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The security captain died heroically, and the train conductor, Mo Lan, was seriously injured. 。But they shocked the entire Heavenly Fighting City's high-level officials with their own fearless spirit. 。And as Tang Wulin, who resolved this battle, became a little hero in the mouths of the passengers. 。Tang Wulin quietly slipped away from the rest room at the Soul Guidance Train Station. 。Because he heard from the staff that the top management were making arrangements for the casualties and would award him for his merit after this. 。Tang Wulin ran, he couldn't not run, time wasted was unacceptable. He still had to take his final exams. 。Who knows how much time it takes to be rewarded for meritorious service? 。Although all the thugs were eliminated, and despite the fact that Ink Blue was badly wounded, he felt no excitement because of the security captain's death. 。Some things are only sorrow. 。He first knew, it turned out, there were such wicked people on the Douluo Continent. 。They treat human life as worthless, these terrorists are truly despicable. 。So, as he quietly left the station, his heart was heavy. 。But soon he discovered that, to his surprise, the lightness in his pocket was the complete opposite of the heaviness in his heart. 。20,000 Federation Credits, that's what Ink Blue gave him 。That's all there is to it. Mo Lan had previously said she would get him a train ticket, but he never got his hands on it. 。Mo Lan was rushed to the hospital, everyone else had left, there's no way he could go back now. 。Moreover, with such a major event happening, how could he possibly find another opponent for Mo Lan to spar with now?"Fate is truly unpredictable," Tang Wulin sighed with a hint of helplessness. 。Then what to do?Making a quick decision, Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the blacksmith association in Tiandou City. 。If you save your spending, 20,000 federal dollars will be enough to cover your round-trip travel costs. 。For normal people, all expenses are covered. 。<<>>。 No, I'm hungry again already. Today I just ate some takeout and it wasn't enough. 。After another intense battle, his stomach was growling. 。Lì Zhì, if he could be in a group, that would be great. 。Tang Wulin couldn't help but think of Xu Lizhi. With his big steamed buns around, he wouldn't starve at all. Xu Lizhi's light and nimble little steamed buns and blood-soaked bean paste buns could enhance the properties of soul masters, but Tang Wulin only loved his hearty meat buns. 。This large meat bun is able to restore physical strength and vitality, and it's also very filling. For Tang Wulin, it's simply the best thing ever. 。Go make some money at the blacksmith's guild, of course, assuming you've eaten first. 。This time I made a killing, covering all the expenses for the round trip. 。Then please ask the blacksmith association to find a suitable opponent for themselves and leave after the fight. 。This is the best way Tang Wulin could think of to take the exam now. 。The efficiency of the Soul Guide Taxi was very high, and Tian Dou City wasn't as monstrously large as Shrek City. Soon, he saw the badge of the blacksmithing association. 。Having paid a hefty sum for the car, he got out and, without hesitation, went straight to the nearest restaurant. 。Before he was swallowed into darkness, Tang Wulin thought to himself viciously, “Eat, eat!” 。When he left, the small restaurant seemed to be empty. 。Behind him, there was a low murmur, "Such a pitiful child. Was he reborn as a starving ghost?" Tang Wulin was long used to such comments. He patted his stomach that wasn't even remotely bulging, and a satisfied smile graced his face. 。Although it's not some high-end tonic food, it's still a proper meal. 。This meal was gone in a flash. 。Finally, I'm full. 。When he was full, he seemed to have more energy, his eyes seemed much brighter. 。He glanced at the Heaven Dou Soul Master Guild in front of him and strode in. 。 Tian Dou City Soul Guidance Train Station 。"Where is he?" a tall, well-dressed man stood there, his face full of anger, "How did you do this? You couldn't even keep track of one person?" 。Mo Wu's mood today could be described as a roller coaster of emotions. As a high-ranking official in Tian Dou City and a member of the entire league council, he can be considered to be a person of great power and influence. 。When he received the news, hearing that his daughter's soul-conduit train had been hijacked by bandits, his vision darkened, and he almost fainted. 。He was a busy man his whole life, but he treasured his only daughter as the apple of his eye. 。There have already been incidents of terrorist attacks on trains, which ultimately resulted in the destruction of vehicles and loss of life, causing enormous damage. 。For this, he had even discussed with his daughter, asking her to no longer pursue this profession, but was rejected with a smile by Mo Lan. 。Little did she expect that such a thing would happen to her own daughter so soon. 。News kept coming, all bad news. Especially Mo Lan had actually severed the train, leaving herself in the car with the bandits. 。There are cluster bombs, and there are soul cannons. 。One after another, bad news keeps coming. According to military analysis, the chances of Mo Lan being rescued successfully are already very slim. 。Even if elite Spirit Masters and powerful mechs were deployed, it would be difficult to rescue anyone from that sealed space. 。Unless a soul master with special abilities could be summoned, it would be impossible to do so within such a short hour. Where could they have possibly dispatched such a soul master? Just as Mo Wu was feeling increasingly desperate, a message suddenly came from the front: the crisis had been resolved. Mo Lan was seriously injured, but she was saved in the end, and most of the hostages were rescued. 。When Mo Wu heard that the one who saved his daughter was just a teenager, he simply couldn't believe it. But soon after, he received news that this child came from Shrek Academy. 。He rushed over first to thank the person for saving his life, but he was met with an empty space. Tang Wulin had already run away. 。While he was furiously ordering his subordinates to search, a stranger appeared before him. 。"Who are you?" A person suddenly appeared in the room, and this happened despite Mokuwu having significantly strengthened his security. How could he not be shocked? 。 Young face was cold and handsome, with a touch of special temperament, "Tang Wulin is gone" Ink Martial Arts heart moved, "Shrek Academy" "I am his mentor" 。"The dance master said in a flat tone." 。Mo Wu let out a breath of relief. It made sense now. The teachers at Shrek Academy were all powerful, no wonder they could get in. 。"I'm also looking for him. I was told he was resting here earlier, and then he disappeared." 。“ Master Wu Chang frowned. He was personally responsible for following Tang Wulin’s progress. The growth of this disciple could be described as a miracle, even in his eyes. From the final waste martial soul master to now being the class monitor of a class at Shrek's outer courtyard, it wasn't just about effort. Wisdom, talent, hard work, resilience, each element was indispensable >>>。It can be said that Tang Wulin is his most proud disciple, so this time he personally followed Tang Wulin to see how he solves the problem. 。Tang Wulin boarded the Soul Guidance Train too quickly. His father, Tang Changkong, was on a different train behind him. However, halfway through the journey, his train was blocked by the remnants of a broken train ahead. 。Because of the messaging blockade, it wasn't until things were restored that he heard about what had happened before. He inquired with many people and found his way here, but came up empty. 。"Then I'm leaving. " 。"The dance leader, Wu Changkong, nodded to Mo Wu and turned to walk out." 。He took a step forward, then suddenly stopped and reached out to Mok Wu as if struck by lightning. 。"What are you doing?" Mo Wu roared in anger, but he himself wasn't a Soul Master, how could he dodge Wuchangkong's grab? 。A great force came upon him, and he was already in a different place. 。"The "Dancing Out" dance master's eyes flashed with cold light, his gaze fixed on a corner of the room. 。"As expected of someone from the Sleer Academy." 。A low, raspy voice echoed through the darkness. From a shadowy corner, a figure slowly emerged. 。And, request, 。Guess who's here <<< 。To be continued... 。If you like this work, welcome to come to qidian.com and subscribe, your support is my greatest motivation. 。Mobile users please go to .n. to read 。420/2581997 。 |
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