Douluo: My Wuhun is actually myself

Chapter 116 Chapter 116: Tang Hao was scolded until he vomited blood

"No shortage of!"

When Zhu Zhuqing saw Song Wuque being smashed into the ground with a hammer, he yelled sternly, and his figure flashed out, dragging out a black shadow and rushing into the ruins.

At this time, Tang Hao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and Haotian, who had returned to normal size, was standing next to him.

He looked solemnly at the hole not far away.

That was the place where Song Wuque was hit by the Clear Sky Hammer.

He picked up the Clear Sky Hammer again and walked over step by step.

Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing's figure appeared next to the hole. He knelt down with tears in his eyes, leaned down to look at the seemingly bottomless hole, and shouted loudly: "Wu Que..."

Then she saw Tang Hao walking over with the Clear Sky Hammer.

She stretched out her arms to protect the pothole behind her, and said fiercely to Tang Hao: "Don't come over!"

"Hmph!" Tang Hao snorted coldly and sent out a blast of palm wind.

But he never expected to be dodged by Zhu Zhuqing.

"Oh? It's interesting." Tang Hao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the eight soul rings on his body reappeared.

One yellow, two purple, four black and one red.

One was blown up just now, and there are only eight left.

Zhu Zhuqing was not afraid at all. The Nether Civet instantly possessed him and four soul rings appeared.

Two yellow, one purple and one black.

Tang Hao's pupils shrank.

This little girl was only about the same age as Tang San, just over 12 years old. She was actually a fourth-ring soul sect, and her fourth soul ring was a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

What is the origin of this young couple?

It's so outrageous.

You know, when he was 12 years old, he was only a second-level soul master. The gap was too big.

This little girl is also a future problem and cannot be left behind.

If Song Wuque was really killed by Tang Hao, keeping this little girl might bring him much trouble in the future.

As a result, Tang Hao felt cruel.

The Clear Sky Hammer struck again, intending to kill Zhu Zhuqing.

At this time, a loud shout sounded.

"Damn it, old man, you are really nothing."

In an instant, the soil on the ground surged up, forming two big hands dragging Tang Hao's ankles.

Song Wuque's figure emerged from the ground, picked up Zhu Zhuqing's body, spread his wings, and rushed into the sky.

Those clay hands only held Tang Hao for half a second before they were shattered by him, but this was enough for Song Wuque to fly high into the sky.

"Great, you're okay." Zhu Zhuqing looked at Song Wuque's face with tears in his eyes, and then buried his head in his chest.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Song Wuque smiled and rubbed her soft hair.

Tang Hao looked up at the sky, his expression solemn as never before.

This kid is not dead?

And look unscathed?

Is his big Sumeru hammer so watery now after he exploded the ring?

Do not!

If this hammer had hit Qianxunji back then, it would have destroyed Qianxunji in minutes.

This can only mean that there is something wrong with this kid.

Big problem.

Flanders, who was floating in the air not far away, was carrying Yu Xiaogang and Oscar, looking at Song Wuque speechless.

He really never expected that Song Wuque would have grown to this point.

How long has it been?

half a year?

It seems about the same.

It takes almost half a year to compete with Haotian Douluo. What kind of abnormal growth rate is this?

It's too perverted and unreasonable.

Song Wuque looked at him sideways, was silent for a few breaths, and then said: "Fland, I know that Tang Hao's visit to my place today must have something to do with you. I, Song Wuque, ask myself whether I am sorry for you. What do you think of doing this?" Will you live with the consequences?”

His tone was extremely cold.

If it weren't for Flanders' good attitude before and Tang Hao winking at him crazily when he came, Song Wuque might have killed him.

Flanders smiled bitterly and said: "Haotian Mian asked us and we didn't dare not to answer. Brother Song, I'm sorry for you. I can punish you as you please, but Xiaogang..."

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had fainted.

Song Wuque glanced at him and said: "Flender, don't pretend to be pitiful here, and this Yu Xiaogang is not a good person either. I believe that Tang Hao must have had some influence on him when he came here. He is here today." A broken arm is your own fault, Flanders, just take care of yourself and don't mess with me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

"That's all! Get out!"

Song Wuque said, shouting loudly.

Flanders smiled bitterly and retreated.

Song Wuque's eyes turned to Tang Hao on the ground again.

At this time, Tang Hao was also looking at him, and then a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Song Wuque narrowed his eyes and cursed loudly: "Old dog Tang Hao, are you laughing at your father? You bitch came to trouble me, have you ever thought about the consequences? I tell you, it won't take long before I will kill you." Cut off your head and play it with a ball. Who the hell do you think you are? What are you so crazy about every day? You think you are awesome, don’t you? Tell you. In my eyes, you are not even a piece of shit. You are just a jerk. Do you know, trash? You are a trash who can’t even keep your own woman, trash, damn, you are the youngest titled Douluo in the world, shit!”

Song Wuque had never been so angry that he cursed for a long time, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was panting.

"Wow!"

Tang Hao's face on the ground changed drastically, he spat out a large mouthful of blood with a loud sound, and held the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer to steady his body.

Song Wuque's words were heart-breaking, and Tang Hao's energy and blood were already in his heart.

His face, which had already suffered internal injuries, was as pale as a piece of white paper.

He looked fiercely at Song Wuque, who was floating in the sky, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said with a ferocious smile: "Sharp-tongued little bastard, aren't you afraid that I will bloodbath the entire village?"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body in Song Wuque's arms trembled.

"no, do not want……"

Even Song Wuque's breathing became a little faster.

He took a deep breath and looked at Tang Hao with murderous eyes.

But he soon laughed.

"Haha, Tang Hao, you can give it a try."

"I said here today that if you dare to touch a hair of anyone in this village, I will have you buried with the entire Haotian Sect in the future."

"And your incompetent son will also die a bad death. I will dig up your wife's grave and whip her corpse. Do you believe it?"

"Your precious son, if I guessed correctly, is missing now, isn't he? Why do you think he is missing?"

Tang Hao's whole body was trembling.

He swore he had never been so angry.

Even if Ah Yin dies, he won't be as angry as he is today.

Also, where did the mistress go?He actually knows?

He was furious and said: "Asshole, where is the mistress?"

Song Wuque sneered again and again: "Dugu Bo is my friend, guess what?"

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you little thief today."

The momentum in Tang Hao's body expanded and exploded again. He stepped into the air, and actually rose into the air step by step, walking towards Song Wuque.

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