The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 762

The long black spear, like a flood dragon breaking the sea, tore the night apart in an instant.

The airflow in the hall seemed to be divided into two.

Under the night sky, the slender figure holding a long spear stopped steadily at the last move.

It was hard to imagine that such a delicate, fair-skinned, and thin girl could have such terrifying explosive power.

A long spear was brandished out by her to break through the formation. The great power and momentum of a deity wiping out the devil.

The sweat had already soaked Solana's clothes.

The thin dress was tightly attached to her body, outlining an attractive curve.

As she breathed, her white and delicate collarbone rose and fell slightly.

The crystal-clear sweat trickled down her cheeks and arms, forming a stream on the ground.

The reflection of the moonlight made Solana's skin even whiter.

"Sure."

Hearing the affirmative response of the teacher not far away, Solana took back her long spear.

It was only then that she realized that the two days of sleepless practice had exhausted all her strength.

For cultivators, especially cultivators with a natural constitution like her, it was almost impossible to exhaust their strength.

But now it really happened.

On the one hand, Caspian was very strict, and on the other hand, Solana herself spared no effort.

Solana firmly remembered what Caspian had said before.

She wanted to become the sharpest weapon in Caspian's hands.

That was her goal.

Her legs went limp and she stumbled. Fortunately, with the support of the Ghoul-Locker Spear, Solana did not fall down.

"I've just burned the bath water for you. There's a medicinal ingredient in it. You can take a bath now and absorb the efficacy better." The voice of Caspian came again.

Turning around with difficulty, Solana looked in the direction pointed by Caspian and saw a big bucket in the yard. There was a fire below, and milk-white liquid was surging inside.

The air was also filled with the fragrance of herbs.

Obviously, when Caspian did all this at that time, he did not avoid Solana.

However, Solana was too engrossed in her practice so that she didn’t notice.

Solana lowered the tip of the Ghoul-Locker Spear, threw her arm, and nailed it to the ground. Solana imitated Caspian’s action subconsciously.

Then she turned around and walked toward the bucket.

She didn't take off her close-fitting clothes, or she didn't have the strength to take it off. She held the bucket with her arms and spent a little effort before soaking into it.

But before that, it was a piece of cake.

The moment her body was soaked in the thick medicinal liquid, Solana felt a strong medicinal power seeping into her body along her skin, refining her skin, muscles, and bones.

At this time, she heard Caspian's footsteps behind her.

Before she could turn around, Solana felt that her shoulder was pressed by Caspian.

The next moment, she felt a hand reach into the bucket and untie the belt of her clothes on her back.

And then, her body lost the restraint of the clothes.

In the sound of the water, Solana saw from the corner of her eyes that the moon-white dress was wet and was casually placed on the edge of the bucket by Caspian.

This action was a hundred times more excessive than ambiguous. If it happened to other opposite sex, it could only show that their relationship was extraordinary, far more intimate than that of ordinary people.

But for Caspian and Solana, it didn't seem to mean much.

Caspian looked at Solana's white back and said, "I originally hoped that you could enter Cultivator state. In that case, the effect of absorbing this bucket of medicine will be better."

After a while, Solana said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your problem. It's me." Caspian shook his head. "I'm in a hurry to get instant benefits.