Tang San of Douluo suspects that I am his father

As night falls, the sky gradually darkens, and there are almost no pedestrians at the city gate. Although there is no curfew in Notting City, people who are accustomed to working at sunrise and resting at sundown are accustomed to going home and hugging their wives at this point. sleep.

Yu Xiaogang no longer hugged his wife. He didn't even sleep. It was getting late, but the Lord of Noting City still stood on the city wall with his hands clasped in fists. From time to time, he took out a whip and whipped Yu Xiaogang to prevent him from letting go. He fell asleep.

The dean had long since lost sight of him and had left a long time ago. After all, it was heartbreaking to see an old friend.

The gate of Notting City, which was bustling during the day, was a little deserted at this time. However, due to Yu Xiaogang's screams from time to time, coupled with the fact that there were several times more soldiers than usual, and the city lord was personally on duty, it was not so quiet. As for being too dead.

The Lord of Notting City had also been standing all day, and was currently sitting on a chair, tapping the armrests rhythmically with his fingers, showing his inner unrest.

Today is the first day. Even if the news reaches the culprit, it is unlikely that anyone will come tonight.

According to common sense, this is the case, and the Lord of Notting City thinks so too, but if he is asked to go to bed now, he will definitely not be able to sleep.

Only by seeing Yu Xiaogang being whipped here and letting out a shrill scream could he feel better.

He and Yu Xiaogang had no grudges these days, and they had no grudges in the past. He even planned to let Yu Xiaogang go, but Yu Xiaogang didn't know how to praise and insisted on covering up the murderer.

Such a hateful person, he was really prepared to chop Yu Xiaogang alive together with the murderer.

Listening to the sound of his men whipping Yu Xiaogang's whip through the air and Yu Xiaogang's muffled groan, Lord Noting felt a little better.

As the Lord of Notting City, he was already in his fifties. As an old man, he didn't sleep much. However, he had just experienced the pain of losing his son during the day, and he was suffering inside. At this time, he felt relaxed and a little confused.

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's muffled groan, Lord Noting's eyelids began to twitch, his hands unconsciously rested on the armrests, his head rested on his arms, and he fell into a half-asleep and half-awake state.

Except for the few soldiers who were responsible for whipping Yu Xiaogang, the others were all a little less conscious as the night got darker.

However, since the Lord of the City was personally present at the scene, no one dared to blatantly doze off. They all stood and dozed off in confusion.

Time passed minute by minute, from late night to early morning.

Around four or five o'clock in the morning, it is the time when people's spirits are most relaxed.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Yu Xiaogang, who was suspended in the air by a rope, fell down. He did not fall to the ground, but was caught by a short figure.

The sound of breaking through the air was very faint, but City Lord Noting seemed to be aware of it immediately and opened his eyes immediately.

"Little thief, I've finally waited for you!"

The soldiers who were ambushing around the city gate filed out, and in an instant they surrounded Yu Xiaogang and the short figure in the center.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was naked, covered with scars, and in a dazed state of consciousness in his arms, guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Today, I will take him away, who dares to stop me!"

The small figure made a domineering declaration, and Wang Er laughed out loud in the shadow above the city wall.

Isn't this a line from Wu Liuqi that's so special? When spoken by this kid, it really gave off an inexplicable atmosphere.

Lord Noting stepped forward, looked squarely at Yu Xiaogang, and looked the six-year-old child up and down, his expression revealing deep disdain and hatred.

"You, the little thief, killed my son?

If that brat had listened to me and practiced hard, he wouldn't have died in the hands of a brat like you. "

Obviously, Tang San's six-year-old child really looked harmless in appearance, and City Lord Noting felt a little insulted.

Tang San gently put Yu Xiaogang on the ground, and when he heard Yu Xiaogang's muffled sound as his skin touched the ground, his anger was burning.

"That's right, I killed that bastard son of yours. If you're wronged, there's someone you owe. Just go to me. You're not a hero if you torture the teacher. He's innocent!"

Seeing Tang San's angry expression, Lord Noting almost laughed out of anger. In fact, he couldn't hold it back, holding his stomach and bursting into laughter, tears streaming down his face.

"Innocent? You killed my son and escaped, and you still told me you were innocent?

The moment you killed my son, you should have thought of the consequences. Not only your teacher, your family, but also the little girl who provoked the conflict, they will all be buried with him!

Since my son likes that little girl, then I will send her down to be my son’s pet slave! "

Lord Noting's tone became increasingly violent, with cruelty and murder evident in his words. At this moment, he temporarily forgot his identity as a city lord who loved his people as much as his children. He was just an old father who had lost his beloved son.

Tang San was secretly counting the number of soldiers surrounding him. He came prepared this time, but time was tight and ammunition was limited.

Tang San had noticed early on that Lord Noting had mentioned Xiao Wu repeatedly in an attempt to anger him.

He cared about Xiao Wu very much, but what he was least worried about was Xiao Wu's safety. After all, his uncle Wang, who had a bad personality, would definitely take Xiao Wu with him.

The reason why he dared to stand here alone was not because of the thunderbolts he had made in a hurry, but because Wang Er didn't know where he was now.

His parents handed him over to Wang Er at the beginning. Although there were conflicts, Wang Er was not seen on stage for the time being.

But Tang San felt that as long as he was in danger that endangered his life, Wang Er would definitely appear again to save him, just like the last time in the Soul Hunting Forest.

Not only because his parents entrusted him to Wang Er, but also because Tang San had always had a vague suspicion that Uncle Wang was his biological father.

From Wang Er's various behavioral signs since he was a child, except for robbing Xiao Wu, it seems that the only possibility is that he is his biological father.

After all, as the nominal father, Tang Hao didn't care about him as much as Uncle Wang, let alone always thinking about educating him.

After thinking about Wang Er, Tang San felt a lot more at ease. He took a deep breath and felt a little more confident facing this group of Notting City soldiers who were numerous and generally stronger than him.

"City Lord, I had no intention of killing your son, but I just made a mistake. Moreover, this happened because you did not teach your son well and allowed him to bully men and women. It is not my fault. Can we be private?"

Tang San counted the number of soldiers around him, and it seemed that there were a lot. Plus he didn't know their specific strength, and there was the Lord of Noting who looked like a strong man. It would be great if they could keep him private.

It's just that Tang San made the same mistake as Yu Xiaogang. Both the master and the disciple looked like they had never experienced the beatings of society. Their sons were already dead, and now they were talking about right and wrong, good and evil, wasn't that asking for death?

As soon as Tang San said these words, Lord Noting was too lazy to talk nonsense. With a wave of his hand, the group of soldiers surrounding him swarmed forward.

Seize it first and talk about it later. Then we can talk about nonsense about right and wrong and good and evil. At worst, you will die happily just a little bit.