Douluo's opening send-off system

Half a month later, Han Wuyi wandered back to Wuhun City. As soon as he entered the city, someone stopped Han Wuyi's carriage and said that he wanted to make a big sacrifice.

Han Wuyi was not surprised at all by this. After all, the two old guys around Qian Renxue were not entirely there to protect her.

"Then there's Elder Lao!"

With a polite word, he let this elder whose name didn't even deserve to lead the way to the elder's hall.

When I arrived at the Elder's Hall, I didn't go in. Instead, I bypassed the Elder's Hall and went to a mysterious hall at the back.

When they got there, the elder stood at the door and said to Han Wuyi: "The great sacrifice is waiting for the Holy Son inside. The Holy Son can go in by himself! I will wait for the Holy Son here."

Han Wuyi thanked him, looked up at this palace, which was much smaller than other palaces, and went in.

Entering the interior, it's very plain and simple. There are a few candles on the wall lamps swaying constantly, giving off a dim light, but there is nothing else.

Is this really the inheritance place of the Angel God?

When we arrived at the main hall of the palace, it was very empty. It was a bit wider than the main hall of the Pope's Palace. It was obvious that this palace was much smaller than the Pope's Palace, the Elder's Palace, and even the Douluo Palace.

A huge angel statue stood in the center of the hall. A white-haired old man knelt in front of the statue with his back to Han Wuyi, his head lowered as if praying.

"Great offering!"

For Han Wuyi, or for the entire Elder Hall, Qian Daoliu's appearance as a fanatical believer was no longer strange.

"I heard that you went to see Xue'er again?"

Qian Daoliu asked without turning his head, his voice was calm, as if it was just an ordinary question.

"The great worshiper is really well-informed!"

Han Wuyi's tone was calm, although he knew it might make Qian Daoliu angry, but so what?

Anyway, I am here today. It is impossible to get out without being beaten. There is no difference between seeing blood and not seeing blood.

This is not the first time that Qian Renxue's hookup has been punished by Qian Daoliu.

Sure enough, just as Han Wuyi finished speaking, an invisible force hit her chest hard, and she flew several meters away, rolling on the ground several times before stopping.

Han Wuyi, who had stopped, slowly squatted up. A sweet taste appeared in his mouth. Han Wuyi swallowed it and stood up with a pale face.

"Go away! Don't let me know that next time, Xiaoxue is not something you can expect!"

It's this sentence again. If Qian Renxue stops him, Qian Daoliu will not kill him directly, but he will be called to beat him every time. This kind of feeling is really unpleasant!

He bowed respectfully and exited the hall. He raised his hand and pressed his chest on the aisle, and it sunk in. He gasped in pain and touched his ribs again. They were soft. This time, it was not just the sternum that was broken. Even his ribs were broken. Fortunately, Qian Daoliu didn't want to kill him, otherwise...

Han Wuyi left the hall, feeling the strange aura that was gradually disappearing, Qian Daoliu spat out in disgust: "Bastard!"

After leaving the Elder's Hall, he returned to the Holy Son's Hall, which is a palace next to the Saint's dormitory. It was originally called Qingyuan Hall, but the plaque was changed, and his original residence was behind it.

When I returned to my residence, I just opened the door and a burst of fragrance hit my nostrils.

There was a table of delicious food in the room. A blond girl was lying on the table boredly. When she saw Han Wuyi push the door open and come in, she stood up in surprise and shouted: "Junior brother, you are finally willing to come back!"

Han Wuyi frowned: "Why are you here?"

They haven't contacted each other for a long time since it was revealed that he had more than just his innate soul power.

"Wuyi, today is your birthday, have you forgotten?" Seeing Han Wuyi like this, the girl's smile gradually disappeared and she said in despair, her expression lonely.

"It's rare that you still remember this name."