Han Ming chose a thatched pavilion. The fastest update novel
The pavilion is transparent on all sides, with four long bead curtains hanging, which float slightly in the breeze.
The furnishings inside are quite simple. There is a square straw mat on the ground in the center, and a long wooden table is placed on it.
Han Ming stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky. The sky was covered with grayness, and ashes continued to fall from the sky.
A thick layer of dust gradually accumulated on the ground.
"well……"
He sighed, closed his eyes slightly, and raised his hands into the air.
The magic power in the body is circulating, and the skin outside the body begins to fall off.
Magic power rippled in the air, induced the elemental power between heaven and earth, coming from all directions.
Han Shuang stood quietly aside and watched, looking at Han Ming's disengaged skin, and couldn't help but frown.
A large dark cloud gradually condensed in the air.
As the dark clouds became thicker, finally rain fell.
Wash the ashes floating in the air, and the rain falls on the ground and gathers into streams.
It washed away the thick ashes on the ground and flowed straight into the distance.
Standing in the pavilion, Han Ming quietly watched the rain outside, and his mood finally calmed down a little.
This rain took several hours at a time.
When the rain stopped, the sky was still endless darkness, but the ashes were gone.
The air was filled with the smell of fresh soil.
"The air is much cleaner now."
Han Shuang said from the side.
Han Ming smiled, walked to the pavilion, and sat cross-legged on the square straw mat.
Han Shuang came to the front, bent down slightly, looked at Han Ming's bloody body, and frowned and said, "Just just for the rain, why bother me so hard."
Han Ming smiled but did not answer.
"Take off your shirt and I'll check your injuries for you."
Han Ming took off his shirt in response, and his chest and back had no skin, only his broken muscles were exposed.
Blood flowed down the body.
Han Shuang looked at this scene and nodded slightly: "Wait for me for a while. You can rest here first."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Han Ming waved his hand to condense a water ball, soaked his shirt, twisted two more hands to remove the excess water.
Wipe two hands gently on your body and wipe off the blood.
This action touched the wound and caused a stinging pain.
Han Ming had no expression on his face, as if the injured body belonged to someone else, not his own.
He laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am becoming less and less like a human being. I am injured too many times.
There is little pain that can touch me."
Take out a rope from the storage bag, tie it to two wooden pillars in the grass hall, and put the clothes on.
Turning back to the straw mat, gently waved his left hand in front of him, and the water curtain scroll appeared.
Holding an ice pen in his right hand, he took a deep breath and began to write and draw on the scroll.
After the first successful creation of the demon arm, Han Ming is already somewhat proficient.
This time the progress is quite fast and it takes a lot less time.
About an hour later, Han Ming was immersed in the artistic conception of writing, and Han Shuang took a step back gently.
He was holding a few inconspicuous plants in his hand.
Seeing that Han Ming was addicted to writing, he didn't bother him and sat peacefully in a corner on the edge of the grass hall.
Put the herbs into your mouth and chew them slowly, take out a small bowl, and spit the chewed leaves into the bowl.
He took another plant and put it in his mouth and continued to chew it.
After chewing all the plants, put them together in a bowl, take out a small piece of fold from your waist and a small pile of dry firewood.
Light the fire and turn it on, ignite the firewood, hold the small bowl directly in your right hand and bake it on the fire.
Gradually, the herbs in the bowl evaporate the moisture and turn into crushed powder.
He glanced at Han Ming, got up and went out again.
After a while, a small wooden barrel came in my hand.
There were obviously several small cracks at the bottom of the barrel, and water droplets kept dripping.
After taking a look at the water in the wooden barrel, Han Shuang frowned.
"Han, you can transform some water. The water quality of this sub-demon world is worse than that of another layer."
Han Ming kept paying attention to Han Shuang's movements and stood up and walked away.
Looking into the wooden barrel, there was a pool of black and dirty smelly water inside, sticky and emitting an unpleasant smell.
"You demon soldiers have been drinking this kind of thing all the time?"
Han Ming asked.
Han Shuang smiled: "This place is not as good as the human world. It is really not easy to find water with less impurities.
Even the water-based necromancer is a rich dark matter in the water that has been transformed.
The taste is not very good.
Fortunately, with you, the human wizard, I will be blessed to taste the clear water in the future.”
When Han Ming heard this, he sighed again.
Pour out the stinky water from the wooden barrel, and waved his hand and a water column was poured into the wooden barrel.
Looking at the clear and cold water, Han Shuang's eyes flashed with excitement.
Roll up the sleeves with both hands, revealing the smooth and white forearms.
The pair of flawless, weak and boneless hands, and ten slender fingers gathered together, and a handful of water was directly lifted out from the wooden barrel.
"Help me tie my hair up."
Han Ming hesitated for a moment, finally stretched out his hands and grabbed Han Shuang's long hanging hair from left and right.
It was tied to the back and tied it into a high-profile ponytail. Two fingers twisted, and a small ice ring tied the hair.
Han Shuang smiled sweetly, lowered her head, gently sucked the clear water held by her hands into her mouth and swallowed it into her abdomen.
He picked up a handful of clean water again and drank it again.
After five times in a row, he let out a satisfied sigh.
“It tastes so good.”
Han Ming smiled and didn't say anything.
I thought to myself that there are people in this world who are so happy because of a mouthful of water.
I can't tell whether it's a relief or a sadness on my face.
Han Ming was not originally a person who was worried about nothing.
Everything he did was for his own selfish desires, nothing more than to protect the earth and his lovely hometown.
But as I gradually penetrated into the other world, I saw more and more human feelings.
Not only did I not feel hated about this world, but I loved it more and more.
He fell in love with this world and the people in this world.
He began to become sentimental, became aware of others, and felt sorry for strangers who had nothing to do with him.
Whenever he sees someone suffering, Han Ming feels very distressed.
He understands this feeling and pain.
It is precisely because the more you understand and the deeper you understand, the more sympathize you will be.
They just like the sun, the green grass, the clear water, the clear air and the breeze.
But this most basic condition has become their greatest luxury and dream.
Nothing else, just to allow them to enjoy everything that ordinary people should enjoy.
I, Han Ming, must help these demon soldiers in the Asian Demon Realm.
The purple demon spread his arms, closed his eyes, and looked up to enjoy the air in the human world.
It has always been deeply imprinted in Han Ming's mind and cannot be erased for a long time.
He didn't know much about why Zi Yao was so crazy about the human world.
He once said more than once that the sky in this human world is so blue.
The whole world is full of colorful, green trees, red flowers, and white clouds.
After entering the Asian Demon Realm, Han Ming understood.
I really understand.
While pondering, Han Shuang had already washed the water into the powder in the bowl.
"Han, the next scene may not be very good. If you don't like it, you can just turn it over."
Han Ming shook his head slightly, thinking that the demon soldiers from the sub-demon world lived in such an environment, so long.
As a human, why can't I accept everything here?
Seeing that Han Ming did not move, Han Shuang pouted and sprinkled a small seed with her right hand.
The seeds take root and sprout in the courtyard, turning into a huge black flower.
The petals spread out, revealing a hideous face.
A pair of dark eyes were looking around.
Han Shuang walked to the petals and handed the bowl over.
The flower opened its mouth and spit out a large ball of black mucus into the bowl in one mouthful.
Wave again, the flowers shrink and turn into a small seed and fly back into your hand.
The index finger inserted into the bowl and stirred it quickly for a while.
Seeing that Han Ming had been watching his movements, Han Shuang smiled cunningly, lowered her head, spit a drop of saliva into the bowl, and continued to stir.
"What this flower spits out helps shrink your flesh and blood, and when your body breaks again.
The situation will be alleviated, and my saliva has special effects.”
After stirring, he walked closer with the medicine bowl and said, "Sit down."
Han Ming nodded and sat cross-legged.
Han Shuang reached into the bowl with her right hand, took out a handful of black and sticky medicinal porridge, and began to apply it seriously on Han Ming.
This medicine porridge is cool and clear, accompanied by slight itching.
Han Ming knew that this was a reflection of the beginning of the body's healing.
It was like doing an extremely delicate needlework, Han Shuang lowered her head, her beautiful eyes were particularly careful.
The chances of scattered black hair hanging down, making it look unique.
Han Ming thought to himself that if Han Shuang was not cruel, she would be like a lady from a wealthy family.
Needless to say, his appearance is very decent, his behavior is very decent, his graceful figure and a sweet smile.
No one can associate her with the infamous Pamichel.
Han Ming said, "You have always yearned for being a real human being.
Although your body is almost the same as that of humans, the most important thing is your heart.
If you can be like this all your life, you will definitely be more popular."
Han Shuang had already come to Han Ming's back and gently applied it on his back.
A sweet smile: "Do you like it?"
Han Ming smiled: "I am just a passerby in your life.
Perhaps it can be said that I am a passerby in many people's lives.
Maybe I will leave a strong mark in their lives.
But it was just a flash in the pan after all.
I carry too much, and I can't see yesterday clearly, nor tomorrow clearly.
I don’t know when I will die in the wilderness one day, and no one will care about it ever since.
The storm is in turmoil and there is no place to live. Perhaps the person like me is talking about.
I have no future and I don't expect love.
I would never have had such ridiculous thoughts before, but now I have.
It can allow others to live peacefully and allow them to enjoy their own lives.
But my biggest goal at the moment."
Han Shuang looked at Han Ming's scarred back with heartache and couldn't help but lie on her.
Han Ming's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he gently moved away.
"Are you tired?"
Han Ming smiled and said, "I've been tired for a long time. But I can't stop.
Maybe this is my fate. From the beginning of my first step, I am destined to be unable to turn back.
You still have a chance to be a normal person.
If you give up killing, you will also meet a man who truly loves you.
You will enjoy sweet and bitter love, get married and have children, and have children and grandchildren.
And my goal is to give you and people like you so much protection.
Someone always has to stand up and be a scavenger. If I don’t do it, who will do it?
There is a saying in my hometown that is very good. If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell.”
Han Shuang shook her head gently: "Those were what I had expected before.
But now, I only know that it’s so happy and happy to be by your side. That’s enough.”
Han Ming smiled and said, "I'm not suitable for you. You are not suitable for me either."
Han Shuang nodded: "That's not afraid, I will kill anyone who is suitable for you.
Whoever you are suitable for, I will kill whoever I will.
Even if you kill all the women in the world, as long as you can accept me, I will do it.
Even if you still don’t like me in the end, you fall in love with a man.
I will kill all men in the world, and from now on, there will be only you and me in this world.
Isn’t it right for you?”
When Han Ming heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, as cold as frost.
Han Shuang seemed to feel Han Ming's abnormality, and she felt that she was speechless and hurriedly said, "I... I was joking.
You don't take it seriously."
Han Ming said in a cold tone: "I have told you my greatest dream.
You'd better not say this kind of thing again, and you'd better let this kind of thought be dispelled from now on.
Otherwise, you will be the first person I, Han Ming, want to kill.
Since I am ready to treat you as a friend, I hope you don’t force me.”
Han Shuang nodded quickly, feeling aggrieved and didn't know what to say to defend herself.
Han Ming sighed, got up and put on the clothes again.
"Ask you something, do you remember the first time I saw you?
It seemed that someone suddenly broke into Rose Villa and hurt you.
No matter how much affection a person has for others at first sight, he will not be willing to delay opening the second floor entrance for him.
Cause yourself of death.
I know someone is coercing you.
That person, are those six pieces of destruction butterfly?"
Han Shuang nodded and said, "Yes, she attacked me at that time.
And threaten to obey your arrangements, otherwise you will kill me.
But I didn't compromise.
In the end, I decided to help you because you gave me the potion for transformation."
When Han Ming heard this, he thought secretly.
Why does this Damaged Color Butterfly have to help itself?
It shouldn't be as simple as just getting the Flower of Life and Death by yourself.
Otherwise, why would she have to work so hard and come to her directly and offer conditions?
These six pieces of destruction of colorful butterflies are really not simple.
If it weren't for her that I had asked for it, I wouldn't let her stay by my side.
There are endless troubles.
Now, it is time to think about how to launch a rescue plan.