Douluo: Peeking at the diary, the goddesses are broken

"Of course I won't lie to you. Master is really seriously injured again. Many of our teachers have seen the perpetrator with our own eyes."

The dean of Notting Soul Master Academy looked serious and promised him firmly.

"The other party seems to be the purple-clothed bishop from Wuhun Palace. According to his claim, he was ordered by the Pope to teach the master a profound lesson.

But the master firmly believed that a gangster named Wang instigated the other party to punish him. "

crackling...

Tang Hao's remaining hand clenched his fist instantly, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

It's him, it's him again!As a victim who had been tricked into losing his hands and feet, Tang Hao directly placed the blame on Wang Jingyu without thinking.

As for Pope Bibi Dong, he heard that he had been pushed to the forefront by Qian Daoliu, the great priest of Wuhun Palace, to be the pope's face.

In fact, she was just a little woman in her thirties. However, he heard some rumors that the Pope was in charge of Wuhun Palace now.

However, Tang Hao didn't take it seriously. After all, she was not the target of his revenge.

Six years ago, it was the Grand Priest of Wuhun Palace who sent five powerful Titled Douluo-level men to strangle himself and his wife.

The reason was actually because 19 years ago, his grandfather suddenly appeared in Wuhun Palace, turning the entire Wuhun Palace upside down and directly turning the former Pope Qian Xunji into a useless person.

Six years ago, in order to avenge his son and lure out his grandfather, Qian Daoliu ruthlessly targeted himself and his wife who were alone.

In the end, his wife was sacrificed to him, causing her innocent and tragic death. Therefore, for Tang Hao, Qian Daoliu was his biggest enemy and the target of revenge.

Tang Hao had previously felt that if he wanted to seek revenge from Qian Daoliu, who was an Ultimate Douluo, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

This result originally made Tang Hao feel even more powerless, which made him decadent for six full years.

Now, because of Wang Jingyu, his hands and feet have been damaged, and his soul power has dropped to the seventies.

This made his originally slim revenge even more futile, so his hatred for Wang Jingyu was no worse than that of Yu Xiaogang.

Of course, his hatred for Yu Xiaogang was also intense. If his son hadn't needed that guy's guidance, he would have broken Yu Xiaogang's neck last time!

A hint of evil flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and the awe-inspiring murderous intent made the dean of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy swallow his saliva unconsciously.

"Tang San's parents, what I said is absolutely true. Many teachers saw that scene that day.

If you don’t believe it, you can ask some teachers. I definitely didn’t lie. "

Tang Hao didn't answer, turned around and left the office of the dean of Notting Soul Master Academy.

After he left, the dean of Notting Soul Master Academy dared to breathe heavily and muttered with some dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Master, what are you thinking about? Even though you told me when you left, Tang San's parents would definitely come to the school to look for him.

But you didn't say that Tang San's parents actually had such strong strength, right?This aura is even scarier than the purple-clothed bishop I saw that day. How could his child's spirit be Blue Silver Grass?strangeness. "

Lan Yincao was famous for his useless martial spirit. The dean of Notting Soul Master Academy thought it was outrageous. How could a useless martial spirit have full innate soul power? Why did his father have a strength at least comparable to that of the purple-clothed bishop?

All this made the dean of Notting Soul Master Academy feel very puzzled, but he did not continue to think about it. After all, as the dean of the academy, he still had many things to deal with...

After two days of traveling, the carriage ridden by Wang Jingyu and Tang Yuehua finally arrived at the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain gate where the Haotian Sect lived in seclusion.

After getting off the carriage, Wang Jingyu looked at the poor little village in front of him. There were still many people working hard in the fields.

This doesn't look like what a large sect should look like, it's just a small mountain village in the corner.

He looked at Tang Yuehua beside him with excitement on his face.

"Wife Yue'er, this is the place where Haotian Sect lives in seclusion? Why do you feel more and more poor the more you look at it?"

Although Wang Jingyu had read the original work, he also knew that the place where the Haotian Sect lived in seclusion was very remote and poor.

But regardless of his past life or this life, Wang Jingyu has seen too many prosperous cities.

Even in some of the poorer rural areas I had seen in my previous life, most of them were equipped with wide roads and red brick houses.

The little village in front of him was so dilapidated that if he didn't know better, he would have thought that he had come to the Beggar Clan.

Tang Yuehua felt the disbelief in Wang Jingyu's eyes and replied helplessly.

"There is nothing we can do about it. In the past, our Haotian Sect was besieged by the Chief Priest of Wuhun Hall himself, and we had no choice but to choose such a place to live in seclusion in order to survive."

"Uh……"

At this moment, Wang Jingyu felt unhappy, so he directly called up the diary system to complain on it.

[Here I go, I really didn’t expect that Qian Daoliu is quite ruthless. 】

[They actually forced the Haotian Sect, known as the number one sect in the world, into such a remote and remote place.]

[God knows how unacceptable this is to a powerful family like the Haotian Sect. 】

[It seems that Dong'er told me before that Qian Daoliu personally sent people to surround the Haotian Sect in order to force Tang Chen out]

[The reason, of course, is that he thought Tang Chen made Qian Xunji a cripple. He had no idea that it was me who made Qian Xunji a cripple. 】

[It’s really hard to look back on the past. Oh, what a sin. 】

Just when Wang Jingyu wanted to continue complaining, Brother Sun, the coachman, interrupted.

"My benefactor...since I sent you here, can I go back first?"

Wang Jingyu suddenly realized this and clicked upload directly. Without looking at the reward given to him by the system, he took out a small bag of gold coins from the storage space.

"Brother Sun, you have worked hard this time. I will give you this money..."

Brother Sun, the coachman, shook his head like a rattle on the spot.

"No, no, I really can't accept any more money from my benefactor. Last time you gave me one hundred gold soul coins, but my wife scolded me so much that I had no conscience and a bad heart.

If you give me more money this time, my wife might kick me out of the house when I go back. My dear, please don’t embarrass me..."

Brother Sun, the coachman, seemed to be afraid that Wang Jingyu would do the trick of throwing the gold soul coins on the ground and letting others pick them up.

He jumped directly onto the carriage, whipped the horse's back with a whip, and then drove the carriage into the distance. .seven

Wang Jingyu twitched the corner of his mouth. There are still people who don't like money. With his current net worth of tens of millions of gold soul coins, can he ride in a carriage without paying?

It's impossible. Someone's dignity will never allow him to take advantage of others...