MTL - Lord of Souls-Chapter 10 name, soul secret
Night, twelve o'clock.
Just after a second, Tian Qingqing opened his eyes on time.
No matter which university the Soul Master department is in, it is a key department. Bingcheng University is also one of the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. Tian Qingqing is also known as the future star of Bingcheng University.
Therefore, Tian Qingqing's bedroom is not an ordinary bedroom.
It is a luxury villa.
Not to mention the decoration and layout of the villa for the time being, the key is that there is a large open space outside the villa for Tian Qingqing to train his soul pet.
Just half an hour later, Tian Qingqing in the training ground had already entered a state of daze.
Because of Mo Lin Python's venomous fangs, its power increased dramatically!
Without a professional evaluation, Tian Qingqing had already realized that the proficiency of Venomous Teeth had gone from mastery to mastery.
And all this requires only three low-level soul crystals!
The shock in my heart was beyond words, but after the shock there was deep fear.
The Temple of Myriad Tribulations, the Lord of Myriad Tribulations...
and the source of all souls.
The past experience made Tian Qingqing extremely insecure, and at this moment, Tian Qingqing involuntarily took out his mobile phone and opened the address book.
His fingers stayed on the name "Brother-in-law. Bai Tianyu", but Tian Qingqing suddenly stopped.
Under the moonlight, she stopped for a long time.
Until she smiled complicatedly.
"Forget it, don't disturb him."
"He's too busy..."
…
Bingcheng, settle down.
When Anton opened his eyes again, what he saw was the nervous father and mother.
After a big yawn, Anton realized that his father almost died today.
She quickly got up to start the child filial piety session, but she didn't want to be slapped on the bed by her mother.
"What about the evolutionary type!?"
Anton: "I didn't change..."
"But there are 80 less soul crystals, where is the money spent!?"
"here…"
The bronze-colored soul light rose slightly and disappeared in a flash. An Dong scratched his head embarrassedly, but his fat face was filled with the proud expression of "please praise me, praise me quickly".
But what he didn't want to usher was not praise, but the faces of his parents.
After a long while, Father An said quietly, "Can you directly improve your strength level..."
Mother An also looked complicated: "Although I didn't get the evolutionary type in exchange, it's quite a loss, but son, you..."
In short, the mood is very complicated.
For a moment, say good night to each other.
Anton was about to fall asleep when he heard a knock on the door.
Open the door, it's Mother An.
Before An Dong could speak, Mother An had already stuffed a bag of soul crystals into An Dong's hands.
That heavy weight...
"This is all the savings in our family. But don't spend it all on yourself. For evolution, the stronger the better, the better. I have a way to exchange these materials for more money."
Anton: "...Mom, you have to be the one to make money..."
Sending away Mother An had just gone to bed when there was another knock on the door.
Open the door, it's Father An.
Then I heard Father An hesitantly say: "Next time, you can ask me again, do I really have no fate with that lord?"
"I think this should be negotiable."
Anton: "..."
…
After sending An Dong and Tian Qingqing away, Xia Lin finally didn't have to maintain the compulsion of the Lord of Myriad Tribulations.
Standing up from the chair, he walked quickly to the [Strength] [Skill] stone tablet.
If you communicate with your mind, you can see two lines of text [Current Strength Points: 4000] and [Current Skill Points: 1.5]!
"The exchange ratio between intermediate soul crystals and low-level soul crystals is 1:100. I took half of it, and this number is correct."
And 4000 strength points is not enough to raise Xia Lin's strength level to the bronze stage - although Xia Lin also needs to rebate for his own consumption, he still has to have 80 intermediate soul crystals in the first round.
But still, don't worry.
There is no need for Xia Lin to improve his strength now.
Leaving the Soul Palace, lying on the bed and taking out his mobile phone, Xia Lin searched for Tian Qingqing.
Young and beautiful, a bronze-stage soul master, with a space ring.
There are not many such people in the whole country.
Now the Internet industry is so developed, as long as people exist, there must be traces!
Sure enough, Xia Lin quickly found Tian Qingqing's information.
[The sweet girl of the sky, the white phoenix of the ice city! 】
[The champion of the last 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China! 】
[It is very likely that he is the lover of Tian Yu Legend...]
The last piece of information made Xia Lin stunned.
Bai Tian Yu, one of the Four Legends of China, has a noble status and terrifying power. More importantly, he is young and handsome, only thirty-seven years old this year!
Considering the space ring on Tian Qingqing's hand... This gossip is well-founded...
"But what are you thinking about?"
Xia Lin only needs to know that Tian Qingqing is a rich woman and that's it.
As for the fact that there is a legend standing behind her... how should I put it, tonight's collision with An's father made Xia Lin realize that even if it is a legend, I am afraid that he will not have the ability to forcibly break into the Temple of Myriad Tribulations.
Then what am I afraid of?
…
In the next few days, Xia Lin and An Dong met every day.
The two kept discussing the assessment of the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China.
In general, the framework for Anton to take Xia Lin to take off is still set... And halfway through, Xia Lin searched the Internet "cheaply" and found the video of the championship game of the last 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China.
In the video, Tian Qingqing wears light makeup and has a cold temperament like a Valkyrie, different from yesterday.
After seeing this, An Dong was slightly taken aback, but said nothing, as if he had other plans.
In short, although Anton is a little stunned sometimes, he has a lot of ideas, and his brain is actually very bright. Xia Lin briefly mentioned Anton, and then it all depends on Anton.
On the evening of the third day, eleven fifty-five.
Xia Lin entered the Temple of Myriad Tribulations first.
…
Tonight, Xia Lin didn't wait for Bai Tianyu.
At exactly twelve o'clock, Xia Lin pulled people on time.
And this time, An Dong's family didn't make a fool of it, and Tian Qingqing also quickly got feedback.
The two soul lights traveled through the void and reached the Temple of Myriad Tribulations in an instant.
The gray fog automatically wraps around Anton, repeating the last shape, concealing Anton's identity.
After they both stood up, Xia Lin coughed lightly and said, "Let's start."
Behind him, four stone monuments appeared, but Tian Qingqing said, "Respected Soul Master, before An Dong could leave."
She stooped and bowed, and the beautiful curves were unobstructed.
"What's the matter?"
Tian Qingqing stretched out his hand and pointed at An Dong.
"I also want a set of disguise."
"Can."
The voice fell, and the gray fog floated again, covering Tian Qingqing, forming a pure white mask and robe.
She chose it herself.
Black and white double evil belongs to...
Tian Qingqing is not stage fright like An Dong. After putting on the disguise, he naturally came to the first chair on the left and sat down. Instead, Anton took a beat and hurried to his seat.
Tian Qingqing squinted at An Dong, and then glanced at the soul master who was high above and seemed not to be interested in anything. With simple words, she opened her mouth.
"Sir Soul Master, I have something to ask."
Xia Lin flicked his index finger, tapped the armrest twice, and listened to Tian Qingqing.
"Is our party once every three days?"
Xia Lin didn't respond, just looked at An Dong, who quickly explained, "Sometimes a day, sometimes three days, sometimes a week."
"Apart from Lord Soul Master, is it just the two of us at the party?"
Anton didn't respond, and Xia Lin said, "I just woke up."
Tian Qingqing nodded and asked again: "Then, Lord Soul Master, I would take the liberty to ask, do you want to hold such gatherings regularly in the future?"
Xia Lin didn't nod or shake his head, he just answered calmly, "It's not up to me, it's up to you."
"If you don't want to, I won't force it."
"If you want, I'd be happy to provide you with such a venue."
"I slept for too long, and I don't mind listening to some outside news from your mouths, and I don't mind letting you touch the light of the Soul Hall."
Tian Qingqing got up immediately and said respectfully, "Your Excellency is kind."
Under Xia Lin's eyes, Tian Qingqing sat down just now. Xia Lin could see that Tian Qingqing's eyes began to shine under the mask...
That is the light of ambition.
"Sir, I have such an idea."
"Since Lord Soul Master can accept us to pay homage to Soul Master and the stalwart of Soul Palace, then I think the form of our gathering can also be slightly changed. It can be changed to be more formal, more ritualistic, and more meaningful. It's worth a little..."
"Of course, all of this must be approved by you, Lord."
"I have no opinion."
Tian Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.
"My lord, can I briefly talk about my thoughts?"
"Um."
…
Xia Lin felt that Tian Qingqing was a bit interesting...
From the inside and outside of her words, it is not difficult to hear that this woman has identified with the Temple of Myriad Tribulations and considered herself a part of it.
Through some "irrelevant" little things, she madly brushed her sense of existence in front of the soul master, and thus improved her status in this circle.
But these things she said are really not trivial things...
The Lord of Myriad Tribulations must not care about these things, but Xia Lin cares! Can't manage your own circle well? You must take good care of your leek field?
However, as the master of all robbery, there is no way to say this.
Anton's brain wasn't bright when it was supposed to be bright, and he didn't think about it.
But I don't want Tian Qingqing, a new leek, to take the initiative to mention this...
Xia Lin was simply overjoyed.
Then I heard Tian Qingqing speak again.
"First of all, our meeting must have a name, and the name is very important!"
An Dong chicken nodded as if pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, names are very important."
Tian Qingqing: "As for the name..."
After speaking, she looked at Xia Lin.
Seeing that Xia Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, for a moment, he spoke softly.
"I am the master of all souls."
"The Soul Palace is the source of all souls!"
"My will is the will of the soul! And you are both my followers and the soul's followers!"
"Name... Well, I vaguely remember that before I fell asleep several times, I once had such an organization..."
He was silent, he thought.
until he spoke again.
"Let's name it, Soul Intent Secret Society."
