Douluo: Humans are peerless, fake gods

Even though his limbs were shattered and his whole body was convulsing with pain, Huo Yuhao still looked up, staring at Tang San with bloodshot eyes.

As if to say: Come on, keep going, try out any tricks you have!

Tang San's expression did not change at all.

He just raised his hand, and blue light flickered at his fingertips.

Huo Yuhao felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the next moment, Tang San had appeared beside him, pointing a finger at his shoulder.

He tensed his nerves instantly, but as the light sank into his body, the expected torture and pain did not happen, instead he felt a spring breeze-like comfort.

Bones reorganized, scars healed...

"Very good, you can hold on until now, I underestimated you."

"Not bad, although your talent is a little worse, but you have resilience, and you can barely match my daughter."

As he spoke, Tang San's face changed to a smile, and he applauded Huo Yuhao. As if the fierce actions just now were all illusions, not from his hands.

Huo Yuhao stood up again, staring at Tang San warily.

He had not forgotten who caused all the suffering. A slap in the face and then a sweet date?

Who are you trying to fool?

The more I look at that smile, the more hypocritical it seems!

There was a moment of silence.

Tang San, however, did not care at all, and said to himself, "After all, I am also an elder. Since you have resisted me for so long, I will give you a small reward as a reward."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San raised his hand and waved forward. The air in front of him instantly condensed into a transparent light curtain, and countless light spots could be vaguely seen lingering on it, like a nebula.

"Do you still recognize her, Huo Yuhao?" Tang San asked, pointing to the light curtain in front of him.

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao frowned, and then glanced at the light curtain in front of him with a suspicious look. But after just one glance, it was hard to look away.

I saw——

In the light curtain, a woman curled up and lay on a green grass.

She closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. The sunlight fell through the branches of the tree, shining on her body, giving her a faint golden halo.

Looking at the familiar figure in the light curtain, Huo Yuhao's heart trembled, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't help shouting out loud.

"Mom, Mom!"

His eyes were instantly red.

The sleeping woman in the light curtain was his mother who had passed away many years ago and buried with his own hands!

The memory seemed to go back to the past, back to the Duke of White Tiger's mansion, back to the dilapidated woodshed.

On the sickbed, the mother who was overworked and dying was holding on to her last breath, using the last bit of strength to hug herself reluctantly, telling her debt and guilt.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand.

However, his hand passed through the light curtain and his mother's face, and only caught a ball of cold air, so close yet so far away. Just like when he was young, he was powerless when facing his mother's death.

That's right...

Mother had passed away long ago.

Right in front of him, buried by her own hands.

This scene instantly brought his thoughts back to reality.

All this was done by Tang San!

His eyes moved away from the scene in the light curtain, his eyes were red, staring straight at Tang San, his voice was rapid, hoarse and suppressed.

"Who is she? What did you do to my mother?"

Tang San was still not anxious, and spoke slowly, "She is your mother, Huo Yun'er."

"No, mother she-" Huo Yuhao denied it flatly.

"She did die once. But for God, death is not the end. I took her soul out of the underworld and resurrected her." Tang San put on a gentle smile again.

"How is it, Huo Yuhao?"

"Mother and son reunited, do you like the gift I prepared for you? Are you very happy?" Tang San looked at Huo Yuhao with a smile, admiring his stunned and dazed expression.

He enjoyed the pleasure of seeing such an expression, which would give him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the screen, the figure of his mother in his memory overlapped with the person in the picture.

"Mom is still alive..."

He murmured.

"The question and answer time is over, now it's time for you to choose your reward."

Looking at Wang Dong'er who was isolated by divine power behind him, Tang San turned his eyes to Huo Yuhao.

"I'll give you two choices, you can exchange your mother back, or take Wang Dong'er away from me."

"You can only choose one, and as long as you make a choice, the other choice will completely disappear." Tang San's tone was still calm, and he decided the life and death of the two people lightly.

As if it was just a sparse and ordinary little thing, but it was indeed the case for him.

"So Huo Yuhao, will you choose your mother who has worked so hard to raise you alone? Or will you choose the lover who is the most important person in your life?"

"I'm curious, how will you choose between the two of them?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and added: "Of course, you can choose neither of them and refuse my gift."

"But in this case..."

Tang San's playful smile was a bit sinister, "Then both your mother and your lover, that is, my daughter, will be completely wiped out."

Huo Yuhao was stunned in place, feeling cold all over.

He didn't know if Tang San could really do it, but Dong'er was really killed by her once, once and twice. He knew that he had no trial and error cost.

But whether it was his mother or Dong'er...

He was unwilling to give up either of them.

He looked towards Dong'er subconsciously, but his sight was blocked by the blue light.

"Don't worry, I have sealed Dong'er's five senses with my divine power, and she won't hear your choice." Noticing Huo Yuhao's gaze, Tang San reminded him kindly.

After he finished speaking, the light screen lit up again. This time, the scene that appeared was no longer the scene of Huo Yun'er in the God Realm after her resurrection. Instead, it was the scenes of the mother and son getting along with each other in the past.

In the White Tiger Duke's mansion, they depended on each other for survival.

In every picture, he and his mother's faces were filled with happy smiles. Although life was hard, his mother's tenderness and care were always deeply engraved in every detail.

Those past, every bit of life, was deeply imprinted in Huo Yuhao's mind. These were the happiest, happiest, and most reluctant times for him to recall.

Huo Yuhao stared at the picture in front of him in a daze, and tears unconsciously flowed out of his eyes. In his heart, his mother has always occupied a very special position.

The scene in the light screen kept changing, and finally stopped at the scene where his mother held him before she died.

"My little Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."

"My little Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."

"My little Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."

"..."

Beside my ears, the weak but hopeful voice seemed to ring again.