Zongman: I forced the exorcist to join the chat group

Those who often communicate with the opposite sex in a simple and easy way know how to distinguish between a girl and a wife, and suddenly patting a girl's butt.

You may get a puzzled look.

As for the wife.

She will be very considerate to help find a better way.

As a result, Izumi Miori gave Shiraishichuan the feeling of a young... innocent young woman who had never had sex. That barrier really existed.

Including the red color that represents the identity of a girl.

"This..."

Shiraishichuan felt a little strange at this time, and all kinds of thoughts rose in his heart. Sagiri and Miori's wife were made of the same mold.

The possibility of adoption can basically be discarded.

Turning her head to notice Shiraishikawa's strange expression, Izumi Miori blushed and stammered: "Sagiri is indeed my daughter."

"But..."

"It's my dead ex-husband. There's no...nothing like that...Sagiri is a little weak, it's...caused by IVF."

A widow with the buff of a pure girl.

It can only be said that the attack speed attribute is full, especially with the beautiful face of Izumi Miori's wife, it is really good to take her as the God of Joy.

Give her some divine power.

It can effectively improve the overall quality of the body, at least the combat ability can be slightly increased. Thinking of this, Shiraishikawa decisively used the skill.

Pink light.

Concentrating the divinity in the palm of his hand, the living room was instantly shrouded in an ambiguous atmosphere, and Izumi Miori, who was not particularly skilled in housework, was completely liberated.

Completely liberate nature.

Take the initiative in the decisive battle.

Smooth.

Very smooth!

The ritual that helped Izumi Miori become the God of Joy was frozen at nearly 12 o'clock in the evening, relying on the exorcist's energy Max skill.

The endless holy light.

While completely purifying her soul, it also overflowed because it was filled up. The overall effect was quite good, especially for becoming a superhuman.

The fatigue and dark circles from staying up late to draw comics were instantly cleared.

Even her mental outlook was greatly improved. At this moment, Izumi Miori was a real wife, radiant and moving.

Bright.

As sweet as a peach.

"From now on, you are a real superhuman. At least in our world, you don't have to worry about encountering evil spirits."

Shiraishi looked at Izumi Miori, who was actively cleaning up the remnants of the battlefield, and felt the occasional scratch from her teeth.

Not bad.

I didn’t forget to remind the world of the existence of evil spirits.

He pointed to the wooden box not far ahead and said in a relaxed tone: "Sister Miori, becoming a transcendent can only be regarded as... a starting point."

"You can choose the world's combat power system later."

"Use it as a space for your own improvement. Currently, you can choose to be an adventurer. After becoming an adventurer, you can choose the profession you want."

"Profession?"

It smells like goat milk, but Shiraishi likes the way he calls her, from aunt to wife, and finally

sister.

Izumi Miori rinsed her mouth with barley tea, and found that there was no trash can so she had to swallow it. She cast her eyes on the wooden box on the table.

Become a transcendent.

Change profession.

This is very attractive to her, but she has never thought of leaving Sagiri behind to live in another world.

What I am really worried about now.

After becoming a transcendent, you have already broken away from the foundation of human beings. According to Shiraishi, your soul will ascend to the subspace.

You can be free from birth, aging, illness and death.

In every sense...eternal life.

But what about her daughter Sagiri?

This is a problem that Izumi Miori has to consider. To become the Chosen One of Joy, you must offer... your body, mind and faith.

"Isn't this..."

"Isn't this the mother-daughter well in those novels?"

She was not paying attention to the occupation. She looked at the globe-like device on the table and was a little absent-minded.

"What's wrong?"

Capturing the abnormality of Izumi Miori, Shiraishi asked with concern.

"It is..."

"Shiraishi, you mean that as long as you let your soul ascend to the subspace, you can achieve immortality, right?"

Ask the confusion in your heart.

Izumi Miori looked at Shiraishi, eager to get an answer.

"Almost. There is no concept of time in the subspace. The energy of the subspace will also continuously improve your life level. It can be regarded as immortality."

?Facing the Joyful God's Choice.

Shiraishi did not choose to hide it. This is the reward he deserved after offering everything. He just looked at Izumi Miori with a solemn face. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Suddenly realized the key to the matter.

0 Ask for flowers

He pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be about Sagiri?"

"..."

Izumi Miori glared at Shiraishi with her beautiful eyes, but her blushing cheeks were particularly charming, birth, aging, sickness and death... especially with flesh and blood relatives.

I dare not imagine.

But now it is something that must be faced.

Finally.

She was silent for a moment, with a tone of helplessness: "If I had known this, I shouldn't... I shouldn't have agreed to Shiraishi-kun."

"If I live forever, I am destined to be with Sagiri..."

"So..."

"You go and take care of Sagiri!"

Shiraishi: Mother-daughter rice bowl, is it true!

To some extent, Izumi Miori recognized this. He became interested when I mentioned this thing, but he didn't show it too obviously.

Turn your attention to the adventurer ability assessment device on the table.

"Let's choose a career first!"

For Yang No, this dinner tonight was not pleasant. First of all, it was Shiraishikawa's harmless attitude. The result.

It refreshed her perception of high school students.

At least Hayato Hayama, who was the same age as Yukino, could respond to her request without changing his expression when he asked for a long vacation.

I can't find such a person.

"Very interesting."

This was her highest evaluation of Shiraishikawa. The most important thing was that he knew that he and his sister Yukino had intersections in school.

Yang No's mouth raised a beautiful arc.

Getting down from the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, even if he had drunk alcohol, he kept a clear mind and prepared to return to the somewhat depressing home.

The sight swept across the distance in front.

The shadow hiding next to the vending machine.

She was emitting black mist all over her body, and she could smell a foul odor from a distance. At first, Yang No didn't pay much attention to it, but.

As the breeze blew. []

The evil spirit slowly turned around, revealing its hideous and rotten face. As the breeze blew, the alcohol on her body was instantly washed away...

Yang No's expression was directly dull.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

What is this? !

What the hell! ! !

PS: You can also get the dimensional chat group by stringing together the rankings in the setting collection.