Douluo: I became a god after I became Tang San's sister

The man took a bite of the wonton and burned his tongue. He screamed and turned to spit at the man in black who had brought the wonton.

"Bah, what a piece of crap, it's gonna burn me to death." After saying that, he was still not satisfied, so he kicked the man in black and knocked him to the ground before he stopped.

Sheng Yu looked at the young master with a trace of disgust in his eyes. He pulled Mingxi away and lowered his head to gently persuade Mingxi not to look.

Tang Qingyi frowned, tapped the table with her fingers, and spoke briefly and coldly. "You took my things, have you figured out how to compensate me?"

The young master looked at Tang Qingyi and burst into laughter. The fat on his body trembled with her laughter, making him look like a big meat worm. His eyes were cloudy and he felt disgusted as he looked at Tang Qingyi.

"Compensation? If you want someone to accompany you so much, why not let your brother accompany you properly?"

Hearing this, Tang Qingyi stared at him with eyes as sharp as a knife, and with her jade-like fingers she quietly exerted force, leaving fingerprints on the wooden table in front of her.

Jin Mao and Ying Tao, who were still dazed, stood up suddenly. The two young men stared at him fiercely, "Fatty, what did you say?"

The young master saw two pretty boys eating among three beautiful girls and they even dared to stand up and glare at him. He was so angry that his face turned red, just like a braised pig.

In the noisy environment, Sheng Yu gave the young master a malicious smile where no one could see.

The young master was extremely angry at this time. He pointed at Tang Qingyi and the others and cursed: "What a bunch of ignorant little bitches. How dare you treat me like this in the territory of the Tiandou Empire? Do you know who I am? I am the younger brother of the current imperial concubine!"

When ordinary people around heard his reputation as a bully, they turned into birds and beasts and fled from the place. Only a few who boasted of their great strength stayed behind to watch the fun.

The young master looked at the panicked crowd in front of him with great satisfaction, and swung the whip tied around his waist vigorously, looking very majestic.

Tang Qingyi watched his every move, especially the whip he just swung around casually, which reminded Tang Qingyi of the days when she was abducted by the demon guardian.

Obscene eyes, vulgar laughter, and the whip on her body... Although she was quickly rescued by people sent by her father, Tang Qingyi would never forget that one hour, just one short hour.

Tang Qingyi's hand holding the sword kept shaking. She kept urging herself in her heart, Go ahead, go ahead, teach him a lesson so that he can never look down on you again, go ahead!

But for some reason, Tang Qingyi's legs just couldn't take a step.

Jin Mao and Ying Tao, who were standing next to them, did make a move, but were stopped by the man in black. The man in black was a six-ringed Soul Emperor, and the two three-ringed Soul Lords were suppressed and had no power to fight back, even though one of them had reached level 40.

At this moment, Mo Yu was following Sheng Yu to deal with the remaining guards of the young master. Those guards were also four-ring soul masters, and they were evenly matched in a fight.

The young master looked at Tang Qingyi who didn't move, and thought she was scared and was going to obey her, so he reached out to touch her.

Tang Qingyi bit her tongue hard, and the sharp pain inspired her courage. The next second, the sword was unsheathed, and countless sword lights cut the young master's skin and flesh, and the most serious wound was on his lower abdomen. Before the young master could react, when he came to his senses, he only saw the bright white chandelier.

The young master collapsed to the ground due to excessive blood loss. Tang Qingyi did not kill him, nor did she pay much attention to him. She swung the sword with her backhand, splashing the blood on the sword onto the young master's face, then turned around and left.

Although the young master was disgusting, he didn't do anything wrong that Tang Qingyi had to kill him. The guards were not following him sincerely in the first place, and they felt the pressure in the dark, so they had to take the young master away in shame.

Before Tang Qingyi left, she displayed the Pope's Order left to her by her master in public, openly putting pressure on the other party so that the other party would not be able to report anyone present, otherwise it would be regarded as dissatisfaction with the Spirit Hall.

After this incident, the few people no longer had the desire to go out again, and they all went back to recuperate and prepare to set off early the next morning.

When Tang Qingyi returned to the room, Cang and Fei were already kneeling there, waiting for orders.

Tang Qingyi wet the towel and cleaned Wen Zhao thoroughly as if nothing had happened, then she looked at the two people kneeling on the ground.

"Do you have answers to the previous questions?"

"I deserve death. I should never have deceived my lord."

Tang Qingyi leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on her hand. "It's not a matter of death. I know you look down on me, but at least you should know who you are serving. This is just a small punishment. Okay, get off."

The two men knelt down and kowtowed, then left quietly.

"Wait, tell them to stay away like last time."

"Yes"

Tang Qingyi sat on the bed and waited for a while until she could no longer sense the shadow guard's presence. Then she relaxed and said to the person hiding in the dark, "Don't hide anymore. Come out."

A black figure slowly walked out from the darkness. He stood with his back to the light, a black cloak covering his entire body. His clothes were plain and without any markings. All that could be seen was that he was a tall man.

Tang Qingyi hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Father, is that you?"

The man took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his familiar and weathered face.

Tang Qingyi felt her eyes sore for some reason and tears fell involuntarily.

Tang Hao looked at the tears rolling down her face, his lips moved a few times, and he turned his head away and said, "It seems that you are living a good life, and even have a high status in the Spirit Hall."

Tang Qingyi heard something wrong in his tone and thought of her mother, whom she had only met a few times. Tang Qingyi didn't want to cause a conflict between her two backers, so she started to explain.

"I took Pope Bibi Dong as my teacher. She wanted to use me, but over the past three years, I have felt her sincerity. I know you have an old grudge against the Spirit Hall, but I don't want this to affect our relationship."

"What do you know! The Spirit Hall and I have a deep blood feud. As long as I am alive, this matter will never end!"

Tang Hao's anger was beyond words, and the intense rage almost made him leak out his breath.

"I have secretly investigated what happened back then. It was indeed Spirit Hall that caused the tragedy, but the mastermind was the then-Pope Qian Xunji. Spirit Hall and the four major sects at the time had not torn their relations. If Qian Xunji had not discovered the identity of my mother and tried his best to instigate a great elder to hunt you down, such a tragedy would not have occurred. This is a blood feud that cannot be resolved, I know. But Master and Qian Xunji are also mortal enemies. In other words, it was she who helped you avenge your death?"

When Tang Hao heard this, he felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. He calmed down all of a sudden and looked at Tang Qingyi with inquiring eyes.

"How is this possible? Didn't Qianxunji die of a relapse of his old injuries? How could he be killed by his own disciple? Explain clearly."

"How is it impossible? You have been hostile to Qianxunji for many years. Do you know his character? Do you really think that the serious injury you inflicted on the Pope was enough to kill him?"

Tang Hao pondered for a moment, trying to recall the situation at that time. He was too sad at the time and could not see the enemy's condition carefully. Now thinking about it, it is indeed unlikely. He had just broken through to the Title Douluo level, and was exhausted. He attacked with only anger. It was not easy for him to escape after injuring Qianxun who had been a Title Douluo for several years. How could he leave a fatal injury?

"Master had a deep affection for a man named Master. They had a relationship but it ended without any result. Now he has an unspeakable relationship with the daughter of the former Pope. Moreover, the former Pope was declared dead immediately after she visited him. Not even a corpse was left. The former Pope passed away. How could these things be a coincidence?"