At this time, Tang San's group was also attracted by the movement here, and curiously looked at the elf ball in Locke's arms.
"Dean Locke, why are you here?" Tang Dieyi asked.
"I just found a Water Qilin." Locke said, continuing to project the little beast inside Gulu Ball, "That's it! A very cute little Water Qilin! It will be my little friend from now on!"
"Water Qilin?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Is this the legendary Auspicious Beast Water Qilin?"
"Yes, yes!" Locke smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed to a slit, "I never thought I could capture the heterochromatic unicorn in this world."
It makes people jealous and hateful to see, a unicorn catches it at will.
"You're so lucky." Tang San is also extremely eager. If he has this Auspicious Beast, what should he be afraid of Tang San.
"Not really lucky."
Locke smiled, "Okay, you can continue to practice. I will go back and study this unicorn."
"Okay, bye."
Looking at Locke's retreating back, the smile on Yunxiao's face disappeared instantly, and his expression became extremely solemn.
He stood there, Jiujiu said nothing, his palms were covered in cold sweat.
The feeling I had at that moment was definitely not an illusion.
Locke Dean is definitely a hidden boss.
And his strength is unfathomable, I'm afraid even Spirit Hall's gang won't be able to match him.
How many such hidden bosses are there in this world?
Will Continental Young Soul Master Tournament be as simple as you imagined two years from now?
Yunxiao felt a little uneasy in his heart for the first time.
I glanced at Tang San next to me, raised my hand and was struck by lightning on the buttocks, making Tang San scream wildly.
"Who told you to stop? Keep running."
"Yes, yes, I will continue."
Tang San then continued running.
Yunxiao didn't want to let him go and continued to shock him.
Locke jumped back to his dean's office, closed the door behind his back, and the innocent and bright smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, becoming serious.
He walked to the desk, took out the Gulu Ball in his arms, put it on the table, then pulled up a chair and sat down, holding his chin, looking at the Mo Hui in the ball with interest.
At this time, Mo Hui had woken up and looked around blankly.
He couldn't figure out why he was so unlucky.
It was clear that the son of luck, Tang San, was about to be tied up, but Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and was trapped in this broken ball.
Who is that bastard?
There is simply a way to die!
There is no sound from the system either. I wonder if it is blocked by the broken ball.
Nowadays, the sky and the sky are not responding, and the earth and the earth are not functioning properly, and they can only be at the mercy of others.
Locke is not in a hurry to release him, but traps him for a few days first. One day without using it is enough to make him collapse.
Because the objects are different, this Gulu Ball is also specially made.
An absolutely dark space with no light, no wind, and no sound, just like a prison cell.
"I'll fuck your eighteenth generation of ancestors! Let me out immediately!"
Mo Hui's voice became shrill and shrill because of his anger. "Which unscrupulous bastard with smoking eyes caught me! If you have the guts, let me out for a duel! What's the point of hiding behind and carrying out sneak attacks!"
"The person who created this broken ball has no descendants! He gave birth to a son without an asshole, and gave birth to a daughter without a belly button! What a bullshit seal, even the system can cover it, why don't you seal yourself in it and die!"
While cursing, he scratched with his claws, lashed with his tail, and thrust with his horns, and the light blue water type Soul Power sprayed out as if it was free, but no matter how hard he tried, the darkness around him swallowed up all his attacks.
"Just wait for me! When I get out, I will be the first to demolish your ancestral grave! I will dig out all the bones in your ancestral grave and feed it to the dogs! I will flood your whole family! Let you stay in the water and be a bastard for generations to come!"
Mo Hui cursed him so hard that he cursed him from the person who made the ball to the person who caught him, from the opponent's eighteenth generation ancestor to his unborn great-grandson. He cursed him over and over again with all the curse words he could think of in his two lifetimes.
In the end, my throat became increasingly dry and painful, until my voice was hoarse like a broken gong, every word I spoke felt like needle pricks, and I couldn't even swallow my saliva.
I don't know how long it took, but he couldn't curse anymore, and then he felt fear.
This dark space swallowed up everything.
He didn't know how long he had been here.
Is it a minute? An hour? Or a day?
Is Tang San outside already gone? Is there another system that has tied him up? He missed this opportunity, will he be able to find such a good host in the future?
Could this be his punishment for getting close to Tang San?
No, it's not like he was wrong.
"Is there anyone here? Let me out! I'm wrong! I won't scold you anymore!"
He shouted a few more times, his voice already filled with tears.
Still no one responded.
He began to think wildly.
Who was it that caught him?
Why did they want to arrest him?
Are you attracted to his Water Qilin bloodline and want to pull his tendons, peel off his skin, and refine medicine and weapons?
Still want him to be his Second Martial Soul.
He should have thought that the world would be different long ago.
He must be more than just a time traveler, there must be a technological monster, and he developed Soul Tool that can capture Soul Beast, so he was captured.
Think about it, it must be.
There is no other possibility.
Otherwise, why would the system even disappear?
Thinking of this, Mo Hui shuddered.
He was originally just an ordinary college student. He died suddenly while staying up late to read a novel. When he opened his eyes, he turned into a newborn Water Qilin. Before he could adapt to his new identity, he connected to a "host sharing system". The system told him that as long as he connected to any suitable host, he could share his luck and cultivation speed.
So he chose Tang San.
He traveled across mountains and rivers, from Star Dou Forest to Suotuo City, for three full months.
On the way, I escaped the pursuit of Soul Beast and the capture of Soul Master. I ate wild fruits when I was hungry and drank from streams when I was thirsty. After enduring countless hardships, I finally found Shrek Academy and Tang San.
It's about to succeed. As long as you take one more step forward, you can bind the host and reach the pinnacle of life.
What's the result?
As a result, he was locked up in this dark and dark place.
"Why..."
Mo Hui sobbed softly, her shoulders twitching, "What did I do wrong... I just want to hug my thigh... I don't want to die here..."
He is now trapped in this broken ball, complaining about the sky and the earth. No one knows that he is here, and no one will come to save him.
He might be trapped here forever, until he dies of hunger, thirst, or is driven mad in this endless darkness.
But no matter how he cried, made trouble, or bumped into each other, the darkness around him did not change at all.
The cold inner walls, the dead air, and the darkness that never ends, like a huge net, tightly wrap around him, swallowing up his last sanity bit by bit.
I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hui's crying gradually stopped.
His eyes stared blankly at the darkness around him, his eyes unfocused.
My throat has become completely mute and I can't make any sound.
My body was too tired to move, and I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
He was motionless, like a soulless corpse.
There was still endless darkness and silence all around.
Time has lost its meaning here, and space has also lost its meaning.
He didn't know how long he would stay here, or how long he could hold on.
All he knew was that he was going crazy.