Douluo 2: I dressed up as Huo Yuhao’s biological sister

after all--

The design of this underground arena originated from his casual doodle when he was one year old!

Okay, just kidding.

However, after his father designed the underground arena, he would take the young him around this underground city whenever he had free time. In terms of familiarity, this place was almost like his own back garden.

...Oh, I was wrong. The Imperial Palace should be called the Imperial Garden.

There was a hint of nostalgia in He Caitou's eyes, and then he flashed to a place where many scattered and dilapidated things were piled up, and his soul power swept out, "Hua——", and a sound of falling like a mountain shaking suddenly rang out.

"I knew that no one would be able to discover the shelter left by you, an old man..." He Caitou murmured, and then took out a jade whistle that he had always kept close to his body from his arms, stroked it lightly with his fingertips, then put it to his lips and applied a little force.

"Woo——" (silent version)

The silent sound stream circled around his lips, and then, a whirlpool suddenly appeared under He Caitou's feet. He withdrew his hand without hesitation, put the jade whistle back properly, and jumped down in an instant!

Before leaving, he did not forget to throw out a few homemade instant-detonating soul-guided blasting bombs!

at the same time!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

The triggered micro-pressure soul guide bomb at the door was also triggered by the visitor!

"There's an ambush!"

"Get out!"

"Get out of the way!"

The tragic sounds of emergency retreat rang out one after another!

But it's too late!

The moment they stepped into Room 18, they were on a path of no return!

The triggered micro-pressure soul guide bomb and the instantaneous detonation soul guide blasting bomb worked together to instantly trigger a huge fire tornado in House 18!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Desperate cries echoed in this small space.

He Caitou listened to the screams just above his head, his lips slightly curved, but the coldness in his eyes became even more severe. It has been more than ten years since the palace coup, but there are still people guarding this small shabby house, huh...

He chuckled, and it was not considered that no innocent people were harmed.

Fortunately, the underground arena was made of special materials, so even if it exploded, it would at most destroy No. 18.

He Caitou was slightly stunned. "Father, when you overcame everyone's objections and insisted on using the most expensive materials to build the underground arena, did you consider the risk of someone "playing with fire" in it?

After all, money can move people's hearts.

A sarcastic smile formed at the corners of his lips.

Then he turned around, his eyes swept across this playground that was designed and installed by his grandfather and belonged to him alone. The coldness in his eyes gradually faded away. Although he no longer had the simple childishness of his childhood, but...

He Caitou's eyes flashed with an image of an old man who, when realizing that a storm was coming, hurriedly gathered up things like a guinea pig and threw them in, thinking that his little grandson might be able to use them. He couldn't help but feel a little warm in his eyes.

He leaned over and wiped each soul guide clean.

At the end of the cleaning, I unexpectedly found a manuscript left over from the old man's lifelong research in an ordinary but extremely familiar small wooden box.

......And the small wooden box was said to have been made from a fallen branch that his mother picked up when she was holding him in her arms as she passed by the Imperial Garden on his first birthday.

"You just threw it to your grandfather, and the old man treasured it like a treasure. He polished it with his own hands and made it into this small wooden box. He carries it with him every day, and no one is allowed to touch it."

"Can't I touch it?"

"How about we go and try it with my son?"

He Caitou came back to his senses from his memories, his eyes reddened. The treasure that the old man never left behind, now contained his life's work, and was left to him.

It was as if this inheritance had given him love and hope.

"Father, mother, grandfather..."

"He'er won't keep you waiting too long..."

He Caitou murmured, his eyes showing determination and decisiveness.

No, at this moment, he is not He Caitou, but the former Crown Prince of the Sun-Moon Empire, Xu He, who was accompanied by his parents, loved by his grandfather, and had never known the taste of sorrow!

He turned around and once again looked around the entire dark room with nostalgia. After engraving the furnishings inside deeply into his heart, he did not stop and turned quickly. His palm was slightly reflected on a carving that looked like a hand. The terrain rotated and moved in an instant.

Immediately disappeared in this underground arena.

......

This room.

Huo Yuhao had a smile on his face and was chatting with the young master of the Treasure Pavilion in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, with a hint of light in his eyes.

The spiritual thread shared by spiritual detection was touched!

After sensing the familiar mental fluctuations, Huo Yuhao silently opened up the detection and sharing permissions, and instantly connected with the familiar mental power. It turned out to be Huo Yunche who had reached a consensus with Mu Chunsheng and the others!

"Brother, my second brother and I are back..."

Huo Yunche and He Caitou did not get too close to the Treasure Pavilion, but stopped just when they reached the most comfortable detection distance shared by Huo Yuhao's spiritual detection.

Although the two brothers and sisters did not speak to each other, the moment their eyes met, they both tacitly turned sideways and hid in the dark.

Only the shared particularity of mental detection is used to convey messages.

The young master of the Treasure Pavilion was also an amazing person. Huo Yuhao was only distracted for a moment when he was caught by him: “It seems that Brother Huo thinks I am being noisy.”

He chuckled and took a sip of tea, then pointed the cup at Huo Yuhao and said, "There is a long way to go, and it's getting late. How about we two brothers just say 'I regret meeting you too late'?"

Huo Yuhao blinked, and his opinion of the young master of the Treasure Pavilion rose even higher.

He seizes power when he sees opportunities, but does not seek personal gain; he is unbridled but also decisive in killing. He is a pretty good "dandy"!

With this young Pavilion Master, the Treasure Pavilion won't have to worry about its prosperity.

but......

Who is he trying to protect by hiding his abilities like this?

The situation in the Sun-Moon Empire was even more interesting than he had imagined.

Huo Yuhao raised his glass to hide the excitement in his eyes: "I am not worthy of being called Brother Huo by the young Pavilion Master. I am only fourteen years old."

Huo Yuhao took the initiative to give way, and then gave a mischievous smile.

"Why do you think the young Pavilion Master is noisy? It is Yuhao's honor to receive a kind word from the young Pavilion Master."

"But it's really getting late. I still have to go to Fangni Zhai to buy some pastries for my sister. I heard that there is always a long queue when Fangni Zhai opens. I really don't have much time to waste. If it's too late, I'm afraid it will be closed."

"I won't bother you any more, young master. Goodbye!"

Huo Yuhao smiled, drank the tea in his hand, stood up and clasped his fists.

"In that case, take care, my dear brother!"

“I won’t see you off, I won’t see you off.” Huo Yuhao stepped forward and held down the young Pavilion Master’s half-raised body. “I’m leaving!”

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.