Male Succubus Apocalypse

The wooden house is about 100 square meters in size. The structure is very simple and it is placed in rows. The style is very similar to the daily life in the previous life, except...

Various plates and bottles were placed on the floor. There was still liquid of various colors remaining in the bottles, which spilled out and dyed the floor into a rainbow.

There were all kinds of scattered clothes, armor, fragments of unknown metal, collapsed weapon racks, scattered scrolls, and many blood-stained bandages. The whole place was in a mess.

Before seeing this house without a door, Xu Heng looked around and found that he seemed to be on a small island. The moon in the sky did not move and there were no dark clouds.

Walking out of the pond is a lawn with a stone path leading to the residence. In addition to cherry blossoms, there are also emerald green bamboos. It is very quiet. After Julie told him, he knew that this was actually a space that An Lingqing had opened up himself.

The strange phenomenon in the sky is most likely an illusion.

He thought this would be a very suitable place to recuperate and relax, and he particularly appreciated An Lingqing's aesthetic taste.

However, when Xu Heng saw the room of this seemingly pure and simple girl, his jaw almost dropped.

Is this a house that people can live in?

"Wardfa (luckily there is no English in the other world), this...this..." Xu Heng almost couldn't help but swear.

An Lingqing at the side was still very calm, not showing any shyness at all, and just said lightly: "Originally, I planned to break it down and rebuild it like before, but I'm not in a good condition now, and it would be a waste of time. I asked Weiweian, and he said that you can clean it up... Then I'll go practice first, and you can take your time."

After saying that, An Lingqing stretched out his hand into the void and a long sword appeared out of thin air. He walked towards the back of the house without looking back. There was probably some place like a dojo over there.

So cool?

You might as well chop it up!

Otherwise, just chop me up!

As soon as they met, An Lingqing gave Xu Heng a warning.

This girl is so contrasting! It’s okay if her soul is different, but why is her appearance and living environment so different?

Oh, that's not right. You can't think like that. You can't judge a person by his appearance. And who says that if someone is good-looking, they must know how to clean the room?

And Vivian! That's not how I use it! What do you mean by "you can clean it up"? When have I ever cleaned up such a big project?

"He is indeed a simple-minded, strong-limbed warrior who is so unhygienic!" Julie decisively used the wizard's pride to criticize him.

"Okay, okay, you mages are the best. Do you think I didn't see how exhausted Vivian was after the experiment?" Xu Heng often scolded Julie. "By the way, do you know An Lingqing's background? Didn't you say Vivian has a bad reputation? Why does she still have friends?"

"I really don't know about that. Soldiers live long, and there are always some unknown guys. However, before Vivian killed me, it seemed that there was news that a big competition would be held in Tianmen Mountain. I don't know the details, but it may be related to that." Julie answered truthfully.

"What's the difference between you saying it and not saying it? What's the use of me having you? I'm going to start working. Stop nagging me (ridiculing me) or I'll kick you around like a ball!" Xu Heng threatened in advance.

So, where do you start?

This is not only about the mission, Xu Heng also has to clear out a place for him to sleep - where else can he sleep if not inside? It's such a big house!

The simplest and most brutal way to clean up this matter is to throw the space ring away. However, there must be a lot of things in the house that An Lingqing still needs to use, and Xu Heng cannot move them around. This is the trouble, and he can only do a restoration.

He had to clean the walls and floors of the room, as well as the dust and stains himself.

Fortunately, he has a little history!

A super labor force that never gets tired and can stretch freely!

He would have a headache if Vivian didn't teleport the mercury slime over.

In fact, he really wanted to call Vivian to send a few more over, but from what she said before, it didn't seem like they could be teleported there and back at will.

Because if it was really possible, then when he asked tentatively about the food, Vivian should have told him to prepare it and send it over, or wouldn't it be better to just let An Lingqing go to the mage tower? - Of course, An Lingqing might not dare to do so, and it would not be a wise choice for anyone to casually step into the mage tower of a demigod mage.

So Xu Heng didn't need to ask. In fact, he and Xiao Shi could finish this room.

Come on, he's a fourth-level demon! Xiao Shi is a high-level super slime!

However, during the cleaning work that began, Xu Heng's confidence was slowly eroded.

Even if he had the ability to differentiate the slime's tentacles and sort out the garbage and items that might be needed quickly - throwing the garbage directly into the space ring - it only took some thinking, and the dust could be swallowed by Xiao Shi.

But he really can't clean the walls and floors even with a mop and a shovel! And what other clothes and bedding does he want to wash or not? So private?

Although those underwear were very simple, even just a piece of cloth, he really didn't dare to touch them, so he asked Xiao Shi to collect them all together.

Only by experiencing it personally did he realize how sloppy this Sword Saint was, and there was no way he could fix it.

There is no other way, there is really no other way.

This is not a question of being tired or not, it is a kind of mental torture! Picking off the stains bit by bit! Ahhh! So annoying! It doesn't relieve stress at all.

The more Xu Heng scraped, the more he felt like he was scratching glass with a table knife, deliberately torturing himself. The restlessness in his heart was like drilling wood to make fire, the more he drilled, the more sparks appeared, and soon the fire would be lit!

Before Xu Heng collapsed, he had cleaned the house almost completely and emptied it out. He didn't know where those things were, so he would need An Lingqing to identify them later.

And those private items...

He needs to choose a more extreme method. Since An Lingqing dared to tear down the house and rebuild it, then it should be okay for him to make some minor modifications, right?

The floor and walls are dirty? Just cover them up! I'm such a genius!

And the good thing about the decoration of the other world is that they have all kinds of natural plant dyes! Don't even think about what kind of mutants magic can bring about...

"Xu Heng! What are you doing!" Julie spoke out to stop Xu Heng.

"Decorating the house, what can I do? This house is in a desperate state! This is the only way!" Xu Heng said confidently, with three large buckets of pink dye and one bucket of white dye under him. He had rolled up his sleeves, and seven or eight tentacles holding brushes extended from his back. He was ready to get to work!

"What's wrong with you? That sword master whose brain is all muscle likes pink? Are you kidding me?" Julie said sarcastically.

"Humph, you don't understand! The stronger one appears, the more fragile one is!"

"You got this from observing the succubus?"

"No, I made it up."

"Xu Heng! If you want to die, don't drag me along! Aaaaaah!"

With mad screams in his mind, Xu Heng began to pick up the pink dye and started his artistic creation with great fanfare and "splashing ink and writing" - in fact, it was the anger of his hairstyle that had just been picking out stains.

"Pink as the base! White for the painting! Here's a little flower! Here's a white cloud!" Xu Heng's painting skills are actually average, just enough to fool kids, but he wants to fool kids! "Oh, yes! Sanrio!"

Inspiration surged in his mind, and he immediately thought of Sanrio culture, which was his sister's favorite in his previous life! The cartoon characters it created were very popular among girls and children!

Especially Cinnamon Dog. Every time my sister goes out to play with him and encounters similar surroundings, she can't walk.

For this purpose, Xu Heng specially learned how to draw these cartoon characters. It is said that there are also animated series, but at that time they could not find any channels to watch them.

So after Xu Heng learned how to draw, he drew on paper and showed his simple stop-motion animation to his sister. Every time his sister looked at him with admiration, he felt very happy as a child.

I drew so many books at that time that it almost became my muscle memory. I just don’t know how the technology is now after decades…

Then start drawing now! Verify now!

I can't cure you, little guy? Your soul is in the form of a "beautiful girl magic wand"? I can only prescribe the right medicine for you!

He came with Vivian's mission, so he wanted to do his best, but in fact he wanted to vent a lot, to vent the persistent sadness and current irritability after being reincarnated into another world.

As Krolitz said, his spirit was actually very fragile, but strong enough to go crazy and find an outlet.

"Dyes, come here!" Xu Heng shouted, and took out dyes of other colors from the space ring. He planned to draw a mural with a story.

"Crazy! Xu Heng! Stop it! There's still room for recovery!" Julie really wanted to get out of the space ring. She didn't expect that Xu Heng, who was always compromising and cautious, would be so bold this time!

"Recover? How many things can be recovered in life? I tell you, Brother Heng will never regret anything he does!" Xu Heng acted in a state of madness, teasing Julie crazily, and in a cheerful mood he "brushed" away dragons and snakes, and danced like dragons and phoenixes.

Crazy! This guy is finally crazy!

Julie no longer had any hope. She really wanted to say, "Don't give up on treatment," but Xu Heng's actions were so reckless, so cool, and so swift that they made her feel hopeless.

The word "seeking death" has completely replaced Xu Heng's face in Julie's heart.

Cinnamon Dog and Pudding Dog have a picnic, Hello Kitty uses magic...

Xu Heng was completely immersed in the creation of his own kindergarten baby room. He ignored Julie's shouts and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was quite skilled at painting.

It is said that if people are used to doing something when they are young, it will easily form lifelong muscle memory, and it seems that there is some basis for this.

I haven’t painted for a long time, but I didn’t expect it to be so refreshing. Xu Heng thought, maybe I can paint more in the future.

"...Xu Heng? Are you painting some kind of magical beast? Or a totem? How come I have never seen this style before?" Julie gave up struggling and had to accept the reality. However, as Xu Heng continued to paint, she felt that things were becoming complicated.

The images and stories drawn by Xu Heng are very mature, but it is absolutely impossible for him to achieve such results after being a slave for forty years.

Moreover, consciousness reflects objective things. In such a dire environment, how could he draw these lovely and even beautiful-looking things? - Julie admitted that the images in the paintings were something.

It was something she had never seen before, an unusually fresh style and image, so pink and tender! So weird! But pretty!

"Warcraft? You call these silly little animals having a picnic together "Warcraft?" Xu Heng asked in surprise after he had just ordered the two blue eyes of the Cinnamon Dog. "Style? Cartoon."

"Small animals? Cartoons? Sure enough, you are crazy..." Julie understood every word Xu Heng said, but she just couldn't understand what he was saying.

Artists in the human world seem to have very strange brain circuits. Most of them are lunatics who don't know what they are doing. Could it be that Xu Heng is one of them?

But, he is a succubus! And the lowest male succubus! A slave! How did he become an artist?

Unless, his soul was mixed with the soul of an artist?

That’s right, this style, non-mainstream, may be the poor guy who has no fame.

Therefore, we must doubt Xu Heng's true origins...

"Dang dang dang!" Xu Heng finished the painting in no time, making every corner of the room have cute little pictures, pink walls, white floor - Xu Heng finished painting the walls first, and then painted the floor.

Looking around, there are cute little theaters everywhere, just like a small children's playground, or a Sanrio-themed room.

"Ha--" Xu Heng fell exhausted in front of the house. The slime on his body helped him block the dye. He breathed heavily, making him feel particularly refreshed.

At the same time, his little brain didn't stop thinking. Julie had never seen a "cartoon"? That meant that to a large extent, there were no comics or similar things in this world.

So Xu Heng started to think about making a flipping picture book and drawing some simple cartoons and selling them in the pub.

Even giving out some small gifts, would that be popular?

But he thought it was better to forget it. Firstly, he didn't have that much time to design. Secondly, he would rather draw these things as some kind of beautiful memory, the echo of another world. He didn't need to exchange these remaining warmth for value.

This is the only thing that can anchor him. If it appears in large numbers in another world, perhaps he will really feel extremely confused...

"Oh, it's not finished yet. There's still some furniture to be arranged..." Xu Heng got up again and tried to see if the dye was dry, muttering to himself.

"Still more? Do you really want him to come back and chop you and the house down with a sword?" Even though Julie was very tired, she still moved her mouth.

Under Julie's equally close-to-collapse gaze, Xu Heng took out a fluffy pink blanket, a white sofa, a very delicate dressing table, etc. from his space ring and placed them in the room one by one.

After finishing all this, Xu Heng simply sat on the ground and did not move, admiring his masterpiece with great satisfaction - the super invincible pink princess room! Xu Heng's handmade version!

These pieces of furniture were all options for decorating the basement of the tavern. He got almost all kinds of styles and colors from the Yanyun Chamber of Commerce, but he didn't use them.

It just so happens that it’s good, don’t waste it, use it here!