Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

Time is a huge closed loop, no one can escape, and no one can break their designed destiny.

This sentence is still deeply impressed in Wang Feng's mind. It is also one of the few memories that he can still remember the chaotic memory of his previous life.

In fact, when Lin Yu came off the stage, at the end of the dark corridor, the two met again after five years of separation and called his name. From the moment they called his name, Wang Feng remembered something that seemed to have happened to him. But it’s a confusing memory that I haven’t fully experienced yet.

"Wang Feng!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Feng really stood on the spot. He stayed there, at a loss for a moment.

"I know you don't want to see me, but how long are you going to hide?" Lin Yu didn't understand, but he had to say: "It's time to face reality. I don't mean to blame you."

The hands quietly rested on his shoulders.

to blame?

"what?"

Wang Feng turned his head and looked at Lin Yu, his brows already furrowed. He pushed him away distractedly and walked out of the arena.

"Wang Feng, I've been here recently. I'm waiting for you to come to me." Lin Yu did not chase him out, except that Yu Xiaogang was already calling his name everywhere.

Wang Feng rarely refused anyone: "Okay..."

He needed some time, after all, this wasn't the first time, it had been like this every time.

After leaving the stadium, Wang Feng did nothing. The first thing he did was to go straight to the palace. He walked non-stop through the streets and alleys, and finally walked to the palace before night. He looked up at the brightly lit palace above his head.

The palace guard was replaced by a soul master from the Elder Palace, wearing a layer of Tiandou's skin. Wang Feng could sense the stench under the angel badge from a long distance away.

"Stop, who the hell!"

"Don't go in any further, anyone who disobeys the order..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Feng flicked his sleeves and countless cursed energies were born from the palm of his hand, and black silver bays climbed up their necks, cold and evil to the extreme.

Wang Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, so he just stopped them in place and couldn't move.

As soon as he turned his head, a handsome eye mixed with violent and aggressive eyes stared at him.

"Thousand!" Before Wang Feng could even blurt out the last two words, the dark energy surrounding him suddenly faded away, and cold fingers pressed against his mouth. At that moment, Wang Feng truly felt the pressure of death.

His own martial spirit and curse power gradually lost their power under the golden swan behind Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue whispered in his ear: "Shh..."

"you!"

Wang Feng looked at Qian Renxue with cold eyes and waved his hand casually, and the dark energy on the two soldiers who had been pinned to the spot by him dissipated.

They seemed to be reborn, and Wang Feng saw the joy of surviving the disaster on their faces.

It was as if God had played a huge joke on them. Half of the words written in the book of the King of Hell were written back.

It's really funny.

but……

Wang Feng had never discovered that the angel martial spirit posed such a great threat to my martial spirit and cursed body.

He silently noted it in his mind.

I didn't know before that it was because Qian Renxue had never shown her martial spirit in front of him.The two of them have never been as antagonistic to each other as they are today.

"What? Did you come to me after you finally figured it out?" Qian Renxue smiled and raised the corners of her mouth, "Just because I admire you doesn't mean I can endure it indefinitely."

"What are you talking about?" Wang Feng stumbled back a step and almost fell down the steps.

"Be careful, you Soul King can't even stand firm, right?" Qian Renxue said this, but she still kindly tugged on Wang Feng's clothes.

Barely able to steady his body, he didn't know what to say. His original plan was completely disrupted by this sudden sentence.

"Where is my master?"

Wang Feng's eyes were red, and the words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Your master..." Qian Renxue was stunned, "Isn't Elder She always here?"

!!!

Wang Feng was stunned. He saw a familiar figure in armor looking down at him from the palace.

That was clearly his master She Long.

What exactly is going on?

What happened to the people I met today?

She Long was clearly not in the palace, he had confirmed it many times, and why did Qian Renxue say that he finally figured it out?

Figured out what?

It seems that the two of them have never made any promises or unilateral conditions, so how can this be said?

Wang Feng felt like a fool. Everyone was playing tricks on him, as if the world was full of malice toward him.

Whenever this happened, he could always recall the ugly faces of Tang San and Tang Hao.

Strangely enough, although some memories have been quite blurry recently and cannot be remembered clearly, the memory of the night when his younger brother died and every time he came into contact with Tang Hao, Tang San and his hypocrite father and son have never been blurry at all.

Every detail of the rainy night ten years ago is still clearly imprinted in my mind.

"Really Master?" Wang Feng raised his head and looked directly at the figure in armor. The closer he walked, the more Wang Feng felt that something was wrong.

This person didn't seem to be the person he was familiar with, but he was infinitely closer to it.

The half-step back betrayed his heart, "Who are you?"

Wang Feng's vigilance never dropped at all.

He didn't know what was going on in the world, what happened today, it seemed that everything he saw in this day was weird.

"Good disciple, I am who I am, who else could the master be?"

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him under the helmet, and the penetrating gaze made Wang Feng's back feel cold and the hairs stood on end.

This person is definitely not his master. Even though his voice and tone are exactly the same, only Wang Feng himself knows...

He turned around and ran, almost using up all his energy to fly out of the palace.

How could She Long call him "Good Disciple", a nickname that even he himself found unbelievable?

This sentence sounds normal at first, but it is very abnormal when it comes from She Long's mouth.

This person is definitely not a master.

The tone of speech, voice, and appearance can all be imitated, but the daily habits are the uniqueness that others can never imitate.

The strange thing is that when Wang Feng looked back, the blood-red eyes under the armor, Qian Renxue, and the two soldiers from before were just standing there motionless, staring at him who had run away.

Even in broad daylight, it's weird how uniform the smile is.

However, the weird things were not over yet. That night, Wang Feng hid in the An Xiao headquarters. He thought he could sleep peacefully, but he had a dream.

In his dream, he once again dreamed about what he had experienced during the day today.

The only difference was that She Long didn't show up again, Qian Renxue just warned him to stay away from the palace and then left. Everything seemed to be back on track.

Without those weird words, everything seemed to be going in the right direction.

But... is it really so?