National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

It’s the Sipan Church again!

At the same moment, an absurd guess appeared in her mind.

She took a deep breath and asked Sun Fan seriously, "Does your sister have any scars from stitches?"

Sun Fan's eyes widened, and he blurted out subconsciously, "How did you know?"

But he soon realized he had lost his composure. He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and spoke with difficulty, "The scar is on the upper waist, near the back... The palace physician once diagnosed that my sister... was missing an organ."

He closed his eyes, but images flashed before his eyes one after another: his once sweet and adorable sister was now covered in wounds, crawling hard in the snow wearing only a thin undershirt...

Sun Fan was feeling uncomfortable, but a warm hand patted his shoulder, and at the same time, a warmth that calmed his mood came from his arm.

Su Mohui pulled him up, used her mental strength to comfort him, tried to suppress her inner anger, and said softly, "How do you need me to help you?"

"I once studied at the Imperial Capital Academy. My master and Master You are old friends. They once told me about your deeds..." The latter said in a low voice with a difficult expression, but as if he had made up his mind.

"I know where they're hiding in the northwest... During the last few days of the month, there's a group of prisoners being exiled to the northwestern border. Miss Su, please...help me place them in this group."

As he spoke, his raised knees bent again, and he knelt heavily on the ground and kowtowed. "I dare not expect Miss Su to help me, but if you really agree to let me go, I will definitely bring back their heads for Miss Su!"

Su Mohui looked at his back which remained straight even when he knelt down, and sighed softly. She helped him up again and analyzed the pros and cons for him.

“…I admit that you are the most courageous young man from a noble family that I have ever met. I need to discuss this matter with my father. Whether it succeeds or not, I will give you a reply within five days.” Putting aside the Qi and Shen families who have no official positions, Sun Fan did so.

The batch of prisoners that Sun Fan mentioned was the last batch before the end of winter.

It is now the 16th day of the first lunar month, and there are still ten days before exile. After this, school will start on the first day of February, so this matter needs to be arranged early.

Su Mohui thought about it and told the truth. After talking with Sun Fan, she went to find Su Yue.

She briefly told Su Yue about Sun Fan, but reduced the number of times she mentioned the Xipan Church.

"...Actually, I've understood what you said. Minister Sun came to discuss this matter with me a few days ago." Su Yue frowned so tightly that his eyebrows were almost twisted into the shape of a "川" (chuan).

"This matter...is easy to handle, but the procedures are rather complicated." He said, as if thinking of something, and looked at Su Mohui. "Didn't you say before that Miss Zhan Qing knows a lot about the Xipan Church? Ask her to come and talk to Sun Fan again in a few days."

Su Mohui breathed a sigh of relief. She understood that her father had agreed, and nodded obediently, "Okay, Daddy!"

"It will take a few days to approve the official transfer order and government procedures. I will go back to handle these procedures first. You should come back early in the evening." Su Yue said, picked up the heavy sword placed aside, and walked towards the gate of the martial arts field.

Watching Su Yue's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Su Mohui calmed down.

Before the formalities were completed, she couldn't talk about this matter with Sun Fan, so as to avoid causing confusion on both sides.

She strolled around the training ground again and looked at the training level of the 10,000 troops that Su Yue had given her.

These soldiers were wearing thin but cold-resistant clothes and training in an orderly manner in this cold winter day.

Some of them were practicing the military combat taught by Su Mohui, some were sparring, and the rest had sandbags wrapped around their limbs and were training against each other with their weapons raised.

only....

Some people who felt hot had already opened or taken off their shirts to practice sparring.

When Su Mohui first met Ren Siyuan, he was wearing a tight military uniform and looked like a thin dog.

His originally thin body had become much stronger, with strong muscles exposed under his open clothes. His slightly bronze skin had obvious eight-pack abs, which added a touch of temptation to his handsome face.

If a little girl saw this scene, she would definitely have blood rushing to her veins and a nosebleed.

Su Mohui is also a man who loves food and drink, so naturally she likes to see these young people full of energy.

Before she could admire it for a while, these people noticed Su Mohui's presence and started muttering and stuffing clothes in a hurry.

"Yuanzi, hurry up and get dressed, Miss Su is over there!"

"Where are my clothes! Quick, quick, quick! Throw them to me!"

"Lao Zhang—what are you doing wearing my clothes?"

Su Mohui looked at the chaotic scene and burst out laughing.

She turned her head wisely and looked in another direction seemingly unintentionally until the sound of sparring continued. Then she turned back to this side and walked over slowly.

"Meet Miss Su——"

Seeing Su Mohui coming over, the soldiers stopped practicing, put down their weapons, and saluted respectfully.

"It's okay, no need to be so polite. You guys continue training and I'll watch from the side." Su Mohui said this and found a place to sit down.

The soldiers heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, but when they saw that she was sitting only two meters away from them, they almost couldn't breathe.

Even the sparring movements seemed a little unnatural.

Looking at the expressions of this group of people, Su Mohui was reminded of her training in the army in the 23rd century.

At that time, their instructor also liked to stand by with a serious face, but at that time there were ten people watching ten thousand people, but now she was the only one watching.

Thinking of this, Su Mohui laughed out loud.

Instead of sitting down, she circled around the group.

When I got to Ren Siyuan, he was sparring with another person...

At this moment, he was stretching out his arm to block the opponent's attack, but at the same time he stretched out his leg and kicked the man in front of him sideways.

The man was not to be outdone. He jumped up quickly, leaped to a distance of one meter, and then made a forward attacking move.

Su Mohui recognized this man. He was the team leader when they were divided into groups before. His name was... Zhou Weibin.

After a fight, the two ended in a draw.

"Not bad, Ren Siyuan, you've reached the Martial Saint level now, almost reaching the late stage, right?" Su Mohui applauded the two people in front of her. "I remember Zhou Weibin, you were also a Martial Saint before, right? You've laid a very solid foundation."

When praising others, be fair and impartial so as to avoid causing trouble.

Ren Siyuan and Zhou Weibin were a little surprised. Su Mohui still remembered their previous strength and spoke one after another.