grumble! ?
Tiao Mo Tong here has never seen such a disciple killed without saying a word.
Every disciple wanted to capture them as if they were treasures, even if they hated them so much that they gritted their teeth but did not dare to actually kill them.
If you kill them, you will be in trouble with your credits and yourself.
Chao Lian glared, and was about to remind Mi that he would be punished if he killed the troublemaker boy in August.
However, they saw that the ink-tampering boy had been frozen by frost and was not really burned to death. Mi August caught it and threw it into a net bag.
“…”
Mi August threw the spiritual crystal bait back into the ink-washing pond.
Three seconds later, the old trick was repeated.
Another ink-tester frost fell into the bag.
Chao Lian said: “Junior sister’s spiritual sense is really sensitive.”
Mi August looked confused.
Chaolian pointed to the ink-washing pool, “This ink-washing pool is different from ordinary pool water. It is difficult to see with the naked eye and unpredictable with spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, the ink-washing boy inside would not be so difficult to catch. Junior sister can use spiritual crystals to catch the boy, as long as The boy below can pull up the spiritual crystal as soon as he bites it, and his spiritual awareness is beyond our reach.”
What Mi August thought when he heard this was: This is another task to test and facilitate disciples with strong soul consciousness.
In the final analysis, although Du’e Academy is inclusive of all things, and there are all kinds of practitioners in the academy, the real mainstream is calligraphy cultivation. Of course, in everything, cultivating calligraphy cultivation is the first priority.
While Mi August was thinking about it, he caught a few more ink-tampering boys and put them one by one into the net bag.
There was less chatter among the old students in the distance, and there was no feedback from the whispers for a long time.
Chaolian gradually realized that something was wrong, and she turned around to count the ink-tampering boys in the mesh bag.
Because Tiaomotong was frozen by the frost and did not dissolve, it was easier for her to count.
“There are six.” She reminded Mi August, “Even if you catch more, the ink washer will not pay you more. But you can sell them to other disciples.”
“They won’t buy it,” Mi August said.
Whisper just fed back the two sentences from Laosheng, which happened to be the same as what Chaolian said, claiming that Mi August would never be allowed to earn their credits.
“Then why are you still arresting me?” Chaolian asked.
Mi August showed her the task paper.