At night, Fang Ling was meditating on his bed.
Playing around with Ye Lingling during the day was quite interesting and helped to relax his tense nerves.
Meditation seems to be more powerful.
A breeze blew through the open window, bringing a slight cool feeling.
As if it was nature's gentlest comfort, his eyes slowly closed and he fell into a deep sleep silently.
The next moment, taking advantage of the night, a skinny figure appeared here.
If there was light, one could see that this sneaky man looked like a javelin, with dark green hair and beard.
A pair of eyes sparkled like emeralds.
The whole person gives people an illusory feeling, as if he is a phantom.
This person had no expression on his face, or rather, his expression was completely stiff.
His cheeks were sunken, his green hair was messy, and his clothes were just a simple gray robe.
It was Dugu Bo who came to the academy secretly on behalf of his granddaughter.
Fang Ling was meditating, and he was drugged directly.
If her granddaughter hadn't been kind-hearted and didn't want to affect Fang Ling's studies, he wouldn't have bothered to investigate.
Just slap him to death in secret, how quick and easy.
Now that he has agreed, he will not break his promise.
Looking at Fang Ling lying on the bed, Dugu Bo looked at his legs.
It's a broken leg, you found the right person.
A long and thin finger rested on Fang Ling's wrist, and his soul power and mental power quickly circulated through his body's meridians.
The results were somewhat unexpected.
Not to mention that he does not have the blood, resentment and other things that are standard features of an evil soul master, Fang Ling's soul power is unexpectedly clearer than one could imagine.
It is like the pure first snow on the top of a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, without any dust or impurities.
A strong will permeated through it, and even he, a Titled Douluo, could only feel ashamed of himself.
It is normal for soul power to be pure. If it is produced by the panel, it must be a top-quality product!
"This kid?"
Dugu Bo looked stunned.
The fingers on Fang Ling's hand were not retracted, and he used his soul power and mental power to explore again in disbelief.
The result is no different.
The purity of soul power is like the pure heart of a newborn baby that has not been polished by worldly experience.
If Fang Ling knew how he felt, he would definitely think to himself that Tang San didn't count.
Being born with acute hearing is simply not a human being.
Dugu Bo was still wondering.
Is there anyone whose soul power is like this?
If it weren't for that fiery fighting spirit, the holy light, and the breath of fire, people would have thought they had seen a holy angel.
He folded his arms, his eyes thoughtful.
He is definitely not a fallen soul master, so he should not pose any threat to Yanyan.
Why do you watch it?
Is it because you like it?
It's just that the way you express your like is a little strange.
Because he was young, physically handicapped, and born in poverty, he had a deep sense of inferiority?
He dared not to express his feelings, but only to look at them secretly?
"Tsk, little boy." Dugu Bo shook his head slightly, smacked his lips, and then disappeared in a flash.
The soul power dispelled the colorless and odorless drugs remaining in the air, and before leaving, he did not forget to pull the blue hair tied to the window.
To this, he could only say that it was really unnecessary caution.
It would be ridiculous to think that you can escape the perception of Titled Douluo.
Where can there be such a lame title?
...
The next day, Fang Ling also got up early.
He stretched and rubbed his eyes.
I had a good sleep after a long time, and my body seemed to be re-energized. Every inch of my skin exuded comfort and relaxation.
Then suddenly he was stunned.
"Wasn't I meditating last night?" "Fell asleep while meditating? Were you so tired from yesterday's battle?"
Fang Ling scratched his neck.
Feeling the warm sunshine shining on his body, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the window beside him.
The window was intact, and the hair I got from Ye Lingling was tied on it neatly.
Dugu Bo didn't come.
The shame of his title was so great that even the 100,000-year-old soul beast that was right next to him couldn't detect it, so it was definitely impossible for him to detect such a tiny strand of hair.
Fang Ling thought so in his heart.
Come to think of it, it's probably because I've been too tired in the past few months.
My body feels tired every day, but with Ye Lingling's healing energy, I recover well.
I'm mainly tired mentally, and the forced practice of sickle technique has exhausted me a little.
It's been a little slow these two days.
Fang Ling had no idea that he had made a perfect mistake.
Dugu Bo really came, but found nothing.
Instead, it further confirmed the fact that Fang Ling was not a fallen soul master.
Fang Ling calmed down for a rare moment.
Because we are still on a short holiday of three days, and today is the second day, there is no group running training.
Today, for the first time in a long time, he didn't think about training.
After breakfast, my eyes looked through the half-open window and calmly took in the scenery outside.
Tiandou Royal Academy is the empire's top-notch aristocratic academy.
Not only is the accommodation excellent, the supplies are expensive, and the environment is also excellent.
There are green trees and lush flowers and plants.
It is now early summer, and the flowers planted in the yard of this small villa have begun to bloom.
The dewdrops are sparkling and a few flower buds stand quietly, like shy girls about to bloom.
Other flowers have already bravely revealed their smiles, and their tender petals sway gently in the early cold breeze, telling the story of summer.
The tiny bees were flying around, buzzing and working tirelessly.
There are also butterflies flying among the surrounding flowers, and the colorful colors complement the surrounding scenery...
The morning light penetrated the mist like fine threads, sprinkling on the colorful flowers, as if giving them a layer of soft golden glow.
Fang Ling just sat there motionless, staring quietly.
At this moment, all the noise around seemed to become distant and blurred.
Only the tranquility in my heart becomes clearer and deeper.
Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of comfort came over me.
It's as if a clear spring is flowing in your blood vessels, and the sound of clear water is echoing in your ears.
The confusion in my mind gradually dissipated, and an indescribable feeling of lightness quietly rose.
It seems that all the burdens are blown away by the wind at this moment.
All that is left is endless emptiness and freedom.
A feeling of coolness quietly spread into the heart, nourishing the spirit and making it instantly sublimate and reborn.
It's not an illusion, it's real sublimation!
I don't know how long I looked at it until Ye Lingling came over curiously.
By accident, the warrior's will was upgraded!
Fang Ling didn't care about Ye Lingling. His eyes were focused and suddenly became extremely bright.
On the panel, the expertise column changed again.
Warrior's Will Lv3→Lv4 (Main body specialty, the tenacious fighting will bred by the fierce life-and-death battle, can ignore the impact of pain on the body for a short period of time. A temporary rest is the way of the wise. Stopping at the right time and finding inner peace in the quiet is not slacking off, but for a better start next time. The flow rate of soul power in the body is passively increased by 15%→25%.)
Directly increased from 15% to 25%.
It increased by a full ten percent, which is exactly twice the previous level increase.
Lv4 is indeed a big step forward!
(End of this chapter)