Douluo: Humans are peerless, fake gods.

Chapter 693 Huo Yuner and Wang Donger, choose one
Even though the bones in his limbs were broken and his whole body was convulsing in pain, Huo Yuhao still tilted his head back, staring at Tang San with bloodshot eyes.

It seems to be saying: Come on, keep going, try out whatever tricks you have!

Tang San's expression didn't change at all.

Just raise your hand, and blue light will flicker on your fingertips.

Huo Yuhao only felt a flash before his eyes, and the next moment, Tang San appeared beside him, pointing a finger at his shoulder.

He tensed his nerves instantly, but as the light penetrated into his body, the expected torment and pain did not occur. Instead, he felt a comfort like a spring breeze.

Bones are reorganized, wounds are healed...

"Very good, you have managed to hold on until now. I underestimated you."

"Not bad. Although his talent is a little lacking, he is resilient and is barely worthy of my daughter."

As he spoke, Tang San put on a smile and clapped his hands towards Huo Yuhao, as if the fierce action just now was an illusion and not something he did.

Huo Yuhao stood up again and stared at Tang San vigilantly.

He has not forgotten who is the cause of all the suffering. Why give a slap in the face and then give a sweet date?
Who the hell are you trying to fool?

The more I look at that smile, the more hypocritical it seems!

There was a moment of silence.

Tang San didn't care at all, and said to himself, "I am the elder after all. Since you have held out for so long under my command, I will give you a small reward as a token of my appreciation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San raised his hand and waved it forward. The air in front of him instantly condensed into a transparent light curtain. Countless light spots could be vaguely seen lingering on it, like a nebula.

"Do you still recognize her, Huo Yuhao?" Pointing at the light curtain in front of him, Tang San asked.

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao frowned and glanced suspiciously at the light screen in front of him. But after just one glance, he could no longer look away.

I saw——

In the light curtain, a woman was curled up and lying on a piece of green grass.

She closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and illuminated her body, giving her a faint golden halo.

Looking at the familiar figure on the screen, Huo Yuhao's heart trembled, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank dramatically, and he couldn't help but shout out loud.

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

His eyes instantly turned red.

The woman sleeping in the light curtain was actually her mother who had passed away many years ago and whom she had buried with her own hands!

The memory seemed to go back to the past, back to the Duke of White Tiger’s mansion, back to that dilapidated woodshed.

On the sickbed, my mother, who was ill from overwork and barely breathing, took her last breath and used her last bit of strength to hug me reluctantly, expressing her gratitude and guilt.

He subconsciously reached out his hand.

However, my hand passed through the light curtain, through my mother's face, and only caught a ball of cold air, so close yet so far away. It was just like when I was young, I was helpless when my mother passed away.

Yes……

My mother has passed away long ago.

Buried right in front of him, with his own hands.

This scene instantly brought his thoughts back to reality.

All of this was caused by Tang San!
His gaze shifted away from the scene in the light curtain, his eyes were red, staring straight at Tang San, his voice was rapid, hoarse and suppressed.

"Who is she? What did you do to my mother?"

Tang San, however, remained calm and spoke slowly, "She is your mother, Huo Yun'er."

"No, mother—" Huo Yuhao denied it flatly. "She did die once. But for a god, death is not the end. I brought her soul out of the underworld and resurrected her." Tang San put on a gentle smile again.

"How is it, Huo Yuhao?"

"Mother and son are reunited. Do you like the gift I prepared for you? Are you very happy?" Tang San looked at Huo Yuhao with a smile, admiring his astonished and dazed expression.

He enjoyed seeing such expressions, which gave him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the light screen. The figure of his mother in his memory overlapped with the person on the screen.

"Mom is still alive..."

He whispered.

"The question and answer period is over. Now it's time for you to choose your reward."

After taking a look at Wang Dong'er who was isolated by divine power behind him, Tang San turned his gaze to Huo Yuhao.

"I'll give you two choices. You can either get your mother back in exchange, or take Wang Dong'er away from me."

"You can only choose one, and as long as you make a choice, the other party will completely disappear." Tang San's tone remained calm, and he decided the life and death of two people lightly.

It seemed like just an ordinary little thing, but it was indeed the case to him.

"So, Huo Yuhao, will you choose your mother who has endured hardships and raised you all by herself? Or will you choose the lover who is the most important person in your life?"

"I'm curious, how would you choose between the two of them?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and added: "Of course, you can choose no one and refuse my gift."

"But in this case..."

Tang San's playful smile was a bit sinister, "Then both your mother and your lover, my daughter, will be completely reduced to ashes."

Huo Yuhao stood there in a daze, feeling cold all over.

He didn't know if Tang San could really do it, but Dong'er had really been killed by her once, twice. He knew that he had no trial and error cost.

But whether it's the mother or Dong'er...

He was unwilling to give up any of them.

His eyes subconsciously turned to Dong'er, but his sight was blocked by the blue light.

“Don’t worry, I have used my divine power to seal Dong’er’s five senses. She won’t hear your choice.” Noticing Huo Yuhao’s gaze, Tang San gave a considerate reminder.

After he finished speaking, the light curtain lit up again, and the scene that appeared this time was no longer the scene of Huo Yun'er in the God Realm after her resurrection, but the scenes of the mother and son getting along with each other in the past.

In the Duke of White Tiger's mansion, they depend on each other for survival.

In every picture, his and his mother's faces are filled with happy smiles. Although life is hard, his mother's tenderness and care are always deeply engraved in every detail.

Those past events, bits and pieces of life, were deeply imprinted in Huo Yuhao's mind. These were the times when he was happiest, happiest, and most reluctant to recall.

Huo Yuhao stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, tears welling up in his eyes unconsciously. In his heart, his mother always occupied a very special place.

The scene on the screen kept changing, and finally stopped at the scene where his mother was holding him before she died.

"Mom's little Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."

"Mom's little Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."

"Mom's little Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."

"..."

In my ears, I seemed to hear that weak but hopeful voice again.