blogombal Chapter 172 Angelic Martial Soul, Not Familiar at All
Chapter 172 Angelic Martial Soul, Not Familiar at All
Chapter 172 Angelic Martial Soul, Not Familiar at All
Yu Mengdi also began to have doubts. Coupled with Huo Yuhao's handsome face and his sincere gaze, she began to wonder if it was really her problem.
It was because I was thinking about Huo Yuhao that when I actually heard the news that he was coming, my body went out of control of my brain and I turned into that embarrassing state on my own.
Or perhaps, that bastard Huo Yuhao actually possesses some kind of hypnotic ability, and his body has already been... well, you know.
However, he sealed away the memories of the process using evil means, which is why this strange situation has occurred.
The more Yu Mengdi thought about it, the more her scalp tingled with fear. In her dreadful state, she even forgot that she had been holding onto Huo Yuhao's hand tightly, pressing it into her bath towel.
Huo Yuhao ignored the look of terror on Yu Mengdi's face. While enjoying the smooth and soft touch on his fingertips, he channeled his soul power into her body, carefully examining every change in her body.
His other hand wasn't idle either. Seeing her still-damp hair, he reached out and gently stroked it, while simultaneously channeling the Fire Dragon King's energy within him to divert Yu Mengdi's attention, saying:
"Why did you come out in such a hurry? You didn't even dry your hair."
This sudden, almost gentle treatment caused Yu Mengdi, who was still caught in self-doubt and fear, to have her mind go blank for a second.
A strange thought popped into my head uncontrollably: it would be nice if this guy could always treat me this gently.
In that case, even if one were to become a puppy, it wouldn't seem like such an unacceptable problem. After all, many others might want to be puppies but don't even have the right to.
"!"
Startled by her own thought, Yu Mengdi felt a surge of inexplicable excitement, as if she had opened a door to a new world.
Especially when she saw Huo Yuhao's face so close to hers, her longing grew even stronger.
The other person's warm palm pressed against her lower abdomen, as if a blazing flame had risen, making her mouth and throat dry.
A deep, eerie blue light flashed in those originally bright golden eyes.
"Wake up."
A slightly hurried call rang in her ears, waking her from her dazed state.
Yu Mengdi suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had unknowingly slumped halfway down onto Huo Yuhao.
What's worse, the already loosely wrapped bath towel was half-undone, revealing large expanses of alluring white flesh on her full breasts.
Seeing that she had finally regained consciousness, Huo Yuhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said somewhat helplessly, "Now I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Before hearing those two pieces of news that I don't want to hear," Yu Mengdi's voice suddenly turned cold, "can you tell me if you didn't change your clothes just now?"
Seeing Yu Mengdi's murderous gaze, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but show an embarrassed expression.
"I've already evaporated it with my soul power, and besides, it's from your body, so you can't possibly still complain, can you?"
"Shut up!"
Yu Mengdi was filled with shame and indignation, and glared fiercely at Huo Yuhao:
"Right now, while I'm taking another shower, change out of these clothes! And don't you dare take that outfit back with you; I have to destroy it myself!"
As the bathroom door slammed shut, Huo Yuhao shrugged helplessly, quickly took off his clothes, and took out new ones from his storage soul tool to put on.
As for his underwear, he certainly wasn't perverted enough to keep it; he still had a sense of propriety.
Inside the bathroom, Yu Mengdi's face was flushed, and she leaned weakly against the bathroom door, her chest heaving violently as she breathed rapidly. It took her a long time to recover.
She had no idea how bold she had been just now, as if she wanted to take advantage of Huo Yuhao. The feeling of losing control made her feel both ashamed and scared.
After changing his clothes, Huo Yuhao walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then gently knocked a few times.
After composing myself, I made sure my voice sounded as calm and gentle as possible: "Now let's talk about what exactly happened."
After a while, a muffled sound came from the bathroom.
"Just tell me, I...I'm listening."
After a long silence, Huo Yuhao finally seemed to have organized his thoughts and explained softly, "Don't be afraid of what I'm about to say."
Yu Mengdi, who had already slid back into the bathtub and enveloped herself in the warm water, unconsciously twitched the corner of her mouth upon hearing this.
Scared?
What could possibly frighten or humiliate her more than what she had just experienced?
She now feels that she can face anything with equanimity.
"I am an angel, how could I be afraid? Just say what you have to say."
Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It's about the contract we signed before. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, some subtle changes have occurred."
Simply put, you may now be the spokesperson for the undead demiplane. More precisely, a wisp of the undead demiplane's essence has been attached to you through a contract.
However, the origin of the undead demiplane is a glimmer of light contained within death, and this power has created a certain conflict with the origin of your martial soul.
If this continues, your martial spirit will likely be assimilated by this power, eventually mutating and turning into a Death Angel or something similar...
boom--
Before Huo Yuhao could finish speaking, a loud splashing sound suddenly came from the bathroom, followed by Yu Mengdi's high-pitched, tearful voice.
"Huo Yuhao, explain yourself clearly! What's wrong with my Angelic Martial Soul?"
Lying in the bathtub, Yu Mengdi was utterly on the verge of tears.
Huo Yuhao, that bastard, definitely did it on purpose!
His own Angelic Martial Soul, the Angelic Martial Soul that represents light and justice, was about to fall so easily?
Mom, I'm sorry.
I can no longer be the pure, kind, and righteous little angel in your heart; I will become a little dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy by the great demon king Huo Yuhao.
You'll be forced to do all sorts of evil things for him, and you might even be forced to have a litter of babies for him!
Huo Yuhao was also startled by Yu Mengdi's violent reaction, but even if he broke the contract with her now, it would be of no use.
The assimilation process has already begun and will gradually deepen as one uses the other as a spatial coordinate each time.
If the other party follows him into the undead demiplane a few more times, that angelic martial soul will probably be completely transformed.
After calming down and reflecting on the unexpected turn of events, Huo Yuhao realized that it was inextricably linked to his transplantation of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well into the Undead Demiplane.
The world, which was originally filled with the aura of death, was further stimulated to evolve in the undead demiplane by the infusion of the vast and abundant life energy.
Moreover, compared to his previous life when he had absolute control over the undead demiplane, he is now merely the successor designated by his teacher, Electrox, and only has the right to use it.
This is why he didn't notice the spontaneous evolutionary behavior of the undead demiplane immediately.
This is also related to his actions at the time in the undead demiplane, where he used death and dark energy to form a contract.
This unintentionally made the contract a seed for the undead demiplane to attach itself to the Douluo plane.
Just as the operation of the undead demiplane requires the light energy from the outside world to maintain balance, this needs to be passively replenished by creatures entering and leaving the plane, and the replenishment will stop when the internal energy is saturated.
But now, the primal power appearing on Yu Mengdi is like the undead demiplane having an additional branch in the main world that can draw more light.
Once Yu Mengdi's body has fully adapted and she returns to the undead demiplane, the pure light power within her may be able to break its original balance and limits, producing new chemical changes.
It's not impossible that this could even lead to a further transformation of the entire undead demiplane.
However, since it was ultimately his own fault, even if the other party's martial spirit became stronger as a result.
Huo Yuhao still spoke through the door to reassure her, "You don't need to worry so much. Even if your martial soul has completely mutated, its origin is still light."
Moreover, the undead demiplane itself is very special. In the end, your martial soul should be light mixed with the aura of death, and it is not considered an evil martial soul.
Furthermore, even in darkness, one's heart yearns for the light. Are you, a member of the angelic race, going to judge whether someone is an evil spirit master solely based on their martial spirit?
Listening to Huo Yuhao's seemingly eloquent but ultimately nonsensical ramblings outside the door, Yu Mengdi felt speechless.
You despicable bastard, it's not you who mutated your martial soul, of course you can talk like that without any remorse.
And they even spout such grandiose nonsense as "being in darkness but yearning for the light"!
Hearing Huo Yuhao's obviously guilty and humble words of comfort, Yu Mengdi felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if all the grievances and humiliations she had suffered had been released.
Moreover, his martial soul has mutated, making it definitely stronger than before.
Wouldn't that bring me one step closer to my plan to lock that bastard Huo Yuhao in a dark room and whip his buttocks with a small leather whip?
Thinking of this, Yu Mengdi couldn't help but smile with a sense of justice. Sure enough, even when she was stuck in the mud, she still maintained an extremely upright heart.
Severely punishing Huo Yuhao, this two-faced and evil person, so that he can completely reform, must be a sacred mission given to her by the Angel God in the dark.
She even felt that the angelic blood flowing through her veins was boiling over because of this lofty sense of mission, and that the flow of blood was accelerating.
In the palm that extended above the water, a ball of eerie blue flame suddenly ignited, and as the flame flickered, it seemed as if one could hear the distant tolling of an evening bell.
That's right, this must be the death knell that heralds Huo Yuhao's demise!
Angelic Martial Soul? I'm really not familiar with that.
I've been a death angel for a long time.
Hearing no further movement from inside, Huo Yuhao assumed that Yu Mengdi needed time to calm down on her own. He scratched his cheek and said uncertainly in a low voice:
"I've tidied up the clothes I took off and put them on the sofa. I'll be leaving now. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me anytime. I'll do my best to help you."
"……I see."
A rather indifferent response came from the bathroom.
Only after receiving a reply did Huo Yuhao open the door and leave with a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he felt that the other party was quite reasonable, at least they didn't actually rush out and fight him again.
Fortunately, because Liehuo Xingjiaoshu insisted on continuing to show off with the other immortal herbs inside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, Xiaotaojie didn't come out with him.
Otherwise, in that ambiguous and awkward situation, something truly terrible might have happened.
Only after hearing the door close did Yu Mengdi tiptoe out of the bathroom.
Her gaze fell on the neatly folded clothes on the sofa, and a hint of annoyance and embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
He took a few steps forward, grabbed the clothes with a disgusted expression, and was about to unleash his righteous angelic flame to burn this thing tainted with evil to ashes.
When Yu Mengdi felt the lingering warmth of Huo Yuhao's body on the fabric, her throat bobbed involuntarily, and her movements stopped.
She subconsciously brought the clothes to her nose, and a scent mixed with a faint aroma of tea and the other person's unique fragrance filled her nostrils, making her cheeks flush again. She muttered softly:
"Burning it in the room will leave ashes that are difficult to dispose of. Let's wait until I go out and find a secluded spot to do it."
Before he could finish speaking, the clothes belonging to Huo Yuhao disappeared with a flash of light from the storage soul tool on his wrist.
After doing all this, Yu Mengdi glanced around nervously a few times to make sure she was alone in the room before patting her burning cheeks and spitting lightly into the air.
"You little rascal..."
……
The seventh floor of the Star Emperor Hotel.
dong dong dong-
The dull knocking echoed in the quiet corridor. Ling Luochen stared at the still-closed door, his handsome brows furrowed, a strange unease rising in his heart.
Since the last time, under Xianlin'er's guidance, the group of them set up that tacitly agreed-upon schedule, things have been much more peaceful lately.
Although the daytime was still Huo Yuhao's free time, they all tacitly agreed not to deliberately disturb him, and only made arrangements for the night.
However, every girl who spent the night in Huo Yuhao's room would tacitly wait until the sun was high in the sky before leaving the next day, to enjoy each other's tenderness.
But now, it should be her turn, Ling Luochen.
(End of this chapter)