Peerless Tang Sect: I am Yuhao’s demon brother

Spirit world

The illusory space has an unusual sense of substance, and a majestic palace looks extraordinary under the halo.

A tall figure stood quietly, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Hey--"

The man sighed softly, with a hint of sadness between his brows. He rubbed it gently with his generous palms, and a gray airflow in his palms continued to condense and turned into a gray bead the size of a soybean.

His eyes looked into the distance,

In the passage of time, a graceful and luxurious woman dressed in white appeared.

"I secretly deepened her jealousy and created conflicts between the Duke's Palace and the Sons of Destiny. According to my original plan, when the two Sons of Destiny were about ten years old, they became orphans without mothers and families."

Tang San knocked on his forehead, feeling a little helpless, "But how come the woman was already dead when the two brothers were six years old?"

If he hadn't discovered it in time and continued his original plan to capture the woman's soul, he would have lost the possibility of letting the son of destiny restrain himself and return to his future.

A smile appeared on the man's handsome face,

When he thought that after the son of destiny became a god according to his predetermined destiny, he would definitely feel grateful to him when he saw his beloved mother.

Although capturing the soul requires paying a certain price, it is nothing compared to the loyalty of the Son of Destiny.

This little child of destiny is still at the mercy of me, Tang San?

The man's original plan was to make the child of destiny feel helpless and suffer repeated hardships and malice during his childhood.

It is human common sense that a child of destiny will cherish the kindness given by others after going through many hardships.

By this time,

People from the Tang Sect and Shrek appeared out of nowhere, offering kindness and linking the fates of the three, without fear of disapproval from the Son of Destiny.

And our Tang Sect, will rely on the strong luck of the Son of Destiny to regain its unparalleled glory for thousands of years!

The man with long dark blue hair had a majestic figure from behind and continued to think about his long-term plan.

He subconsciously rubbed the gray beads in his hands, and an old majestic voice sounded from inside the beads, "Holding the sun and moon in your hands, picking stars, there is no self in the world."

Tang San frowned slightly, and God Shura's scarlet power burst out of thin air, crushing the gray bead in his hand.

The old voice suddenly stopped.

Tang San murmured to himself, "The Son of Light degenerated into the Necromancer God, massacred the nobles, and then repented before committing suicide?

I originally wanted to use you to resolve the hatred in the heart of the child of destiny, and then find another opportunity to burn the spiritual power in the soul of the fragment to melt the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness of the child of destiny.

But now that the Son of Destiny is closely connected to the Duke's Palace, your thousands of soul fragments have only one last use left. "

The stalwart man frowned slightly and looked into the river of time again.

But as the two sons of destiny continued to grow, the fog in front of him became deeper and deeper, and he could no longer see clearly the fate of the two brothers.

"Hmph, Mother of the Original God Douluo, why do you have to guard me like a thief!"

He sneered and looked into the distance.

The long-haired man shot out the gray beads in his hand, leaving a blue mark in the air, "Well, let's see, who among you and me can have the last laugh."

"With this generation of children of destiny in my hands, you will no longer have the power to make a comeback!"

The man's aura is as deep as the endless sea, and his luxurious dark blue robe seems to have rippling water. His eyes seem empty, but they seem to be all-encompassing. A purple meaning flashes in his eyes, and there is a truth of youthfulness, life and death.

"Dong'er, this is the beginning of my father's ten-thousand-year plan. As my child, you should make a contribution."

A look of love appeared in Tang San's eyes, recalling his charming, lively and lovely daughter in his mind.

'The son of destiny who lost his mother at an early age must long for true love. I have cut your soul apart, leaving only your innocence, kindness and sincerity. You are the incarnation of thousands of beautiful things in the world, and you will definitely be able to enter his heart. '

'No matter how strong his heart is, he can never escape the tenderness of my good daughter. '

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Tang San's handsome face. This was because he was using the two gods to calculate the ten thousand year plan.

As long as many variables are taken into consideration, fate is inevitable and the probability of success is extremely high.

Fate must fall into his hands.

As long as it works, Douluo will be my Tang San's Douluo!

[PS: The above is from my own fanfic. If you don’t accept it, there’s nothing you can do about it. But I think it's actually quite realistic. I have read many of San Shao's works, maybe a dozen, and I was his big fan when I was in junior high school.

Now, for the sake of eating, I try to respect the Third Young Master. 】

Douro Continent

The sun at noon is as scorching as fire, bright and hot.

Time flew by and soon came to the afternoon, which was also the time for the finals.

Zhou Sichen looked at the three people opposite him, the expression on his face was wonderful.

Ever since they heard about the difference in strength from their classmates at noon, the three of them have decided to participate again.

After all, you can make it to the semi-finals, right?

The final was a formality, with Huo Dongjun, Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao playing at the same time.

This time Huo Dongjun did not choose to dominate, but gave Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong enough opportunities to perform.

Xiao Xiao's twin martial souls, Xiao and Ding's skillful coordination and switching made the audience deeply impressed by this girl.

The destructive power of Wang Dong's own soul skill fusion also surprised the referee.

The light of the Butterfly God moves the winged guillotine, which is unparalleledly sharp.

They suddenly discovered that Huo Dongjun's team configuration had no shortcomings at all.

When Du Weilun announced the final winner, the audience burst into warm applause.

"we won!"

"we are the champion!"

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao suddenly cheered, holding Huo Dongjun's arms tightly with each hand.

Not far away, He Caitou also had a happy and bright smile on his face, and his tall figure quickly walked down from the high platform.

"Uncle Junior, congratulations on winning the championship!"

The bald, strong man waved his arms and trotted up to Huo Dongjun.

"To celebrate your victory, I will give you a soul guide, which I just made."

The strong man touched his joint, looking a little embarrassed. There was a delicate and small soul guide lying in his right hand.

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao looked at the bald man with strange expressions. They couldn't understand why this big man called Huo Dongjun his junior uncle.

Huo Dongjun took the soul guide with both hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, brother."

"Hehe." The strong black man rubbed his joint vigorously again, and the smile on his face became happier.

Wang Dong asked curiously, "Why does he call you junior uncle and you call him and eldest brother?"

Xiao Xiao looked at He Caitou up and down with doubts in his eyes.

"Everyone has his own discussion." Huo Dongjun explained.

"Uncle Junior, I won't disturb you for now. When you get to the soul guidance device testing area, I'll treat you to dinner."

The strong black man came and walked quickly. He waved his hand and ran quickly towards the soul guidance device test area.

It seems that as long as the speed is fast enough, the painful memories of the past can be left far behind.

Zhou Yi waited quietly aside, but there was no smile on her face.

"Congratulations to you, you have won the first place among the freshmen. Tomorrow is the time for the awards. You three, please don't be too excited to sleep."

The results of the freshman qualifying finals spread throughout the college, and Huo Dongjun's reputation reached an unprecedented height within the college.