Douluo: My Divine Light Stick Martial Soul

Time is like a rushing stream, passing quickly and never coming back.

As soon as I opened and closed my eyes, it was already the next day.

The first thing he did when he got up was to open his eyes. Chen Guang opened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated roof, silently dazed.

After carefully feeling the condition of his body, Chen Guang felt that his body was well rested and there was no trace of fatigue.

This made him feel relieved.

At the same time, he couldn't help but recall the scene when he was on earth.

At that time, my body seemed healthy, but there were many minor problems.

Feeling weak when you wake up in the morning is, of course, not the point.

The point is, whenever he wakes up in the morning, his eyes always feel sore and he can't open them at all.

This made him feel very bored.

"Is this the benefit of superpower, or is it because I am away from the radiation of the mobile phone, so my eyes don't feel sore?"

Chen Guang didn't know the details, but this issue was no longer very important to him now.

His stomach was empty, and he had digested all the plates of food he had devoured last night.

Just a moment ago, his stomach was still growling, which was a signal to him that it was time to eat.

"Where's Tang San?" Chen Guang looked at Tang San's empty wooden bed. The quilts on it had been folded and arranged neatly. He had some doubts.

Is Tang San so diligent?

After a few seconds, Chen Guang suddenly reacted.

He had just woken up, and his brain was very confused at the moment, almost forgetting that Tang San was a time traveler.

Tang San, he should be practicing at this time, right?

What is the name of cultivation?

Oh, by the way, it seems to be called the Purple Demon Eye.

"You are so diligent! I will definitely have a great future in the future!" Chen Guang sat up and stretched, "If I were so diligent, I should have become the Soul King of the Soul Sect long ago!"

This was heard by Tang San, who had just jumped off the roof, and he was very shocked.

what?

12 years old, your soul is noble.

Still such a perverted combination of soul rings.

This is this...

You actually want to be a 12-year-old Soul Sect?

Even the Soul King?

This……

I am not worthy.

ps: Ahem, cough, cough, cough, cough, these days, in order to save manuscripts, I have a lot of water.

This chapter is really too short, I will gradually make it longer in the future.

When I have time, I will make up the number of words.