Douluo's opening send-off system

So, was he pushed to the stage?

fair enough!

The corners of Han Wuyi's mouth raised slightly, and it disappeared in a flash, and no one saw it.

Originally, he only had the title of Holy Son, and he was only in the Pope's Palace, and was completely ignored by the Presbyterian Palace.

Since the awakening of martial arts, the Elders Palace has only looked at him more, and the treatment in the Pope Palace has been improved, but what is the use of this?

What he wants is real power! ! !

A saint son who may not be recognized internally has no reputation at all outside. No one even knows that there is a saint son like him in Wuhun Palace.

Now, someone actually assassinated him, which meant that he was already the holy son of Wuhun Palace.

Maybe, his good teacher made an "oversight" and allowed the spies to find out certain information about him.

Are these spies from the Tiandou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, or the Shangsan Sect?

He didn't know, but he was certain that there must be people from Wuhun Palace among them...

Although he was pushed to the stage, there were countless dangers and crises, but he was still the Holy Son on the surface. If Bibi Dong didn't give him any rights, how could he make the enemy believe him?

Han Wuyi's mouth showed an evil smile, and the tip of the knife danced, it was really exciting!

This is much more exciting than going from undercover to gang leader!

What an interesting challenge...

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, let's return to the Pope's Palace quickly! Although this is Wuhun City, it is not very safe. At least not many people dare to act wild in the Pope's Palace!" Xie Yue turned her back to Han Wuyi, wary. He said looking around.

"That's right! Your Highness the Holy Son, we will protect you back now. You must know that you are a rare innate soul with level 11 soul power that is rare in a hundred years, and you are a rare owner of twin martial souls in the world. Even in Wuhun City, There is also a possibility that a Titled Douluo will take the risk to strangle you. Only the Pope's Palace is truly safe. With the Pope sitting in charge and Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo guarding you, few people in the world dare to break in..." It was Yan who spoke. .

Although his scalp was numb, Han Wuyi still rolled his eyes silently, no one dared to break in yet? I really didn’t know that nine years later at most, Tang Ritian would not only dare to break in, but also dare to smash things, and he would also be able to leave calmly.

Damn it, what do those old ladies Bibi Dong want to do?

The whole world is just short of shouting, I, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, is an unparalleled genius, come and kill him!

What he represents now is the face of Wuhun Palace, which has already been hammered to death by a Pope. If the Holy Son is assassinated again, will Wuhun Palace still have its majesty? Can't it be destroyed?

"Then, I leave my comfort to you all." No matter what was going on in his heart, Han Wuyi still bowed to them solemnly, and several people quickly avoided it, not even daring to say anything.

Are you kidding me?

Now that Han Wuyi has been officially announced by the Pope as the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, how can people like them accept the gift at will?

It's more like wanting to die.

In this way, Han Wuyi was surrounded by Xie Yue and the others, protecting him like an iron bucket, and sent him back to the Pope's Palace.

There was not a single attack along the way. I wonder if there is a bigger conspiracy brewing.

Back in the room, Han Wuyi sent Xie Yue and the others away with a smile. His face suddenly sank. He closed the door and sat at the table. He held his head in one hand and tapped the table regularly with the other hand, making click~click~click... …the sound of.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out what Bibi Dong meant by hiding the age of the soul ring she had absorbed and other information flying all over the sky.

On the other side, Bibi Dong was looking through the account books, and Hu Liena was fiddling with the abacus, calculating the money earned from selling Han Wuyi's information.

In the same gorgeous room in the Tiandou Empire, a young man with an elegant face and a warm temperament looked at the information in his hand, half excited and half worried.

"Is she expressing her anger?"

"..."