Douluo's dark fallen angel

Tang Hao didn't want Tang San to see some scenes, so he took Su Yuntao away.

Tang Hao stopped in a forest, looked at the bloodless Su Yuntao in his hands, Tang Hao's voice was without any emotion: "Tell me who is behind you, and I can let you go."

"me......"

Just as Su Yuntao was about to speak, two groups of flames suddenly appeared in his eyes, the two flames looked like two skeletons, and the moment the flames appeared, Su Yuntao seemed to be deprived of all his energy.

He stood there with his mouth open and his eyes glazed over.

Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly started to burn into flames in front of Tang Hao, but Su Yuntao didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of crying, even if he stood there motionless, even though his entire body was completely engulfed by the flames, he didn't make a sound.

From the beginning to the end, Tang Hao stood aside and watched quietly.

Su Yuntao was completely burned by the flames, he slowly turned and left.

.........

Just as Tang Hao left, the adults in the village rushed over upon hearing the sound.

The adults wanted to take Tang San and the seven unconscious children away, but Tang San refused.

He just stood there, watching the villagers extinguish the flames and "lift" the charred old Jack out.

After solemnly kowtowing three times in front of Old Jack's grave, Tang San knelt for a long time, and after a long time, he dragged his tired body and endured the soreness all over his body to return to the blacksmith shop.

Pushing open the door, he saw Tang Hao sitting in the room drinking a dull wine.

Tang San pursed his lips, looking at Tang Hao in the room, he had a lot to ask, but he didn't know how to speak.

What to say?

It should be said that Dad, you are a great master,

Or should I ask why Tang Hao lived in seclusion in this small mountain village?

Still foolishly asking Tang Hao what did he take that person there for?

"dad......"

He didn't ask anything, and the thousands of words in his heart were finally merged into these two words.

Tang Hao put down the jug, and glanced at Tang San at the door: "Are you injured?"

Tang San clenched his fist, but still said: "No injury."

He was indeed unhurt, but at the last moment old Jack gave him a push and saved him.

The reason why he is so tired now is because the soul orb sucked all the soul power in his body, and the impact of the final explosion that threw him out.

"Father, why did that man come back to kill me today?"

Tang San clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth.

Everything that happened today was too sudden for him. Why would someone come to kill him? Old Jack even gave his life to save him.

Tang San was puzzled, puzzled, but more angry.

"Those people came after me."

Tang Hao's faint voice came.

Regarding Tang Hao's answer, Tang San was actually not surprised, he already knew this result.

My own father has such strength but hides in this small mountain village, why?

He wants to know the reason of all this, he wants to avenge old Jack.

"Little San, has your martial spirit awakened?"

At this time Tang Hao asked suddenly.

Tang San nodded lightly: "Papa has awakened, it's the Blue Silver Grass."

"hiss."

Tang Hao took a light breath, and Tang San noticed that Tang Hao's hands had been tightly clenched.

"Release your martial spirit and show me."

Tang San obeyed obediently, he stretched out his right hand, and then a faint blue light appeared in his palm, and in an instant, a small blue grass appeared.

Tang Hao stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, lost his mind for a while, and gradually recovered after a long time. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that Tang San's expression was somewhat hesitant.

"Father, I actually still have a martial soul."

Said, Tang San stretched out his left hand, revealing his other spirit.

Tang Hao's red eyes suddenly froze, he stood up from the stool abruptly, grabbed Tang San's shoulder, and stared at Tang San's other spirit with wide eyes.

"This is twin martial souls..."

.........

In Wuhun Hall, Qianhunfeng is sitting in the room and is practicing.

Suddenly there were a few noises from the glass, he opened his eyes and walked to the window.

Open the window, and then a bird flew in from outside.

Looking at the flames of the skeleton in Xiaoniao's eyes, Qianhunfeng said calmly, "What's wrong?"

Han Dang's voice came from Xiaoniao's mouth: "Young master, the operation failed."

"I see."

Qianhunfeng said calmly.

"Young master, what should we do next?"

At this time, Han Dang was still in Notting City and did not leave.

"I have figured out one thing these two days."

A smile appeared on Qianhunfeng's face: "Actually, being a villain is also very good, at least it allows me to experience a refreshing feeling that decent people can't experience."

"Forehead......"

Han Dang said, young master, I dare not answer your words.

Qianhunfeng took out his special black feather fan for pretense, fanned it slightly, and said with a light smile: "Let Tang San experience the difficulty of being born in hell."

.........

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong who was sitting on the throne looked down at the boy below, and said impatiently, "Why are you bothering me again?"

This time Qianhunfeng didn't make any jokes anymore, he looked at Bibidong sitting above with a smile on his face, and said, "I'm here to tell mother something, my people found Tang Hao in a small mountain village outside Notting City. trail."

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly: "What you said is true?"

"How dare my son lie to my mother, the hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable, this time my son finally found Tang Hao's trace, hoping to kill him completely, in order to sacrifice my father's spirit in heaven."

Bibi Dong didn't say anything, she seemed to be thinking and weighing.

His hand tapped the armrest lightly, and after a while, she said calmly: "Call all the titled Douluo who are working, and prepare to go to Notting City."

Qian Hunfeng lowered his head and said respectfully: "I'll go now, my child."

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Going to bed, hoping to be woken up tomorrow morning by a recommendation ticket.