Douluo: Eloping with Yu Xiaogang? Don't beg me if you regret it

Chapter 87: The Secret Chamber! Another Secret Chamber!
"I, Qian Daoliu, have always been upright and honest throughout my life, and I am steadfast and loyal in my feelings. How could I have given birth to a son like you?"

Qian Daoliu looked deeply distressed and sighed endlessly.

The corner of Qianxunji's mouth twitched, and he was completely speechless.

No!

Lao Deng, have you got some shame?
I grudgingly admit that you act in an upright manner.

But if you say that you are steadfast and loyal in your feelings, I will not accept it!
Qianxunji sneered and said sarcastically.

"Father, you said you are loyal to your feelings, and I know that too!"

"Your feelings for Poseidon, the High Priest of Poseidon Island, are very loyal."

"But may I ask, how did I get here?"

"How do you know Xixi?"

I didn't expect to hear the name of the goddess Poseidon from my son Qianxunji's mouth.

Qian Daoliu was suddenly shocked and couldn't believe it.

He remembered that he seemed to have never mentioned anything about Xixi to this brat.

How did this brat know?!

Is it possible
Lao Deng's face was a little uncertain, and he couldn't help but think of the Golden Crocodile Douluo who was older than him.

"Xixi? Ugh!"

Qianxunji almost wanted to vomit.

Poseidon doesn't like you at all, yet you call me so affectionately!
You, Lao Deng, are quite rational in your behavior.

But in my heart, I am still a bootlicker!

Qianxunji was secretly complaining and grumbling in his heart.

"Cough cough."

Qian Daoliu felt extremely embarrassed because Qian Xunji had exposed his true secrets.

In fact, he has always felt guilty towards Qian Xunji's mother.

Since he met Poseidon when he was young, he could never forget the white moonlight in his heart.

Therefore, even if it is said to marry Qianxunji's mother.

More importantly, it is because Qianxunji's mother looks somewhat similar to Poseidon.

Moreover, the martial soul and the attributes of the martial soul are quite consistent with their Qian family's six-winged angel martial soul.

But in fact, he didn't love Qianxunji's mother very much.

Lao Deng also felt guilty and painful about this.

But things like feelings can't be forced.

He can only try his best to be a good husband and father.
I want to forget~
But I can't forget~
"Well, Ji'er, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"

Because he was too embarrassed to say anything to his son, old Deng Qiandaoliu awkwardly found an excuse and quickly left.

However, he was furious and prepared to go find Golden Crocodile Douluo to ask for an explanation.

How could you just tell Ji'er about my dark history?

On the other side, in the Haotian Sect.

As Qianxunji and Ayin’s wedding date gets closer.

Faced with Tang Hao practicing day and night like a madman, he said he wanted to go to Wuhun City to rescue his third sister A Yin.

No matter how much you persuade him, he won't listen.

This made Tang Zhen extremely angry.

What a rebellious son! What a rebellious son!
He's going crazy for a woman!
What kind of magic does this woman have? !
Tang Xiao was also very worried about this.

Judging from what my second brother Tang Hao said, it is obvious that he will go to the wedding together.

But look at the current state of my second brother Tang Hao.

How can I feel at ease taking him with me?
In the end, Tang Zhen and Tang Xiao made a decision after some discussion.

Tang Hao definitely can’t be brought along!
But they said it’s useless without it.

After all, Tang Hao has legs, so as long as he is determined to go, no one can stop him!

So in the end there is only one way!
That is, before they set off, they drugged Tang Hao.

Then use a black iron chain to lock it in the secret room and prevent it from leaving.

In the blink of an eye.

There is only half a month left until Qianxunji and Ayin’s wedding.

Because the Haotian Sect is still very far away from Wuhun City.

If you want to take Tang Xiao with you.

Tang Zhen cannot fly.

And rush all the way over there by land.

Without traveling day and night, one must have the bearing of the top three sects and reach Wuhun City relatively easily.

That must be half a month in advance.

So. That day, in the evening.

In the Haotian Sect's martial soul mimicry training field, Tang Hao was practicing madly like a madman.

When it was time for dinner, Tang Xiao personally came to deliver food to Tang Hao.

"Ah Hao, stop and have a meal first."

Tang Xiao remained calm, sighing as usual, and handed the lunch box with added ingredients to Tang Hao.

In response to this, Tang Hao also stopped.

Because he practiced madly day and night.

I basically sleep less than an hour a day and don’t take a shower.

Tang Hao is now unkempt, stinking of sweat, and his eyes are red and bloodshot.

After opening the lunch box, he started eating like a hungry pig.

But it wasn't long after the show.

Before Tang Hao had the time to continue practicing, he felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he fainted on the ground.

"Brother Hao, I'm sorry!"

"For the sake of our family and the sect, I have to put you in a difficult position for the time being."

Looking at Tang Hao lying unconscious on the ground, Tang Xiao sighed.

After saying that, he carried Tang Hao up and came to the mansion where his father Tang Zhen was.

And in the study room of Tang Zhen’s mansion.

After opening the mechanism.

I saw a bookshelf full of books slowly opening with a "boom!" sound.

Revealed behind the wall.

A dark and deep passage that slopes downward underground.

Tang Xiao carried the unconscious Tang Hao with his father Tang Zhen.

Through the passage, we entered the dark underground secret room.

The overall area of this secret room is quite large.

In a narrow corridor, torches were lit on both sides, illuminating the dim and cramped secret rooms separated on both sides.

After choosing a single room for Tang Hao.

Under Tang Zhen's command, Tang Xiao placed Tang Hao on a stone bed.

Tang Hao's wrists and ankles were handcuffed with four extremely hard black iron chains.

Because the length of the black iron chain is carefully designed.

Tang Hao could only lie on the stone bed and it was difficult for him to sit up.

Even if he summoned the Clear Sky Hammer spirit, he was completely unable to break the black iron chains on his limbs and the stone bed beneath him.

Basically, it is impossible to break free from the black iron chains and escape by one's own strength.

"Father, if we throw Haodi here, who will bring him food?"

Looking at Tang Hao lying on the stone bed, Tang Xiao's mood was still quite complicated, and he couldn't help but ask.

"It would definitely be bad if other people knew about this."

"Don't worry! I've already told Yuehua to come back once a day to bring food to this bastard!"

Tang Zhen stroked his long beard, snorted coldly and said.

"He won't starve to death if he only eats one meal a day anyway."

"Keeping this bastard hungry will also reduce the possibility of him escaping."

"Since you have arranged it, father, I am relieved."

Hearing that his father Tang Zhen asked his third sister Tang Yuehua to deliver food to his second brother Tang Hao, Tang Xiao felt relieved.

"Then father, let's set off for Wuhun City tomorrow."

In the blink of an eye, there are only a few days left before Qianxunji and Ayin’s wedding.

Guests from all major forces on the mainland who were going to attend the wedding arrived in Wuhun City one after another.

At this time, in Wuhun City.

Whether it is on the city walls, on the streets, or on the buildings.

The halls are all hung with red silk and red lanterns, and the ground is covered with red carpets.
There is a festive and lively atmosphere everywhere.

And it's not just Wuhun City.

The same goes for the soul masters in Wuhun City.

They are all very happy and give their sincere blessings to His Holiness the Pope for his upcoming wedding.

But in a bar.

At this moment, there was a figure that was somewhat out of tune with the current atmosphere of Wuhun City.

He was alone, drinking "tons, tons!" over and over, drowning his sorrow and grief in alcohol.

(End of this chapter)