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Watching Tang San's figure completely disappear from sight with complicated eyes, Ning Rongrong turned around and raised her head to look at a window on the second floor, her heart filled with indescribable emotions.

"Xiao Wu..." Ning Rongrong frowned when he opened the door and looked at Xiao Wu sitting quietly on the bed.

She really couldn't understand. Usually the two of them were still in love with each other, but what happened to Xiao Wu today that she didn't even want to see Tang San?

"He's gone?" Xiao Wu had a smile on her pale face and her voice was hoarse.

"Well, he's worried about you!"

The room was filled with an atmosphere of decline. Xiao Wu let out a sigh of relief and didn't speak. Instead, she looked out the window and saw the vast world.

"Xiao Wu, what happened?" Ning Rongrong frowned, her tone a little anxious.

A hint of sadness flashed through Qiubo's bright eyes, and Xiao Wu shook her head: "It's nothing, I just feel a little homesick!"

"Are you homesick?" Ning Rongrong looked at the depressed Xiao Wu, bit her bright lips, and suddenly stamped her foot: "Did Tang San do something to feel sorry for you?"

"No way!" Xiao Wu glanced at Ning Rongrong softly: "I really miss home!"

"Really?" Ning Rongrong obviously didn't believe it. If he was just homesick, he would just go back. How could he be so lost?

"Well, Rongrong, Dean Erlong will accompany me back home tomorrow morning. After I leave, please give this letter to the mistress for me!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes froze, and Ning Rongrong felt vaguely that something was about to happen.

There was obviously something wrong with Xiao Wu's state.

"When I go home this time, I won't come back. Rongrong, I'm glad to know you, a good sister. I will miss you!"

Ning Rongrong's face suddenly froze, her beautiful face became uncontrollably pale, and the blood receded little by little. She seemed unable to accept this fact. A huge dizziness hit her, and her body swayed and she was about to fall down: "No... not coming back? Why? ?”

"Well, I'm not coming back. There's no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. The outside world is huge and I want to see it!" Xiao Wu sighed and put a letter on the bed lightly. What she put down was a letter. , is also a heart, a broken heart.

For Xiao Wu, the fantasy has burst like a bubble, and it's time to wake up from her sweet dream.

Everything in the past has turned into dust, and tomorrow will be a new starting point for a certain journey in her life.

Ning Rongrong stood expressionless, not moving for a long time, like a silent sculpture.

"Xiao Wu, what happened, why did you leave? Do you have something to hide? Don't be afraid, tell me, even if I can't solve it, I can still go to my father to ask for help. He is the master of Qibao Glazed Sect. He must have something There is a way, and the sect still has two titled Douluo, Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone. As long as I beg them, they will definitely agree." After coming back to his senses, Ning Rongrong grabbed Xiao Wu's somewhat cold hand. hand.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu's face froze, and she shuddered subconsciously. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she waved her hands hastily: "No, no, I just want to go out and explore, there is nothing to hide."

"Xiao Wu, the Soul Master Competition is about to begin. Don't you want to participate? And, are you really willing to play Tang San?" Ning Rongrong always felt that things were not that simple.

Xiao Wu forced a smile and shook her head: "Time will forget everything..."

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The streets were busy with traffic, and various hawking sounds were heard one after another. Under the leadership of Tai Long, the three people quickly arrived at the Force Clan.

The words "Clan of Strength" are written on the huge archway, and two powerful young men guard the imposing gatehouse.

With Tai Long leading the way, there is no need to report!

I don't know if they were prepared in advance, but when the three people entered the living room, Titan was already above them, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

"Xiaojun, you kid, don't tell me you come to see your Grandpa Taitan often!" Tiger's eyes suddenly opened, and Taitan's deafening voice sounded very bold.

"I've been busy practicing recently, don't take offense to Grandpa Taitan!" Yang Pojun answered with a smile as he cupped his hands.

"Well, if this kid Tai Lung can be as diligent as you, I can rest in peace." Touching the tiger's beard as sharp as wire, Tai Tan admired, then glared at Tai Lung: "What are you looking at? Get out and carry it on your back." Let’s go to the cellar and take out the last jar of aging wine I have left, and let Xiaojun and the others taste it later.”

Facing the unexpected disaster, Tai Long could only open his mouth and bear it silently. He glanced at Titan resentfully and retreated in despair.

"Come, come, come, sit down and talk!" Tai Tan waved his hand casually.

"Young man, your name is Tang San?" After glancing at Yang Pojun without leaving a trace, Tai Tan's expression turned serious and he stared at Tang San with twinkling eyes.

"Junior Tang San, I have met the Titan clan leader!" Tang San, who had just sat down, stood up hurriedly.

"Well, your father's name is Tang Hao?" Looking Tang San up and down, Tai Tan suddenly sat up straight and his tone became a little hasty.

Nodding, Tang San answered truthfully: "My father's name is indeed Tang Hao."

"Can you let me see your Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit?" His breathing suddenly became heavier, and Yang Pojun keenly noticed that Tai Tan's body trembled slightly.

Tang San looked at Tai Tan, hesitated for a moment, then raised his left hand, black light flashed, and a small hammer as black as ink slowly appeared.

Tai Tan didn't move, but his eyes were fixed on the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, and his body shook uncontrollably again, "Huh... it really is the Clear Sky Hammer!"

Withdrawing his martial spirit, Tang San swallowed and looked at Tai Tai impatiently: "Titan Chief, do you really know my father?"

His complicated eyes lingered on Tang San for a moment, and Tai Tan's eyes showed a light of thought. After a while, he slowly sighed: "We know each other, and more than just know each other. Back then, I wanted to call him master!"

"Ahem... Well, Grandpa Taitan, I'm going to see what delicious food Tai Long has prepared." Yang Pojun was not in the mood to watch them have a good show of master and servant recognition.

"Xiaojun, sit down!" After taking a deep look at Yang Pojun, Taitan seemed to have made up his mind and said slowly: "It's not like you don't know these things. Is there anything you can avoid?"

Damn it, if I had known you were going to say that, I would have bought some melon seeds in advance...

Although he didn't know what Tai Tan's intention was in asking him to stay, Yang Pojun still sat down.

After taking a breath, Tai Tan looked at Tang San: "I heard Tai Long say that you don't even know your father's title. You must have many questions in your mind that you want to ask me, right?"

Nodding, Tang San's first doubt in his heart was solved.

It seemed that his father was indeed the Haotian Douluo they called him. However, since then, Tang San was even more confused. What happened to his father if a dignified and titled Douluo would degenerate into becoming a blacksmith?

Moreover, his second martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer, which means that his father was born in the Clear Sky Sect. What happened?

Why wasn't he born in Haotian Sect?