Chapter Twenty-Seven: Has the Art of War Been Used on Me?

At this time, Qian Renxue calmed down.

looked up at Su Cheng.

"Teacher, I really won't."

"I won't just learn it now, the soul ring can still exist for a while, it's enough." Su Cheng suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.

He didn't understand which tendon was wrong for Qianyue today, and he was crazy here.

"I can't do it." The girl's long, delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes stubbornly stared at him.

"Okay, I'll go find Spirit Kite Douluo to help you."

"I can't trust anyone."

"Your grandfather can't believe it?"

"......" Qian Lingxue didn't speak, just looked at him.

"Then you can spend it here slowly."

Su Cheng snorted coldly, turned around and left.

He took two steps forward to the stairs at the entrance of the dungeon.

Suddenly, a strong wind struck behind him.

Su Cheng instinctively turned his head away from the way.

"Smack!"

The palm-sized wooden box slammed into the stone wall in front of him, then fell to the ground in powder.

This blow was obviously accompanied by soul power, and not only did the wooden box shatter, but several silver needles that fell out of it also broke in half.

"it!"

Su Cheng's eyes froze, feeling that the situation was a little out of control.

Now Qianrenxue's awe of herself is getting smaller and smaller.

After a moment's pause, he took out a new box of silver needles from the soul guide and threw it back.

The voice that spoke also calmed down.

Persuaded: "Xiaoxue, you don't want to-"

"Smack!"

"β€”Sexual ......"

Seeing another wooden box shattered into powder in front of him, Su Cheng was silent.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around again and scolded sharply: "Qianrenxue! Don't go too far! ”

At this time, Qianyue was still standing in place, looking at him calmly, except for the slight redness of her eyes, there was no difference from before.

The muscles in the corners of Su Cheng's eyes twitched slightly uncontrollably.

"Don't upgrade if it's a big deal!" After speaking, he turned around and walked up the stairs, "You'd better think about it carefully, and come up to me to get the silver needle after you figure it out." ”

......

Minutes and seconds passed.

Su Cheng leaned against the iron door and sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the dungeon, stunned.

If he was asked to pursue Qianrenxue in reality, he would probably be willing, but this simulation, the final result is there, and the two will inevitably fight each other in the future.

And he has been using this girl all along, she is the most core pawn in the plan, the most critical blade.

Qiandaoliu, Bibi Dong, and even the elders of the Martial Spirit Hall all need this future angel god to uproot.

Then she can go to die.

Su Cheng took out another box of silver needles from the soul guide and rubbed them back and forth between his fingers.

He stared into the distance without focus.

The life in the simulation is no different from the real world, and he has long understood that this is not a game, it is simply another real world.

Qianrenxue, Dusty Heart, and Ju Douluo are not NPCs, but living people.

At least the feelings given to each other are real.

If you are immersed in it, will you be able to do it then?

Emotional matters are not so simple.

This is also the reason why he has always kept a proper distance from Qianrenxue.

Su Cheng suddenly understood that perhaps the difficulty of this simulation was not only in the Martial Spirit Palace, but also in himself.

"I'm really sick, I just let her absorb the soul ring by herself, why should I follow?"

Half an hour had passed, and there was still no movement in the dungeon.

In another half an hour, the rare soul ring would completely dissipate.

It's definitely not okay to go to Qiandaoliu now.

I don't understand this at all.

In case the old man misunderstood the urgency, and then took back Qianrenxue's right to education, it would inevitably add twists and turns to the original plan.

......

There was still a quarter of an hour left, and there was still no movement in the dungeon.

"Damn, isn't this bullying honest people!"

Su Cheng stood up hatefully.

Let's play the cauldron with me here, right?

Is there still a royal law? Is there still a law!

Qian Lingxue could make such a willful move without leaving a way out, but Su Cheng couldn't watch it like this.

Only by letting her do her best in the foundation and then take the divine test in the best state can she have a chance to defeat Bibi Dong with twin martial souls in the future.

......

"You really deserve to be Bibi Dong's daughter, and your brain is not very normal like her."

In the gloomy dungeon, Su Cheng's sarcasm reverberated again.

Qian Renxue didn't care what he was talking about, and a touching smile bloomed again on her face, which had been calm to the point of being slightly numb.

A flash of brilliance seemed to illuminate this gloomy dungeon.

Even Su Cheng lost his mind for a moment.

"Teacher, I'm stupid, I really can't help it."

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Your mouth is really hard.

Su Cheng was completely helpless.

"You go over and get ready."

Hearing this, Qian Lingxue's face flushed, and she walked to the corpse of the long-dead Holy Light Beast.

By this time, she had become shy again.

With his back to Su Cheng, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and the complicated dress was lifted to the sides.

The slender jade arm crossed the neck, and the golden tips of the hair swayed slightly, rippling like waves in the light of the candle flame.

Subsequently, the delicate collarbone and snow-white fragrant shoulders are revealed in turn.

Even in this dim dungeon, the delicate skin seems to glow with a layer of jade.

The top faded, and the smooth jade back and tight waist and abdomen outlined a perfect curve, which is difficult for the world's top sculptors to replicate half of the charm.

Qian Lingxue tilted her head slightly, and the slender swan neck drew a wonderful arc.

When he saw Su Cheng behind him, his reddish cheeks were slightly stunned.

I saw that he got a black cloth strip from somewhere, tied it to his head, and firmly covered his eyes.

I couldn't help but say, "You blindfold me like this, how can you give me a needle." ”

"It doesn't matter." Su Cheng, who was in the darkness in front of him, spoke flatly, "Don't underestimate my professional ability. ”

"Cut." Qian Lingxue stuck out her tongue when she heard this, but she was secretly relieved in her heart.

Don't look at her calm on the surface before, but in fact, she is also panicked in her heart.

At this time, the mood was much more relaxed.

This is also a good thing for absorbing soul rings later.

When the two sat cross-legged, a faint pressure diffused with Su Cheng as the center.

His spiritual power has now reached the level where it can be released, and combined with the prototype of the sword domain, it is enough to outline the shape of the character in front of him.

Su Cheng took out the silver needle from the wooden box and held it in the palm of his hand with his backhand.

The finger paused slightly in mid-air for a moment before continuing to reach forward, reaching out to the waist of the figure that he sensed in front of him.

Blindfolds are a good way to go.

But this perception is only a silhouette of a person in his mind, and he can't distinguish the specific details.

Therefore, as a price, he had to make subtle contact with his fingers, and then stimulate it with his soul power to accurately determine the location of those acupuncture points.