[Douluo+Jian San] I became a fucking pig's foot

"Third sister, you just said that you approached me to find out information about human soul masters..."

Tang Hao looked at her with burning eyes.

Mi Tang said awkwardly, "This is just a hypothesis. I am not a spy sent by the soul beast."

"No." Tang Hao rubbed her cheek with his thumb. The delicate and warm touch of his fingertips made him unable to put it down. He looked into Mi Tang's eyes and said solemnly, "If it is Sanmei, I think... I know that there is a person ahead of me. Even if there is a trap, I will jump into it without hesitation.”

Mi Tang's pretty face turned slightly red at his love words.

"Bah, your mouth is really blinding your face."

She seems to be honest, and she is very skilled in speaking flirtatious words.

Tang Hao had a smile on his lips.

"This is only for you."

Wuhun City is located at the junction of Tiandou Empire and Star Luo Empire.

In terms of scale and economy, it is no less than the imperial capitals of the two major empires.

Mi Tang and the other three settled in a hotel in Wuhun City and sent official invitations to Douluo Palace in advance.

The ceremony of being awarded a title is not complicated, but the Douluo Palace has not awarded a title to a newly-titled Douluo for a long time, so some things must be prepared in advance.

Mi Tang took a comfortable bath, applied body lotion, put her long blue hair wetly on her head, and put on a bathrobe.

"Second brother?"

Mi Tang was about to dry her wet hair when she saw Tang Hao sitting at the desk, looking through something.

"Such an adult doesn't take care of himself and doesn't use soul power to dry his hair?"

Tang Hao looked up and saw that she was holding a head of wet hair, her eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he stood up, picked her up and took the dry towel.

Mi Tang smiled and said, "The soul power dried up in a flash. Didn't the second brother lose a chance to show off?"

Tang Hao's strength was neither light nor heavy. It didn't take long for Mi Tang to close her eyes comfortably and half lean into his arms.

"I just wrote a letter to my father."

Mi Tang opened her eyes in excitement.

"Father will promise us both." Tang Hao said with a low smile, "Although I have never met you, my father has always wanted to see you. I used to write letters home to him, and his replies always mentioned you and asked me when I would take you back. . I won’t feel at ease if I don’t marry such a good wife as soon as possible.”

This was the first time Mi Tang heard Tang Hao's father's evaluation of herself.

The rating is quite high.

It was so high that she felt a little guilty.

She was the one who "led the bad" to Tang Hao, and made it impossible for Tang Hao to follow everyone's expectations and become the sect leader...

"...Liar, it's good that he didn't grit his teeth at me..."

Tang Hao burst out laughing when he saw Mi Tang's expression hiding some nervousness.

"It's rare that Third Sister also gets nervous sometimes."

Mi Tang rolled her eyes and rolled to the other side of the big bed.

"My eldest brother and I are both his favorite heirs. He is naturally willing to let eldest brother be the sect master." Tang Hao saw that she was a little angry, so he stopped smiling and stretched out his arms to fish her over, " You really don’t have to worry, father is really satisfied with you.”

There were some things Tang Hao didn't tell Mi Tang.

Tang Hao's father obviously knew how far his son and his lover were progressing. Letters from home not only promoted marriage but also gave birth to a baby.

But Tang Hao felt that he and Mi Tang were both young. Mi Tang had to concentrate on training in the past few years. It was a period of rapid cultivation and it was impossible to have extra energy to give birth to children.Tang Hao didn't want her talent to be wasted because of childbirth, so the two of them had been careful to avoid it over the years.

When they live in seclusion and have more time, they might consider getting a smaller one.

It's best to be a girl, like her mother.

"What do you think?"

Tang Hao said bluntly, "When we live in seclusion, we should have a small one."

Mi Tang's face is shy.

I usually say flirtatious words easily, but this is not the case.

"Two Titled Douluo want a child...the odds..."

Tang Hao turned over and imprisoned her between his chest and the bed, leaned forward and bit her earlobe.

"It will happen after too many times."

Don't doubt the physical strength of Titled Douluo.

Happy night.

Mi Tang was too tired to open her eyelids.

"Is my title Douluo fake?"

Tang Hao's palm lingered on her back and he said something.

"I also think it's fake. I'm not happy every time."

Mi Tang: "..."

She raised her foot and kicked Haotian Douluo out of bed.

"Go sleep next door!"

Tang Hao: "..."

Woman heart seabed needle.

On the second day, Wuhun Palace sent someone early to deliver the Titled Douluo's uniforms to the three of them.

"Hey, it's actually bright red."

She shook it open and saw that it was a women's red robe with strange patterns embroidered with golden silk thread.This kind of dress is an exclusive custom-made dress that represents the identity of a titled Douluo. Only a titled Douluo can wear it, and it is only worn on very important occasions to show solemnity.

Mi Tang went back to the room and changed into it. The size was just right.

When she came out, the hotel waiters and guests stepped aside and saluted, showing awe.

"The titled Douluo... is quite majestic."

The three of them got on the carriage prepared by Wuhun Palace and headed to Douluo Palace.

Pope Qianxunji and Saint Bibi Dong waited in front of Douluo Hall for a while.

Among the three titled Douluo, one of them is uniquely young and deserves such attention.

"After several years of separation, you three gave me a big surprise."

Qian Xunji held the scepter representing the power of the Pope and looked at the three people with gentle eyes.

When his eyes fell on Mi Tang and glanced at her dress, there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

A 25-year-old titled Douluo with two 10-year-old soul rings...

Who can not be jealous!

A few years later, Mi Tang's appearance became better and better, like an orchid in an empty valley. The more he looked at her, the more he was attracted to her.

From the perspective of appearance and temperament alone, Mi Tang is indeed not inferior to Bibi Dong, and is even better in terms of talent.

Such a woman followed a reckless man like Tang Hao.

snort!

"Back then, you boldly said that you would fight for the title Douluo before the age of 35, but now it's ten years earlier. The younger generation now is really surprising." Qianxun Ji said a few words, "You three are the protagonists today, come here. Come and accept your glory."

The whole sealing ceremony is not complicated. You wear a formal dress and enter the Douluo Hall, release your martial soul and soul ring in front of at least three worshipers in the Douluo Hall, and confirm that your strength reaches the level of a titled Douluo, and you can keep your title in the Douluo Hall forever. , let future generations admire forever.

Tang Hao and the others entered the Douluo Hall, and Mi Tang's eyes fell on the Seraphim statue.

angel god...

Wuhun Palace has a profound foundation.

Qian Daoliu, as a great enshrined person, did not appear at anyone else's ceremony except for his son who was granted the title of Douluo.

Today it happened for the first time.

Next to him stood a woman of extraordinary beauty.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao met several worshipers one after another, and finally called out "Senior Bo Saixi."

Yes, the woman is Bo Saixi.

"You guys really gave me a big surprise."

Should she sigh with emotion that she deserves to be Tang Chen's grandson?

Mi Tang glanced at Qian Daoliu and called Bo Saixi "grandma" sweetly.

Bo Saixi blushed and Qian Daoliu turned dark.

"What are you calling grandma..."

Mi Tang smiled and said, "Sooner or later."

Go back and squeeze the good things out of Tang Chen.

She helped Tang Chen defeat his love rival.

Bo Saixi scolded lightly, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with the unique color of passionate love.