Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 27: First the wolf, then the tiger
Late at night, Feng Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, never thought of winning by talking, but he did it anyway.

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing who was sleeping soundly, fully clothed but with tear marks all over her face, Feng Yan couldn't feel happy at all.

There was no way, it was too noisy outside. That Super Douluo beat Zhao Wuji up and turned him into a pig's head. He used his mental power to eat the whole melon. Feng Yan really had no interest in it.

The key is that the guy hasn't let me go yet.

"Feng Yan, come out." A faint breath locked onto Feng Yan.

Feng Yan was very annoyed at being disturbed like this and wanted to give that guy some Dan Shi to eat.

Not in a hurry, Feng Yan straightened his clothes and walked out of the room slowly without disturbing anyone.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Feng Yan arrived at a small forest as if taking a stroll after dinner. A black figure was standing under a tree.

Under the moonlight, the man was covered in a black robe. From his appearance, he looked like a middle-aged man with an untidy beard and a smell of sweat.

Feng Yan felt a little itchy on the tip of his nose. He stood still and stretched out his little finger to pick it while asking, "Uncle, who are you?"

The man in black's breathing stagnated. He looked like he was already impatient because he had been walking for too long, and now anger almost appeared on his face.

The man slowly raised his right hand without saying anything.

A black light condensed in his palm and turned into a giant hammer. At the same time, nine soul rings quietly appeared on his body.

What surprised Feng Yan was that his ninth soul ring was actually a hundred thousand year soul ring, which was different from that of ordinary people.

After doing all this, the man in black said in a hoarse and excited voice: "I didn't expect to see the Sword Demon in such a small place. You are as dissolute as ever!"

Clear Sky Hammer Martial Spirit? Feng Yan thought to himself, as expected, the hammer spirit was the one that beat Zhao Wuji before, and now it has been confirmed.

However, apart from Tang Chen, Feng Yan was not very familiar with the people from the Haotian Sect. He only recognized the martial souls and could only judge from the cultivation level that the person in front of him was probably either Tang Xiao or Tang Hao.

This person starts swearing when he meets someone, which makes Feng Yan a little confused.

Feng Yan felt that he had not offended the Haotian Sect, and was not afraid that this man would go berserk. He kept a calm mind, thinking that there would be no need for a life-and-death fight.

I didn't admit that I was Feng Yan just because of what he said. I had to pretend. It would be bad if I ended up exposing myself.

"Sir, you've got the wrong person. My name is 'Yan Feng', and I just look like the Sword Demon. I'm also ranked in the Feng Ping, but in the medicine section. It's late at night, if nothing else, I'll go back to sleep."

However, the man in black didn't seem to believe Feng Yan's disguise. His body was almost shaking as he spoke, "Ha! You are just a little Great Spirit Master, and you are not afraid of a Titled Douluo?!"

Feng Yan felt that he was probably angry, just like most of the people he had met before.

But he didn't know what he was angry about, so Feng Yan could only spread his hands out as usual, and then he opened his mouth: "I am from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, my teacher is Sword Douluo Chen Xin, why would I be afraid of a Titled Douluo?"

"Nonsense! I originally thought you were just a resemblance, especially when you were pretending to be yourself in the city hotel!"

This man's rebuttal made Feng Yan a little confused. Did he start peeping so early?

What made Feng Yan even more confused was yet to come.

The man in black breathed quickly, paused for a moment and said, "Unfortunately, your talent doesn't lie. During the day, you really created a new self-created soul skill in front of everyone!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yan felt something was wrong. This person seemed to know him very well.

Feng Yan thought: Logically speaking, the Tang brothers and I have only met a few times, this shouldn’t be the case, right?

Almost subconsciously, Feng Yan spread his hands and said, "I'm really not."

Sometimes Feng Yan really wanted to slap himself in the face. As soon as he finished speaking, the man’s hand holding the hammer began to tremble.

"I thought people like you were the proudest! Now that you've ended up in this situation, you would have committed suicide long ago!" The man in black almost roared.

"How many people have you harmed? It doesn't matter if you are still alive like this. Who are you? How dare you bully my son?!"

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, his Titled Douluo-level soul pressure suddenly fell on Feng Yan's weak body.

"Puff..." Feng Yan spat out a mouthful of blood.

He really didn't expect that this man would completely disregard his status and go crazy after just a few words, as if Feng Yan had killed his entire family. Feng Yan, who thought that he had not offended the Haotian Sect and could still try to talk away, was immediately pressed to the ground.

Although he couldn't speak, Feng Yan was thinking a lot: Whose son? What a joke! People who practice cultivation value life the most. If I commit suicide, I would be really foolish! What's more, even ants try to survive! Why should I commit suicide?

Feng Yan was about to lose consciousness completely, and he didn't even have time to summon a trace of soul power. He regretted it very much.

He felt that it would be better to die together, as dying like this would be too stupid.

Perhaps it was a flash of inspiration before death, but Feng Yan seemed to see his martial soul which had already materialized.

Feng Jian, the former good friend, fell from the sky and landed right where the man in black was standing.

Feeling a cool feeling rushing into his body, Feng Yan's mind became clearer, and he had many more questions: Why are there so many more patterns?

Then, someone took the wind sword with blood-red patterns in his hand and swung it lightly, and a blood-purple sword light shot up into the sky.

The man in black was a Super Douluo, above level 95. Panic was written all over his face, and he ran away without hesitation.

Just as Feng Yan was celebrating and seeing the wind sword getting closer and closer to him, he was stunned.

The soul flow was so strong that it seemed to be materialized and blew away the hood of the person holding the wind sword, revealing her face.

Purple represents mystery, and when you look back, you will see that the person is truly as beautiful as a painting.

But she is Bibi Dong!
Even when facing the threat of death from Thor, Feng Yan's heart had never beaten so fast.

At this moment, his adrenaline had surged to the extreme. Feng Yan used his hands and feet and dragged his body backwards desperately.

What’s annoying is that there are too many trees in the forest, and Feng Yan soon bumped into the root of a big tree and couldn’t move.

Sometimes death is not the most terrifying thing. For Feng Yan, Bibi Dong is what he fears the most, ten thousand times more terrifying than evil spirits.

His hair stood on end at this moment, his breathing became rapid and he was in a state of panic.

This woman had hurt him so much, and she was finally unwilling to let him go. Was she coming to claim his life so soon?
The familiar fragrance was getting closer and closer. Feng Yan finally closed his eyes before Bibi Dong touched his cheek, waiting for death to come.

Looking at Yan Feng who was curled up into a ball, Bibi Dong squatted down. She seemed to be trying her best to smile warmly.

Gently stroking the silver hair on Feng Yan's head, Bibi Dong said softly: "Don't be afraid, kid, ah...sister will heal you!"

She wanted to say she was an aunt at first, right?
Feng Yan opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the smiling Bibi Dong in confusion.

Bibi Dong's bare hand gently held Feng Yan's wrist and slowly transferred her soul power. Feng Yan's injuries gradually improved under the influence of this soul power.

Soon, Bibi Dong asked a question anxiously: "Child, can you tell me who your mother is?"

Feng Yan was a little surprised and thought: She didn't recognize me? !
At that moment, Feng Yan's mind flashed with many thoughts, but the most important thing was that he must not talk too much anymore, because if he said something wrong again, no one could save him.

Seeing Feng Yan still didn't speak, Bibi Dong let out a breath, as if telling herself to control her temper, but she couldn't help but ask another question: "Why did Tang Hao want to kill you? He has no grudge against your father?"

"Is he Tang Hao?" Feng Yan was still speechless. This time he knew who that Hammer Brother was.

Just as Bibi Dong said in the secret room that year, Qian Xunji should have been killed by her. So it seems that Tang Hao, who seriously injured Qian Xunji, can be considered half her benefactor.

Feng Yan also felt a little surprised. No wonder Bibi Dong let Tang Hao run away.

As if to encourage Feng Yan to continue, Bibi Dong gently stroked him, her eyes narrowed again, and she smiled brightly.

There was no way, Feng Yan forced himself to ignore the fact that Qian Renxue insisted that he call her sister, which led to the disorder in the relationship between mother and daughter.

Following Bibi Dong's words, Feng Yan forced a smile and said, "Beautiful sister, do you know who my father is?"

But Bibi Dong's next words made Feng Yan even more confused: "You look so much like him, and you don't know who your father is?"

Feng Yan thought: Who does he look like? I look like myself, and she thinks I am her son? No way? So she asked me who gave birth to me? Why did she think so?

(End of this chapter)