Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

That house was not close to Wuhun Palace, but it was quite close to where he was.

Even so, it will take some time for Wang Feng to pass.

Because there were many humanoid creatures made of darkness blocking him along the way, Wang Feng had great fun killing them one by one.

Those creatures made gurgling sounds, which sounded extremely miserable, but Wang Feng didn't care at all.

He knew that this was a little trick of the evil god, so how could he get there so smoothly?

He just wants to see his brother soon.

"If this were that night ten years ago, would I also see myself?" When Wang Feng suddenly thought of this question, he didn't think about it that much. He didn't even feel that there was a problem in the world.

It was not without reason that the evil god had dragged him here for no reason.

Wang Feng didn't know about this reason.

After passing through several alleys full of corpses and killing a few dark demons, Wang Feng finally saw the building.

A low house, but the strange thing is that the surroundings of the house are extremely clean, as if the war has never reached here.

The heavy rain seems to be still around here, not only the rain in the sky, but also the frozen time.

Wang Feng walked forward tremblingly, stretched out his hand and gently held the doorknob, but did not dare to push it open.

What if there is a scene of hell inside the door?

He didn't dare to think about it. Although everyone said to imagine things in the worst direction, Wang Feng didn't dare to think about it at the critical moment.

That night ten years ago, their ending and the tragic situation of my younger brother were as vivid as yesterday.

Wang Feng took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong-

No one responded, so Wang Feng rang again.

This time, Wang Feng waited outside the door for a full five minutes. When he wanted to kick the door open, there was a sound from inside the door.

It was the sound of a child running on the wooden floor.

Ta~ta da.

The voice finally stopped in front of the door, only one door away from Wang Feng.

"who are you?"

On the other side of the door was a young child, with a slight hint of panic on his fair cheeks.

"I'm brother..."

Wang Feng casually wanted to say what he had always wanted to say to his brother, but after a short while, he sighed and said, "I'm here to save you."

The little boy inside the door was silent, but when he heard that someone was coming to save him, he smiled happily again.

"Is Lord Weiss coming to save us?"

"Great……"

Wang Feng frowned upon hearing this.

Weiss, who is it?

He tried to stay calm and replied: "Yes, please open the door first."

crunch--

The wooden door opened a gap, and bloody light entered the room.

The little boy opened the door obediently, and what came to his face was the dark, damp and decaying smell.

The gloominess on Wang Feng's face could no longer be maintained, and there was only endless longing.

Many years ago, Wang Feng and his family's old house had been bought by the nobles of Wuhun City, although the land had not yet been developed into a commercial area.

But it’s too fast to think about it now.

The little boy did not consider the possibility that Wang Feng was a bad person before letting him in.

He was a little scared, afraid of the blood on Wang Feng's body. There was a trace of pure and kind ignorance deep in his eyes, but he still suppressed his nausea and said with concern: "Brother, you lost a lot of blood!"

"It doesn't matter, this is not my blood..."

Wang Feng had not finished speaking. Then, the boy shouted towards the only closed door: "Brother! A big brother here is injured."

click-

"Xiao Shu, how many times have I told you not to let people in who you don't know?" The bedroom door was slowly pushed open, and a little boy with dark hair and sinister eyes walked out of the room.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he saw Wang Feng covered in blood and the messy corpses on the ground outside the door, he originally thought that Wang Feng had killed those people. When he was a boy, Wang Feng instinctively took out his carry-on bag. holding dagger.

"Brother, run!"

He shouted at the little boy: "He was not sent by Weiss, he came to kill us!"

"Brother...what are you talking about?"

Wang Shu was so frightened that he almost cried, "But he is injured. Your Majesty said, you can't just die without saving him."

The young Wang Shu did not understand so many meanings, but the young Wang Feng understood everything. He was not from this world, but he came here in that accident.

"Hide behind me!" Young Wang Feng's tone was cold and filled with murderous intent.

Wang Shu was frightened by his appearance, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he trotted behind his brother.

Listening to their confused conversation, Wang Feng was stunned.

to kill them?

This Weiss, why didn't he have any impression when he said this name?

Even the name did not appear in his memory.

Who is this person?

Why do you say this name from your brother and yourself?

Wang Feng tried hard to recall the long-lasting memories in his mind. He was shocked to find that he could not remember the details of that night ten years ago. He only remembered that his brother finally died in the hands of Tang Hao.

What happened in the meantime?

Previously, Wang Feng only cared about the unquenchable hatred in his heart. He lived with this hatred for ten years and worked hard to improve his strength. His strength was several times stronger than countless peers.

But even so, he never delved into the details of that night.

I only remember the final result and the process of meeting the master...

and many more!

Wang Feng suddenly remembered something. When did he meet his master?

Was it when his younger brother was still there, or after Tang Hao hadn't appeared yet?

This Weiss is definitely a key figure.

The master might know this person and the details of that day, but where is the master now?

"Who is Weiss?" Wang Feng was now eager to ask for details about this person.

Young Wang Feng did not answer his words.

"never mind……"

"It's no use asking you."

Wang Feng has a deep understanding of what kind of person he is, and he also knows that his character of preferring death to surrender has existed since he was a child.

If you ask like this, it will only be regarded as a provocation.

Wang Feng didn't intend to ask this question.

boom--

A ball of cursed energy rose up from his left hand, and the cursed power grabbed young Wang Feng.

"Let my brother go, let my brother go quickly!"

Although Wang Shu was scared, he still mustered up the courage to rush forward with the dagger beside him and punch and kick Wang Feng.

But such an attack was not painful or itchy at all, and could not even penetrate his body-protecting soul power.

Wang Feng did not resist Wang Shu's injury to him, and the young Wang Feng was still struggling desperately.

"Please, please let my brother go..." Wang Shu hugged his thigh, tears flowing down drop by drop.

Wang Feng took a deep breath, his throat was choked for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became determined.

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Yekan in the audience endured it for a long time. When Wang Feng was hit by several arrows and was about to die, he planned to take action, but was stopped by his younger brother.

Yekan said coldly: "This kid can't die yet, I have to save him."

"But we can't do it to humans!" Before he finished speaking, Ye Yu suddenly saw waves of black energy rising from the unconscious Wang Feng.

"There is a turning point, brother, look!"