Douluo: Thundergod descends to the world, Wuhun Lei Yi

Chapter 83 The Titan is about to starve to death.

".Can someone come?"

In a secret dungeon of the Haotian Sect, the room was pitch black and nothing could be seen inside.

A few rays of light shine through the cracks in the wall that have not been repaired for many years, and one can barely distinguish the passage of time.

The dungeon was filled with a faint smell mixed with foul odor.

Titan leaned weakly against the wall. His appearance now was completely different from when he first came to Haotian Sect.

When he first arrived, he was full of energy and as strong as a bull.

But now he is as skinny as a stick, like a piece of human skin draped over a skeleton.

With his soul power sealed, he could only lean limply against the wall, staring blankly at the dark room in front of him. If it weren't for his strong physique, he would have starved to death after not eating for two months.

"Master, have you forgotten me?"

Titan lowered his head and whispered softly, he was too weak to even stand up.

"Perhaps those elders did it on purpose."

Titan shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.

If he had known this would happen, he should have contacted Tang Xiao privately.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world for him to take.

Fortunately, before he left the family, he handed over all matters to Taino. As long as the Li clan follows the young master, there will be no problems.

"Hey"

Looking up at the dark dungeon again, Titan closed his eyes helplessly to conserve his strength.

He no longer knew how much longer he could hold on.
We can only place our hopes on Tang Xiao.

"Aqiu!"

Tang Xiao, who was sitting in the living room of Haotian Sect, suddenly sneezed and scratched his head in confusion.

As a Titled Douluo, I haven't sneezed for many years.

"Brother, please take care of your health recently."

The beautiful woman Tang Yuehua sighed slightly, stood up and poured a cup of hot tea for Tang Xiao.

"Alas, the elders still don't agree with Xiao San's recognition of his ancestral home."

Tang Xiao took a sip of hot tea and sighed.

His tall figure seemed somewhat decadent.

He really had no way to deal with these elders of Haotian Sect.

"There's always a chance."

Tang Yuehua looked out through the window silently, her eyes a little absent-minded.

There was a small bulge on the outside, which contained the few remaining ashes of Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's head had been smashed to pieces by the Sixth Elder of the Haotian Sect, but Tang Hao's soul bone was not found. The angry old man was so angry that he wanted to scatter Tang Hao's ashes.

Fortunately, other elders and Tang Xiao stopped them, thus preserving the remaining ashes of Tang Hao.

Tang Xiao picked up the hot tea and drank it all in one gulp.

He always felt like he had forgotten something recently, but he couldn't remember it.

"You are getting old after all."

Sighing helplessly, Tang Xiao shook his head with a wry smile, stood up and went to his room to rest.

Since I can’t remember, then don’t think about it.

"Little dance!"

Tang San woke up from his dream and shouted, then immediately sat up, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

He just dreamed that Xiao Wu’s head was chopped off and her spirit ring was absorbed.

Xiao Wu’s spirit ring?
Tang San's pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized that it was not a dream, but reality.

He suddenly jumped out of the bed, but fell directly to the ground.

He looked at his legs in astonishment and found that his left leg was missing.

"Lei Ming!"

Tears streamed from Tang San's eyes, he gritted his teeth and pounded the ground, the flame of anger burning in his heart. He finally remembered everything, whether it was Xiao Wu's death, Xiao Wu's spirit ring being absorbed, or his own left leg.

These are not dreams, but real things happening!
"Little San!"

Yu Xiaogang, upon hearing the sound, pushed the door open and walked in, immediately helping Tang San to the bed.

"Teacher, I want to kill Lei Ming!"

Tang San's face was covered with tears. He stared at Yu Xiaogang and spoke with gritted teeth, trickles of blood flowing from between his tightly clenched fingers.

Why are you glaring at me!
Yu Xiaogang was suddenly frightened by Tang San's ferocious look, but when he recalled the nine spirit rings on Shui Ningbing's body, and then thought of Lei Ming's record of defeating three Soul Saints alone, he shuddered all over.

"Xiao San, I know you are very angry. I am also very angry. Everyone is very angry."

"But you have to stay calm now."

"How can I stay calm! Xiao Wu is dead! He chopped off her head! He also absorbed her spirit ring! Teacher! How should I stay calm?!"

Tang San roared heartbreakingly, and then he hugged his head and cried.

Xiao Wu's death was a huge blow to him.

"The mistress is awake!"

Everyone at Shrek heard Tang San's voice and walked into the room one after another.

The room suddenly seemed a little crowded. Looking at Tang San who was sitting on the bed crying with his head in his hands, they looked at each other but didn't know how to comfort him.

"Teacher, I want revenge. Xiao Wu is dead. What if Teacher Liu Erlong is dead? You..."

"You're the one who died."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Erlong's furious voice came from outside the door.

If you want revenge, just say it. Why did you involve her?

She was also injured. If Zhao Wuji hadn't pulled her in time, she might be lying in bed now.

"Erlong calm down, calm down."

"Xiao San is just talking nonsense, Erlong, you must calm down."

"Teacher Erlong, Third Brother just spoke hastily. He definitely didn't have that thought."

Several Shrek people surrounded Liu Erlong and tried to persuade her not to argue with Tang San.

"Humph."

Liu Erlong was not a petty person. She folded her arms across her chest, snorted coldly, and leaned against the door frame, quietly looking at the scenery outside.

If Yu Xiaogang hadn't been here, she wouldn't have come to see this troublemaker.

After knowing each other for such a long time, she naturally knew that Tang San was poisonous.

Considering what Lei Ming and the prince said, it naturally became clear who the murderer was.

Xiao Wu died, Tailong died, and the entire Li clan was imprisoned.

It was clearly his own fault, but he insisted on acting like a victim.

It's disgusting.

If it weren't for Yu Xiaogang and Flanders, she would definitely tear off Tang San's last fig leaf.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Erlong. I said the wrong thing."

Faced with the silent environment in the room, Tang San apologized to Liu Erlong in a hoarse voice.

But there was a glimmer of anger in his eyes as he lowered his head.

"Dinner is here!"

A fat man ran in from outside, holding a plate in his left hand and a big bowl in his right hand. The bowl was filled with some kind of meat that was still steaming.

"Third brother, don't be angry for now. Take care of your body first. When our cultivation level improves, we will go and seek revenge together."

Ma Hongjun squeezed through the crowd, put the things in front of Tang San, sighed and said.

He was not in the academy at all last night in order to vent his anger.

He didn't expect to hear that Xiao Wu had died when he came back early in the morning. He felt overwhelmed and could only prepare a hearty breakfast for Tang San.

It’s the end of the month, babies.

Don't keep it anymore, the heat is not enough to feed the full attendance.

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(End of this chapter)