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Chapter 39 Why are your eyes always filled with tears? [Please vote and follow!]

Douluo World.

As Lu Xian stepped out of the portal, the cool, pattering rain fell on his skin, instantly sobering him up considerably from his previous drowsy state.

"I went out for a bit, and the rain has lessened quite a bit; it looks like it'll stop soon..."

Lu Xian activated his soul power shield to protect himself from the falling rain, yawned, and walked towards the thatched hut, intending to catch up on some sleep.

It was pitch black in the dead of night, but you could see a dim yellow light coming from the thatched hut in the distance, swaying in the occasional night breeze.

The candles left behind when I left are still burning.

The hut was still the same hut, but now there was a burly figure at the door wearing a tattered black cloak. He stood there with his arms crossed, leaning against the wooden wall outside the hut, head down and silent.

He's showing off, thinking he's very imposing and has the air of a master, but he's actually an idiot.

When Lu Xian saw the figure outside the thatched hut, he paused and came to this conclusion.

Then, he stepped forward again with composure, his originally lazy eyes gradually narrowing slightly.

This kind of attire seems to belong to only one person in the entire Douluo series: Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

Lu Xian had originally bought a lot of things in the world of Shrouding the Heavens in advance to prepare for the possibility that Tang Hao would take action against him.

However, when Tang Hao actually appeared there, he was still disgusted by his shameless and utterly despicable character.

It can only be said that they are all from the Tang family, birds of a feather. They beat the young and then the old ones come. They directly bully the young and are shameless.

However, Lu Xian wasn't afraid at all; if all else failed, he could always call for help from the group chat.

If Tang Hao had resorted to sneak attacks from the shadows, Lu Xian might have been wary of him. But if he were to confront him head-on like this, then he would have to apologize.

Head-on!

Lu Xian had absolutely no idea how to write the word "lose"!

Lu Xian stopped about ten meters away from the cloaked figure, his indifferent voice ringing out amidst the patter of rain, "Where is the person inside?"

"I'd rather knock them out than kill them."

The cloaked figure looked up, revealing a weathered, middle-aged face with a stubble beard, and said in a deep, resonant voice, "I'm waiting for you."

"Wait for me to come and take your dog's life?"

Lu Xian responded with a cold laugh, raised his hand and made a grasping motion. His martial soul, the Wolf Fang Steel Needle Sword, had already appeared in his palm, and three platinum-gold soul rings spun from above his head and slowly fell down.

"Take my dog's life?" Tang Hao's eyes revealed a hint of mockery. A mere three-ring Soul Master dared to boast that he, a Title Douluo, would take his life. Ignorance is bliss.

Indeed, this brat doesn't know what kind of existence he is, so naturally he has no fear.

"You may not know me that well..." Tang Hao sneered as he slowly walked towards him, one spirit ring after another falling from his head. He could already foresee the look of utter despair and collapse on that brat's face when he saw his nine spirit rings.

"You probably don't know me that well either!"

"Hehehe—"

Lu Xian's laughter carried a chilling, sinister quality that made one's ears feel uncomfortable, as if they had been contaminated by something...

Young Master Lu's sword was now raised above his head.

In front of me, Lu Xian, the King of Pretending, let's see who dares to act tough. Even Xu Que, the Saint of Pretending, wouldn't stand a chance today!

BGM—Start!

"How lonely it is to be invincible..."

"How empty is invincibility..."

The appearance of the white shield illuminated the surrounding darkness.

"Whoosh—"

The wolf-tooth steel needle sword slashed down lightly.

Second Soul Skill: 100% chance of being caught by a blade barehanded!

start up!

Tang Hao was still reeling from that strange singing...

"thump!"

His knees were already on the ground in the mud the next second, and he forced back the nine spirit rings that were not yet falling. He wanted to show off, so the spirit rings had to fall slowly to make a big impression.

Unexpectedly, he pooped a huge pile!

He began to slide the shovel forward, plowing two deep furrows into the yellow mud.

Tang Hao was dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend what was happening. He found himself unable to move...

Uh……

It's not that they can't move; if they're sliding forward on their knees, that counts as moving.

He began to struggle desperately, but he couldn't feel any control over his body at all; it seemed that only his mouth could still move.

and many more!

What is that brat doing?!

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Tang Hao's face suddenly turned a little green.

He saw that brat throwing tons of thumbtacks, spikes, and meteor hammers into his sliding path...

"You fucking—"

"hiss--"

Before he could even finish his curse, Tang Hao's face was contorted in pain, his teeth clenched and his breath coming in gasps. This was really weird. He couldn't feel anything in his body, so why was he still feeling pain when the nail pierced his knee?

He could clearly feel more and more sharp objects piercing his knee, and as he slid forward, more and more of these sharp objects pierced deeper and deeper...

You wicked little devil!

Just as he was about to slide right in front of the kid, a thick spiked club came crashing down on his head. Tang Hao's eyes widened in shock as he suddenly realized that his hands were moving upwards towards his head.

▄█〓█(╯(●Д●)シ!

He caught a blade barehanded.

"Pfft—"

His hands were instantly riddled with holes, blood spurting out.

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"What kind of bizarre ability is this?!" Tang Hao gritted his teeth. He was a tough guy and would never cry out in pain and lose face. What did it matter if a mere wolf fang steel needle pierced his palm?

Absolutely not worth mentioning!

At this moment, he wanted to know even more what kind of bizarre method had been used to control him. It was really too strange!

Wait, why is this kid taking things out again...?

Tang Hao's eyes widened as he saw the wicked brat pull out a handful of snow-white, crystal-clear—fine salt.

Then he started... sprinkling salt on his hands?

"You son of a bitch—"

"hiss--"

The tingling sensation of fine salt being sprinkled little by little on the wound on Tang Hao's palm was so intense that he couldn't stop. His face turned red, and he knelt down, gasping for breath, his lips trembling.

"Still cursing? You fucking still cursing?"

Lu Xian raised an eyebrow, determined to deal with him today. Then he pulled out a bottle of pepper spray, bought from the world of "Covering the Sky," the "Devil's Extra Spicy" brand, the "Super Invincible Spicy Ascension" brand pepper spray!

He bit off the bottle stopper, and a pungent smell immediately wafted out. Tang Hao, seeing this, clenched his lip; after all, he was the Haotian Douluo.

Just chili water!

Lu Xian sneered as he poured the chili water onto Tang Hao's hand, which was riddled with thorns...

Tang Hao's face immediately turned as if a dye shop had been opened, alternating between blue and purple. He must have been experiencing the full extent of the sensation by now!

"Old Deng, are you having fun?"

"You beast, you beast—"

Why are your eyes often filled with tears? Is it because you love this land so deeply?

(End of this chapter)