Time passed quickly and unconsciously.

Keke, Zimu, and Ningtian all entered Mingde Hall to study, and Wu Feng was arranged to be inserted into the actual control soul guidance system.

Logically speaking, Lin Jiayi should arrange several new students for Xuan Ziwen, but now Xuan Ziwen, a pseudo-ninth-level soul master, has more research tasks and no longer has the energy to guide students.

The rest of the people had less time to come, so Huo Yuhao became the only user of the third laboratory and could exclusively enjoy all the rare metal quotas in the laboratory.

Every time the soul master's level increases, he will upgrade the several soul tools he mainly uses.

After more than a year of training, his level has reached level 60 as expected, and he can follow Jing Hongchen to obtain the sixth soul ring at any time.

Jing Hongchen already knew about it a few days ago and informed him to wait at Mingde Hall today.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao was sorting out his soul guide set in the empty third laboratory.

Soul guide pistols for long-range use, propulsion soul guides for acceleration, flying soul guides, etc. Use soul guides to make up for all your shortcomings.

Huo Yuhao twirled a small and slender stick-shaped soul guide with his fingertips, held it in his mouth, took a gentle breath, and then exhaled a small wisp of light smoke.

This is a soul-guided cigarette that he made by imitating the Wuhun of Hecaitou Cigar.

In the sea of ​​​​spirits, Tian Meng lay limply squirming on the snow, with disappointment written all over his little face.

"Yu Hao, the soul-guiding cigarette you made is so ineffective that it can't even compare to that big black guy's cigar. Can't you ask him for more?"

When Huo Yuhao smoked a cigar, she could feel a very joyous feeling that was inseparable from Huo Yuhao's spirit.

Just like He Caitou's cigar that can enhance mental strength, his soul-guiding cigarette also has a similar effect, but unfortunately it is far inferior.

Ice Emperor asked a little strangely: "Yu Hao, I am very strange."

"What's weird?"

Ice Emperor said: "According to my observations over the years, don't you humans generally believe that smoking this thing is harmful to the body?"

"You are a soul master, so this should be harmless to you, but there are many ordinary people in the city who are happy to smoke it. Why?"

Huo Yuhao explained: "Because this is a very cheap and easy pleasure. Life is hard enough. Many people need to rely on these things to numb themselves, such as tobacco and alcohol."

"I personally prefer the former, because alcohol can make people less responsive and lead to accidents. And tobacco can make people excited."

"The soul-guided cigarette I designed has no harmful second-hand smoke and will not affect others. It even perfectly solves the shortcomings of tobacco. It is simply a miracle of soul-guided technology."

A sense of pride arose spontaneously in Huo Yuhao's heart.

He was thinking about whether he could mass-produce soul-guiding cigarettes and sell them specifically to the soul master group.

Huo Yuhao looked at the two remaining soul tools on the table.

He picked up the soul goggles and looked at himself reflected in the dark mirror.

This is a seven-level defensive soul tool he made by modifying the helmet given to him by Jing Hongchen. It has a concise and sharp name - Insight.

It can not only effectively protect against attacks on your eyes, but also protect against mental attacks.

"Yuhao, why have you looked at these glasses for so long?" Tian Meng ran out of the sea of ​​​​spirits and asked curiously.

Anyway, Huo Yuhao is basically the only one here in the third laboratory now, so there is no need to worry about being seen by others.

Huo Yuhao put down the goggles, and Tianmeng picked them up and tried to put them on his eyes. Unfortunately, they were too big and didn't fit his face well, so they slipped off his face as soon as he put them on.

"Do you know what I think of?" Huo Yuhao asked.

"What?"

"With soul bone attached outside."

Huo Yuhao said: "When I put it on, it seems to be integrated with my body, giving me a feeling similar to a scorpion's tail."

He picked up the last soul guidance device on the table and his eyes became serious.

This is Huo Yun'er's relic, the White Tiger Dagger, which was originally given to her by Dai Hao, Duke of White Tiger.

Noticing his emotional changes, Snow Emperor paid some attention.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Yuhao, are you there?"

"Ah, someone is coming." Tian Meng quickly returned to the sea of ​​​​spirits. Huo Yuhao smiled helplessly and ran to open the door, revealing a tall and dark figure.

Seeing Huo Yuhao, He Caitou laughed innocently and touched his head: "Yuhao, can I ask you a favor?"

Huo Yuhao smiled and said: "Brother Caitou, you have been busy studying at Mingde Hall recently. Why do you want to trouble me as soon as we meet?"

He Caitou said: "It's just because I have been studying continuously for too long, and today I want to go out and relax."

"I want to walk around Mingdu with you."

Huo Yuhao declined: "Brother Caitou, I'm sorry, I have something else to do today, so I won't go out with you."

He Caitou didn't force it and said, "Okay, Yuhao, let's go together again if we have the opportunity in the future."

After saying goodbye to Huo Yuhao, He Caitou left the teaching building and walked toward the exit of the college alone.

Huo Yuhao didn't think too much, put away all his soul tools, and prepared to go to Mingde Hall to find Jing Hongchen.

…

After He Caitou walked out of Sun Moon Academy, he raised his head and exhaled deeply.

He first walked into the deserted grove near the college, took out a human skin mask and other makeup tools from the storage soul guide, and made a disguise for himself.

Soon, the dark-skinned Hecaitou disappeared and was replaced by a strange young man with a healthy wheat color.

As a training candidate for the Extreme Individual Soldier Program, he has learned a lot of hidden knowledge, and his disguise level is enough to make the fake look real.

He had already done a disguise to cover up his original appearance, and now he had done it a second time to change his dark complexion.

His dark complexion is the symbol of the royal family of the Sun and Moon Empire. In the Sun and Moon Academy, many uninformed people will naturally mistake him for a disciple of the royal family, but they may also bring him trouble.

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He had previously been seen by a royal disciple in the academy and asked him about his royal family lineage, but he smiled and excused himself.

But outside Sun Moon Academy, it's not that easy to pass away.

If you meet a serious royal disciple, you might really want to ask him where he came from.

Under He Caitou's honest and honest appearance, there is a violent and violent anger that has been suppressed for a long time.

Ever since that bloody night, he felt that his life had become dark and he had only one goal.

That is revenge.

Revenge against the current Emperor of the Sun and Moon.

For this reason, in his previous life, he had been practicing hard day and night.

After arriving in Mingdu as an exchange student, he stepped on this familiar homeland and eagerly wanted to see the place where he had stayed.

He slowly walked towards the imperial city, but he didn't get too close. He just found a tall building in the distance, went to the rooftop and looked at the imperial city from a distance.

That's his real home.

The person who should be sitting on the throne now should be his father, and he has no brother, only a sister. He should be the crown prince of the Sun and Moon Empire.

There was no one else on the roof, giving He Caitou space to vent alone.

The two rows of teeth were worn hard, as if they were chewing the flesh of the Emperor of the Sun and Moon.

He wants revenge, to avenge his parents and sister!

"Ahhhh——"

Finally, He Caitou couldn't bear it any longer and roared in the sky, but all his anger disappeared in the sound of the wind.

He grasped the railing with both hands, the anger in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

The huge force directly bent the iron railing, twisted it into a ball like a twist, and threw it to the ground.

After venting, He Caitou let out a few loud breaths, showing a desperate and painful expression, as if his heart had been hit with a heavy hammer.

He knew that he could never kill the current Emperor of the Sun and Moon by himself, not only with his strength, but also with his time.

The Emperor of the Sun and Moon is deep in the Imperial City, and there are countless masters in the Imperial City. Even a titled Douluo and a ninth-level soul engineer cannot say that they can penetrate deep into the Imperial City and directly take the head of the Emperor of the Sun and the Moon.

And even though He Caitou has extraordinary talents and constant opportunities, and even his most promising former junior brother Huo Yuhao is willing to help him for a common purpose, so that he really has enough power to take revenge in his lifetime, he will not be able to take revenge.

Because the Sun and Moon Emperor no longer had time to wait for him to take revenge with his own hands.

I don’t know when the news that Emperor Sun and Moon had been seriously ill began to spread throughout Mingdu. Discussions about which prince would succeed became an after-dinner chat among the people of Mingdu.

Even though he would take the best medicine and receive the best treatment, the Sun and Moon Emperor might only live five or six years at most.

This emperor has been pretending to be healthy in front of others, but his time is numbered.

He Caitou felt a sense of powerlessness surge in his heart.

If you can't take revenge with your own hands and wait for him to die in his old age, how can you have the face to see your parents and sister who were brutally murdered?

He lowered his head and looked down at Mingdu, looking at the people coming and going in the bustling streets, and his anger became even stronger.

They are praising His Majesty the Emperor's grace.
To be continued...