Douluo: I became the white moonlight

In an instant, Song Wuxin carried the jade sign like a chicken baby.

After throwing the jade sign on the ground, Song Wuxin said calmly: "It worked, but he passed out. Call me when he wakes up."

"Your Majesty, Soul Devouring Crown, is this really no problem?"

Tang San stood up on his own initiative, somewhat doubtfully.

Song Wuxin glanced at him and asked, "Who are you?"

Tang San said humbly: "My name is Tang San, and I am the teacher's disciple."

"Oh, I heard Mingyue told you that you are a very good little guy." Song Wuxin turned to smile and said:

"Don't worry, your teacher will be fine."

Tang San, this person Nangong Mingyue had indeed told her about it, and he was also a key person to take care of.

Naturally, Tang San would not refute her face. The reason why he asked the question was just for formality.

Before leaving, Song Wuxin put his hand on Tang San's shoulder and said softly: "Come on."

"I will."

……Dividing line…….

After sending Jade Little Sign back to the dormitory, Tang San returned to the training ground to continue training.However, when he just activated his soul power, his face suddenly changed and his eyes lost color.

Xiao Wu came over and asked concernedly: "Sange, what's wrong with you?"

Tang San looked at her nervously and stuttered: "I... I changed from level 31 to level 30. What... is going on..."

"what?!"

After a while, a group of people surrounded Tang San, looking at him like monkeys and looking at each other in bewilderment.

Flender pushed up his glasses and said in a deep voice, "Did you meet the fortune teller?"

"No, I... I don't know." Tang San's brain was starved of oxygen, and he still couldn't believe it until now.

That was his soul power, how could it disappear inexplicably?Could it be that as Dean Flanders said, he met the fortune teller himself, but he didn't notice it.

No, not possible!

He has purple magic eyes. Even if the fortune teller is good at illusions, he shouldn't be unaware of it.

But if he is not a fortune teller, then where does his soul power go?

Suddenly, Tang San's pupils shrank, and he thought of one person, that was Song Wuxin who had just left.

But as soon as this thought arose, he cut it off immediately.There is no other reason. He has Xuantian Kung to protect his body. If Song Wuxin had touched his soul power just now, he would have noticed it immediately.

But there was nothing unusual about Song Wuxin just now. This was Tang San's confidence in Xuantian Kung and his confidence in his previous sect.

If it's not Song Wuxin... then it can only be the fortune teller!

Could it be said that the fortune teller really plotted against him?When... If you want to plot against him, you can only do it when he is undefended, that is, when he is sleeping.

If this were to happen, it would be a bit scary, because secretly stealing his soul power would be more difficult than killing him head-on. This shows how terrifying the fortune teller is!

"Sanqie, are you okay?" Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with tears, and she felt distressed.

How hard she worked for Sanqiao. Others had no idea how hard Sanqiao practiced, but now that he had just lost the first level of soul power, one can imagine how uncomfortable Sanqiao would be.

Just a few days ago, Sanqie told her that she felt like she was about to break through to level 32.

Tang San had a sullen face and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

"Sange, please don't do this. I'm worried about you if you do this." Xiao Wu said sweetly with tears in her eyes.

"I said I'm fine!"

Tang San shouted loudly in vain, the veins near his temples bulging. His current mood really couldn't be called good, he was even very irritable.

And when he saw Xiao Wu's tear-filled eyes, he felt upset. If it was Teacher Nangong, she would probably comfort him gently.

As for Xiao Wu, it seemed that besides crying, he really couldn't do anything else... For example, when he was beaten by Zhao Wuji for the first time, Teacher Nangong reminded Xiao Wu to make porridge.

If he really expected Xiao Wu to wake up on his own, he would have starved to death.

This is the case for a person who is in love with another person. When he no longer loves that person, when he puts his mind on another woman, it is a mistake for that person to breathe.

Not to mention that Tang San was still upset, and Xiao Wu's tears not only didn't work anymore, but also added fuel to the fire, adding fuel to the fire.

"Sanqie, Xiaowu only cares about you, how can you be so cruel to her?" Ning Rongrong pouted, dissatisfied.

Seeing that it was Ning Rongrong, Tang San's anger dropped a bit, and he didn't know why.

Tang San sighed: "Xiao Wu, I'm sorry, it was my fault, I shouldn't have hurt you."

"San...san cut, I understand you, don't be sad..." Xiao Wu shed tears and wanted to give Tang San a hug.

But Tang San used the ghost shadow to avoid it, and the whole process was smooth and easy.

Meng Yiran:? ? ?

Huowu:? ? ?

Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu and said, "I'm fine. I'm going back to the dormitory first. Don't worry about me."

"Three cuts, wuwuwu..."

Looking at the blue figure, Xiao Wu's heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe. She felt as if she had lost her third limb.

Her heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand. With just a little force, she would disappear.

Hu Liena acted like a good old lady at this time. She walked to Xiao Wu's side with a gentle face and said comfortingly: "Sister Xiao Wu, don't be sad. Seeing you cry, my sister's heart also became sad. Xiao San just If he’s in a bad mood, he’ll come to you when he thinks things over.”

"Really, really?" Xiao Wu's eyes were red and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It must be true." Hu Liena gave Xiao Wu a hug and gently patted her on the back.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Sister Nana, aren't you...I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"Good, it's alright."

Flanders and Zhao Wuji looked at each other and finally left.

……Dividing line…….

Song Wuxin came to Nangong Mingyue's dormitory, and as soon as she entered the door, she smelled the smell that was unique to her.

It was a light fragrance, with a touch of sweetness, like dew in the morning, and like the air in the morning. In short, just smelling this fragrance made me feel comfortable and happy.

Sitting on the bed with her skirt held up, Song Wuxin slowly closed her eyes. She was thinking about how Nangong Mingyue lived when facing Shrek and the best.

As for Tang San's soul power just now, she was naturally the one who absorbed it. It was not easy for her to quietly absorb the soul power of a soul master.

In fact, sucking away the soul power of Tang San and Yu Xiaozhan was not the biggest gain. She had noticed the little girl in pink clothes.

The little girl looked at her with something wrong, she was evasive, and there was a powerful aura looming in her body. In addition, she also found someone.

It was that woman who was full of charm. Song Wuxin could tell the true level of that Hu Meizi at a glance, but under the title Douluo, she looked like a ten-level soul master.

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