She raised a hand and lightly hooked her fingertips through the air. The image in the water mirror froze on Deng Tianxin's face.
The Rakshasa God studied it for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Not bad. This face is much more pleasing than the Asura God's icy mug."
There was no sun or moon in Slaughter City, so the three of them could only count the days in their hearts.
Half a year was neither long nor short, but it was enough to grind away a person's immaturity and hesitation, tempering them into blade-like resolve.
Deng Tianxin's Wings of the God of Love had become increasingly effortless to wield within this bloodstained realm. Entangled Web of Affection and Kiss of the God of Love were no longer merely means of making others lose focus, but true killing moves capable of deciding victory or defeat in an instant between life and death.
Xiao Wu had gone from turning pale at the sight of blood all over the ground to being able to engage Fallen Soul Masters in close combat. The flexibility and explosive power in her waist and legs had been thoroughly forced out.
Di Qiu'er had always been formidable. Over the past half year, she had treated Slaughter City as a whetstone, and the number of fallen ones who had died beneath her short sword had become impossible to count.
What surprised Deng Tianxin most was that, with the help of the Power of the God of Love he had left behind, Tang Chen remained lucid for increasingly longer periods.
Although Tang Chen still could not leave Slaughter City, he could occasionally stroll through the Inner City.
Tang Chen had also taken the time to offer Deng Tianxin a few pointers on practical combat. Though they were only a