When Tang Hao woke up, it was already noon.
He was lying in a dark and damp alley.
Someone was holding his legs, apparently trying to heal him, and had been doing so for most of the morning.
He even had a foul-smelling sausage in his mouth.
But when Tang Hao regained consciousness and realized his situation,
and felt the tearing pain in his body,
Tang Hao's eyes instantly widened like copper bells, turning blood red.
He gritted his teeth directly.
A large amount of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth.
The Asura Domain burst out directly.
"Ah—"
The two scarred men standing at the front and back screamed one after another.
"Bah!"
Tang Hao vomited out the fishy and stinky blood in his mouth, almost retching.
Without hesitation, he used his Clear Sky Hammer.
He smashed the two scarred strongmen who had taken advantage of him into mincemeat.
"Ah—"
Even the blood clots he had spat out in the dark corner were smashed to pieces.
The already stinky dead end was filled with a bloody smell that constantly drifted out with the wind.
When Tang Hao sat up.
He looked at the tattered cloth in the corner, and at his body that had been charred by lightning.
He, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, had become disabled!
And was so humiliated!
The blood light in Tang Hao's eyes burst out again, his face twisted, full of hatred.
He roared to the sky.
"No—!!!"
"Damn, damned Fallen One, I, Tang Hao, will definitely tear you into pieces!"
"Pfft—!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Tang Hao spat out a large cloud of blood mist, dispersing the fishy smell in his throat.
Then he fell straight back to the ground.
His charred skin soaked in blood, soaked in that stinky environment.
Tears welled up in Tang Hao's turbid eyes.
He endured the injuries in his body.
He couldn't fall yet, the killing intent he had released just now would definitely attract someone to investigate.
His roar just now must have been heard by someone.
He had to leave!
"Ah—!"
Tang Hao shouted, struggling to stand up, and took out a black robe from his soul tool.
He simply draped it over his body and flew away into the distance.
Staggering, he didn't fly very high.
He wasn't afraid that someone below would look up and see him exposed from below.
After all, Tang Hao had nothing left to expose, he had lost everything.
Damn Spirit Hall!!!
Tang Hao flew with difficulty in the air, and at the same time, he blamed the Spirit Hall.
If the Spirit Hall hadn't failed to do its job properly,
how could he have encountered that kind of evil Fallen Soul Master!
Bang—
Tang Hao didn't fly far before he fell down.
He crashed into a thicket full of thorns, but he had no time to pay attention to the pain.
Under his rage, his injuries became even more serious.
His eyelids drooped, and he slowly passed out.
The torn wounds were still bleeding.
————
On the other side.
Qian Renjue didn't go directly to the entrance of Notting Academy.
Instead, he took Ling Yuan and Xiao Wu straight to the Soul Hunting Forest outside Notting City.
At this time, there was still nearly an hour before noon.
Inside the gate of the Soul Hunting Forest.
The purple-black Heart of the Evil God enveloped a small piece of land, unnoticed by anyone.
Inside.
Qian Renjue sat cross-legged on the grass, combing Xiao Wu's loose hair.
Xiao Wu lowered her head.
Her hands were pinching the hem of her clothes, her face and ears were full of delicate blood.
Buzz!
The pink [Soul-Seizing Pearl] on her neck seemed to be encouraging her.
Happy for her daughter.
Ling Yuan snuggled beside Qian Renjue, leaning on his strong shoulder.
With a faint, happy smile on her face.
His Highness didn't reject her.
Thinking of last night, when she criticized Qian Renjue and offended the Little Saint's dignity.
The kind of hot breath like a branding iron she felt.
Ling Yuan felt a little dizzy.
Couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
"Your Highness～"
Qian Renjue frowned.
He glanced down at Ling Yuan's restless hand and reluctantly told her:
"Sister Ling Yuan, watch the door, business is important."
"Yes, this subordinate is watching～"
Ling Yuan said softly.
Slowly moved her delicate hand from Qian Renjue's waist and abdomen.
Where there is one, there must be two, she is not in a hurry.
Moreover, His Highness may have already considered this kind of love affair.
I'm afraid there is a first choice in my heart.
It will never be her.
Ling Yuan knew this very well.
But she was not discouraged, the meaning of what she did was not small either.
She just wanted to be by His Highness's side.
Even if there is no status, just a guard.
Ling Yuan pursed her red lips with satisfaction, as if there was a sweet aftertaste, staring at the entrance.
"Okay, little rabbit, it's almost done."
Qian Renjue grabbed the end of Xiao Wu's braid and gently swept it across Xiao Wu's neck.
"Ying～haha～Saint Son Your Highness, it tickles～"
Xiao Wu blushed, shrinking her neck, her face full of bright smiles.
"Heh"
Qian Renjue teased her a little and let her go.
Such a long braid is really a bit troublesome to weave.
Fortunately.
Under the training of Bibi Dong and her daughter, his craftsmanship is still very good.
Xiao Wu's delicate body stopped trembling.
Blushing, she quickly turned around and threw herself into Qian Renjue's arms.
Raising her pretty face, she looked towards the corner of Qian Renjue's mouth.
Pa!
"Thank you, Saint Son Your Highness."
"Hmm"
Qian Renjue pursed his lips, gently holding the little rabbit kneeling in his arms.
In his mind, the voice belonging to the system sounded.
[Congratulations to the host for successfully transmitting great love! (Transfer object: Xiao Wu)]
[Reward: 300 points!]
Listening to the system's voice and looking at his points balance.
Qian Renjue couldn't help but think of last night.
When Ling Yuan swallowed.
The sound of successful transmission of great love that was intentionally ignored by him sounded from the system.
I can only say that the dog system is quite good at playing!
That is a real transmission.
"Croak～croak～!"
Before Qian Renjue's thoughts could stop, a powerful frog call rang in his ears.
In the corner.
There is a ten-year soul beast, Crispy Frog, trapped by chains cast from dark gray ice.
Its pair of bulging green eyes are a little sluggish.
From time to time, it makes two frog calls.
This is the second soul ring that Qian Renjue prepared for Tang San.
Crispy Frog, when stir-fried or steamed and fried, the skin is very crispy and tender.
Its name comes from this.
The main means of attack is its long tongue, which is used for feeding.
It can roll small prey into its mouth.
The frog call had just stopped.
A fragrant wind came to Qian Renjue's ears, and Ling Yuan's voice sounded.
"Your Highness, they are here."
"Hmm?"
Xiao Wu looked back, her little hand gently tugging on Qian Renjue's clothes.
"Saint Son Your Highness, Tang Xiaosan and the others are here."
"Yeah, I see."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly.
Looking at the black-haired boy who was often blacksmithing, a little dark and thin.
His eyes were a little playful and expectant.
Seeing the middle-aged crew cut.
Qian Renjue's eyes became cold again.
At this time, Yu Xiaogang
His stiff old face was pale and waxy, and his thick lips were bloodless.
It was obvious that he had been seriously ill.
The toxins in his body had not been completely cleared, and his legs were slightly numb in the sun.
He was holding a cane in his hand.
His blind right eye was covered, and his two torn ears had been re-stitched.
"Cough cough."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, who was supporting him, and coughed twice.
Reminding:
"Xiaosan, don't walk so fast, soul hunting can't be rushed...cough cough!"
I wish you all a happy life!
