddenly, in the last words of the soul echoing throughout the "road", he heard a gentle neighing from behind him.

"What trouble are you in? Do you want to help?" Naruf shouted.

"Just help, don't look back." Yicha said.

He listened carefully and made a quick judgment.

The one who came was the Long Mane Nightmare, three, black. The Long Mane Nightmare was only the Black.

The evil Tianma who outlines the purple flames is very fast, but only very fast. He can only kick and fly and crush. Among the law enforcement officers in the "welfare center", he is a very low-level and weak power.

He listened with his ears, and when the sound of the horse's hooves could not be closer, his breath blew above his head - just a sign that they were raising their front hooves and kicking his head.

The "last rainbow" surged out of his hand, slashed backwards and pushed.

Three loud roars spread like water waves came from behind, and soon disappeared without a trace.

There is no way to look back and observe. However, judging from the sound, this small crisis should be resolved.

It seems that as long as they maintain this forward method and speed, the abnormalities and incoming law enforcement levels created by their movement are completely within the range that they can handle.

"Ahh! What's ahead?" Naruf shouted.

...

There was a large patch of light pink mist in front of me.

There is a giant dark brown turntable slowly rotating in the mist. It is about the size of a lake, more than a hundred feet tall, and a large diamond-shaped opening on the side, like a special toy of some kind of planet-sized creature.

They could only see a small part of the turntable side. A large piece of moving brown in their eyes blocked the way forward.

"Are we going to go around?" Naruf asked loudly.

"I can't get around it. This is the only way to go to Wangchuan. The 'fresh turntable'. There is an entrance next to it, just go in slowly. Just go in slowly." I check the answer. This official agency has no permanent staff. You just need to go in normally...

"Oh! He was sucked away!" Diapolo shouted.

Actually, what he said was not too late. Naruf entered was not too fast. It was just a little faster.

In addition, there is a "road" that penetrates along the front of the turntable, and the space vector vectors contained change the direction of their thrust.

Yicha saw Naruf staggering forward and shoveling away four ordinary demon souls flowing along the way, and were sucked into a diamond-shaped door of the "Fresh Turntable".

Oops.

This should attract further attention from the "welfth house". The next wave of law enforcement officers who come here should not only be the long-maned nightmare level.

As the turntable turned, the diamond-shaped door moved away from them to the left.

To catch Diapolo, carefully avoid the two passing demon souls, and move them into the diamond-shaped door on the right at a constant speed.

"Be patient for a while, don't teleport away." Yicha reminded.

"Just look at me, boss."

"I can't watch you inside."

"Ah? Why?"

Then they entered the "fresh turntable" and were dispersed.

Scattered in a large crowd of souls - the most luxurious in the turntable than the Chaos Hell, the sulfur bathhouse that is only open for six hours every six weeks is even more crowded.

Crowded with souls.

Like the name of "Fresh Turntable", a fresh strong wind blows from below.

If the soul has a skirt, you should be able to see many beautiful thighs or femoral joints at this time.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... A tall and strong soul of the hate demon was firmly attached to Yicha's back, sobbing.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe...Three charming and slim demon souls held hands, and three eyesless heads squeezed into his chest and laughed at him.

All kinds of noises that cannot be avoided.

The fresh wind blew to check the pounding of my chest.

The "Fresh Turntable" is a necessary node for all souls to complete the arrival of the world. Here, all souls will be pre-processed to make them suitable for entering Wangchuan.

The souls that go out here will be sent directly to Wangchuan for memory, age, and physical experience resetting, and then fall from Wangchuan to complete the process of coming to the world.

Once you enter the "freshing turntable", the soul will be activated to the most active, sensitive and childish state - these three indicators can be collectively called "freshness".

At the same time, the soul will be layered from the inside to the outside according to different freshness.

The most "freshest" soul will be divided into the outermost layer and leave first. The more you stay inside, the more you need to blow the fresh wind until the freshness rises to a level that you can receive resetting and can be released.

Everything is fully automatic. Therefore there is no need to explain too much to Naruf and Diapolo. There is no need to call them here.

He has judged his position and Naruf's position by checking.

He should be very out of the way and doesn't have to wait for long to get out. Naruf should have been too - but he fell in a bit violently, so Yucha was worried that he would be squeezed in the middle because of this. The next group of pursuers might be on the road, and it would be bad if he was still squeezed here and couldn't move.

"Dear, buzz."

He heard a familiar voice.

By the way... Xiao Beizebu was absolutely awake under the whirlwind of the fresh wind.

She snatched in his ears. A hundred souls squeezed him firmly, and the turntable carried them to stagger.

"I love you um." Xiao Beizebu said sincerely.

It should be the effect of the fresh wind.

"It's really time. Bezierya."

Yi Cha shook his head and failed to shake her away. The lack of respect in his tone was also the effect of a fresh wind.

"This is the best time!! I'll talk to you! If you don't listen, I'll beat you to death!!" Little Beizebu quickly fell into anger.

Beizeb could always get furious during a few conversations with him, not knowing whether it was her problem or his own.

"You are just a piece of debris. Bezierya. When we go back, you will return to your body. If she doesn't accept you, you will be annihilated. Nothing we say now means."

The state brought by the fresh wind is indeed unusual. It is hard to imagine that I would talk to Bethieb like this - even a small fragment of soul.

"What's wrong with the fragment? I love your fragment the most. Do you know why I'm here? Because of the 'original'. Haha, if you have to call that, my 'original' threw away this part. Just when she was about to kill you, but I love you, so I appeared by your side again."

"So that's the case. I don't care."

It's so damn. He actually said this.

"To be precise: I only care about the principle behind this process." He found himself adding.

"I'm sad," said Little Beesib.
Chapter completed!