"Girl, don't panic, take your time, you can't hurry." Old Master Zhenjun knew the difficulty of refining soul cards. He thought that he had only started to refining soul cards at the time when he reached the Dan King. But this girl was young and had just entered the Great Alchemist and Tianling Master, and it was indeed difficult for her to try such difficult operations.

Old Master Zhenjun looked at Su Moliang sweating profusely, felt her anxiety in her heart, and felt mixed feelings in her heart, and she couldn't say anything.

Every time he watched Su Moliang's constant efforts and struggle, although he didn't say it, he felt extremely relieved.

He knew even more why Su Moliang worked so hard.

The purpose is to survive in this continent where the strong are respected, not to let down his expectations, or even to become stronger and avenge him.

She knew that she was weak and powerless now, and that the enemy of his world was a powerful man she could not catch up with for the rest of her life, but her belief in avenging him was as firm as ever.

There are also every brother in the Blood Battle Group. They want to go out and have no strength to go out for a walk. Su Moliang also remembers it in his heart and silently plans everything for them.

The dean of Nanxing Academy and the mentor Wu, their wish is to revitalize the college and gain a place in the sectarian competition, so she has been practicing all these days.

As for Nan Qingjue, she felt everything this man did for her.

At first, she might have been a little suspicious and distrustful, but now, her heart has subtly turned to him, and gradually regarded him as her own person. However, she seemed to have a knot untied and did not let go of her guard against him.

However, he knew that Su Moliang would remember every word and wish of everyone who treats her well. Although he never promised anything, he had been working hard for the people he cared about.

This is Su Moliang.

It seems cold and ruthless, and does things viciously, but the beating heart for the person who cares is hot.

Thinking of this, the old man Zhenjun felt warm and warm.

In this life, he has not followed the wrong master!

At this moment, Su Moliang didn't know that the old man Zhenjun was so moved. He was devoted to the soul card and his head was almost bursting.

However, when he thought of the convenient bloody battle group contact, Su Moliang gritted his teeth and held on his shoulders, suddenly put his palm down, and pushed it out again.

Another hour passed, Su Moliang's body was overturned and the pain was unbearable. Just when she reached her limit, the black token slowly floated up in the surprise gaze of the old man Zhenjun. The black iron block was red, and the heart-burning Mars were shining, like magma dug out from the depths of the earth's crust, emitting a scorching breath.

"Girl, hurry up, use your soul to infuse the seal!" The old man Zhenjun shouted excitedly, his whole old face turned red with excitement.

Su Moliang suddenly opened his eyes, and his sweaty cheeks finally piled up some smiles when he saw the token at the levitation furnace mouth: "Print for me!"

She gritted her teeth and roared, and her powerful soul power was poured into the token in an instant, and the black iron block was soon printed with the word "soul".

Seeing this, Su Moliang breathed a sigh of relief, stopped and withdrew his soul power.

But due to the consumption, her small body could not be loaded, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Girl, are you okay?" Old Master Zhenjun was shocked when he saw this.

Su Moliang lit the acupoint, stopped the blood coming up, and comforted him: "It's okay, you have a little injury, don't worry."

The old man Zhenjun frowned tightly and said in disagreement: "What a minor injury, I think you have a serious internal injury. It is both mental power and soul power consumption. How can your body withstand it?"

"It's okay, I'll sleep for a while." Su Moliang took the soul token, put away the evil blood cauldron, and lay on the bed side.

When the old man Zhenjun saw that she didn't take her body seriously, he felt so distressed that he wanted to persuade her again, but found that she was already asleep.

In her sleep, Su Moliang seemed to feel like she had fallen into a warm embrace. The man hugged her very tightly, gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead.

His movements were very light, as if he was afraid of hurting her, or as if he was afraid of waking her. The temperature from his gentle fingertips made Su Moliang feel very at ease.

After a while, she felt a gentle spiritual power injected into her body, which rushed to her limbs and bones, healing her wounds.

Who is it?

Su Moliang wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. He struggled for a long time but failed, so he simply let him teleport his spiritual power.

The night passed like this, and it was already noon when Su Moliang woke up.

She didn't know why she slept so heavily, but it was caused by internal injuries.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang touched his chest and checked the wound in his body. This examination was shocked.

I was seriously injured last night, so why did I recover this morning?

Has her body's resilience been so good?

Su Moliang smacked his lips incredibly, trying hard to recall what happened last night, and it seemed to have a vague impression.

It seemed like someone was helping her heal her wound last night?

However, it's like a dream, not real.

Could it be that the Southern Qing Dynasty is the ultimate?

Thinking of this, Su Moliang got up immediately, put on a coat casually, and pushed open the door.

At this time, Luman was dozing in the corridor, waiting to serve Su Moliang at any time. Then he was suddenly awakened by the creaking sound of the door opening.

"Miss, are you awake?" Luman greeted him.

"Has anyone been here last night?" Su Moliang looked at her and asked in confusion.

Luman shook her head, looking confused: "No, I have been here for the night and I haven't seen anyone."

Su Moliang frowned and didn't believe it very much, "Really?"

Luman kept nodding.

Su Moliang patted his head in confusion. Did he really dream last night?

"What's wrong with the lady? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, where is the prince?" Su Moliang waved his hand and continued to ask again.

"I don't know, I've been guarding the door and haven't gone to the front yard yet."

"Well, I understand. I'll go to Huizhu Palace and come back later." After giving the order, Su Moliang walked directly towards Nan Qingjue's bedroom.

At this time, at the door of Huizhu Palace, Housekeeper Zhong was still guarding his old position. Seeing this, Su Moliang had a guess in his heart, walked over and asked straight to the point: "Where is the prince?"

"Why is the princess here?" The typical answer is not the question.

Su Moliang closed his eyebrows and repeated impatiently: "Where is the prince?"

"Uh, the prince is taking a shower, it's not convenient to see the empress." Butler Zhong quickly explained.

Su Moliang was even more disbelief, "Ha, is this really the case?"

"Yes, I dare not lie." Butler Zhong was frightened by her sharp eyes.

Su Moliang snorted coldly, immediately pushed him away, and walked inside: "I want to see if he is really taking a shower!"
Chapter completed!