Douluo's opening send-off system

"I know~"

Han Wuyi said frightening words in a careless tone.

Everyone's jaw dropped - he actually wanted to kill his father!

Especially Tang Yuehua, she noticed Han Wuyi's face when she accidentally saw him resembling A Yin. After several investigations and her own inference, she determined Han Wuyi's life experience. The speechless words had the strongest impact on her.

Looking at the disbelieving looks of the three people in the ruins, Han Wuyi raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Why do you think I'm treasonous?"

Is not it?

Ning Fengzhi was already considering how credible Han Wuyi's words were. How could a person who didn't care about his biological father's life and death be sincere to others?

"Killing one's father is a treasonous act, but isn't killing one's mother also irreconcilable? If you don't take revenge, wouldn't you be deserving of your title as a son of man?"

Han Wuyi's brows were full of sarcasm towards the world, and coupled with that beautiful face, people couldn't help but want to smooth it over.

"Treason! Do you know what you are talking about?"

Tang Hao asked angrily. Originally out of guilt, he wanted to do his best to protect his long-lost son, but when Han Wuyi mentioned the revenge of killing his mother, he panicked.

"Isn't it true? Don't you know what her identity is and what kind of temptation she has for soul masters? Instead of hiding far away with him, you still take her everywhere because you are afraid that her identity will not be discovered?" The sarcasm at the corner of Han Wuyi's mouth became even more intense.

"Furthermore, why did you bring her to the Spirit Hall by coincidence when you were at level 89? And she has clearly entered the mature stage and yet someone still discovered her identity? And how come you are so good? How lucky was he to break through to level 90 when he was being chased? Do you dare to say that this is all a coincidence?"

Looking at Han Wuyi's smiling face and listening to his almost mocking tone, Tang Hao said in a hoarse and feeble voice: "Tang Yin, did you listen to what the people from Wuhun Palace said? The people in the Soul Palace are despicable and shameless, and their words cannot be believed..."

"I knew you would say that!" Han Wuyi put his arm around him, still looking careless, which made him even more attractive.

"What if I said that I saw all this with my own eyes?"

Tang Hao's pupils shrank sharply, but he thought that Han Wuyi was just a child at that time...

"My innate soul power is level 50. The starting point is the end point that countless people can only look at in the distance but cannot reach. Perhaps because of this unique talent, I have memories since I was born. You know what I want to express. ?"

After finishing speaking, Han Wuyi's expression changed slightly, because he thought of the gloomy world in Zhizhangdui again.

After listening to Han Wuyi's words, Tang Hao couldn't help but take a step back, but did not hit Tang San. Looking back, Tang San was far away from him, staring at him with cold eyes, his hands had turned into white jade, and he Something that seemed to be called the King of Hell's Tie had appeared in his hand.

He actually wants to kill me!

He secretly watched Tang San make the King of Hell Tie, so he naturally knew how dangerous it was.

Looking back again, he saw Tang Yuehua's disbelieving eyes, and then looked around, and found that the people in the dilapidated spectator seats did not actually run away, but looked at him with their heads up, with naked contempt in their eyes.

Suddenly there was a roar in his ears, he felt dizzy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Tang Hao fell to the ground and looked up at the stars.

As soon as the news came out, he knew that he was finished. His reputation, his prestige, and his family ties were all destroyed. His home was gone at this moment...and he had countless enemies.

"So, Qian Daoliu, is this old immortal like you really going to die? A majestic demigod-level figure can't kill a mere titled Douluo. In the end, I have to do it myself."

"Then your purpose from the beginning was to let me kill Tang Hao. You never thought about becoming an enemy of Wuhun Palace, right?" Hearing those almost humiliating words, Qian Daoliu was not angry but his eyes widened. Liang asked very happily.

"Of course, I have never regarded Wuhundian as an enemy!" It had happened before, but that was in the past.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu couldn't help laughing. He didn't have to watch Xue'er cry sadly, and Han Wuyi's talent was so high, wouldn't his and Xiaoxue's child...

"Okay! Come to the east, I will kill him now, and you will assist Xiaoxue in governing the Spirit Empire from now on!"

Hearing Qian Daoliu's unabashed declaration of ambition, the two emperors suddenly stopped cracking melon seeds. The four major sect masters were already writing letters of surrender, wouldn't they? Waiting to die?

Who the hell can beat an immortal like Qian Daoliu? The one from the Haotian Sect has not been heard from for decades, and his bones may have fallen apart. Who else can stop him?

Ning Fengzhi made no move. Anyway, he had expressed his position long ago. It just depends on how his son-in-law leaves.

Unexpectedly, Han Wuyi raised a bright smile and sneered: "Have I ever acknowledged the name Ling Donglai?"

Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly turned cold and he said in a cold voice: "Ling Donglai, what do you mean!??"

"Donglai, stop it!"

Han Wuyi glanced at Bibi Dong casually, then walked out of the Pope's exclusive viewing seat. A blue silver grass suddenly grew and supported Han Wuyi's feet.

Strands of blue silver grass rose up, forming half a bridge, holding Han Wuyi up step by step over the broken angel statue.

"What's wrong with the wandering family? It's a cold night and I have no clothes!"

"I have never been Ling Donglai, nor Tang Yin, nor Lan Yin like a little pet!"

"I'm just me, the wandering Han Wuyi!"

As Han Wuyi's words fell, streaks of blue silver grass rose into the sky, like chains, attacking Qian Daoliu flying in the sky.

"Holy light shines!"

The angel spirit behind Qian Daoliu released a dazzling light, and the vines that were attacking him gradually faded and dissipated under the light, like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Before Han Wuyi could take action again, the three pairs of wings behind Qian Daoliu shook and appeared in front of Han Wuyi as if they were traveling through space. He raised his hand and grabbed his neck.

Han Wuyi raised his gun and swept across, forcing Qian Daoliu back and stabbing him. Qian Daoliu turned around to dodge and slashed his sword at the same time. Then Han Wuyi swung the Blue Silver Overlord Spear with Qian Daoliu's power. He made a circle and hit Qian Daoliu again, but Qian Daoliu dodged it and kicked him up at the same time. This kick almost made Han Wuyi's gun fall out of his hand.

Han Wuyi was carried forward a few steps by inertia. When Qian Daoliu slashed him, he turned the blade into a hilt and hit him in the face. At the same time, he kicked him in the chest and kicked him back to the stands.

Han Wuyi, who was kicked into the stands, slid a little and stopped with his gun touching the ground. The redness and swelling on his forehead made him look a little more pitiful.

Holding the gun, Bibi Dong picked up the pot of Bluesilver Grass, grabbed the root of the Bluesilver Grass with one hand, and shouted, "Stop! Otherwise I will destroy it."

Everyone looked at Bibi Dong looking like a fool.

"The Pope can't stand the excitement and has gone crazy?"

"Otherwise? If you weren't crazy, how could you threaten someone with a pot of bluesilver grass?"

Tang Hao, who was like a dead dog, suddenly sat up, looked at the blue silver grass in Bibi Dong's hand and murmured: Ah silver!

Another wonderful misunderstanding.