MM Racing Chapter 452 This can also be considered a kind of father-son inheritance; Tang Hao: Where is his wif
Chapter 452 This can also be considered a kind of father-son inheritance; Tang Hao: Where is his wif
Chapter 452 This can also be considered a kind of father-son inheritance; Tang Hao: Where is his wife?; The Asura Godhead that underwent a mutation
Ah Yin, who always maintained a dignified and gentle image, was repeatedly insulted by Rakshasa God, and her fair face was now flushed red.
But in order to see Xiao San again and to successfully gain Huo Yuhao's trust, she endured it.
Ah Yin sighed helplessly in her heart and murmured, "For the sake of Xiao San being able to see the light of day again, Brother Hao, I can only ask you to forgive the various indecent behaviors I have to do next. My heart will always love you."
Then, she deliberately adopted a vibrato that carried a distinctly pleasing tone, replacing her original soft and pleasant voice with a tremolo.
"Yes, it wasn't until today, after being treated so roughly by my master, that I finally let go of myself and truly experienced the joy of being a woman for the first time."
Since I'm already in your hands, it's understandable that I did these things in order to survive, right?
Therefore, I am doing this entirely willingly. Once I become a spirit, everything I have belongs to you, Master. You can even torture me however you wish.
Ah Yin was so disgusted by the shameless things she had just said that she almost vomited on the spot.
But her delicate body, bound by tentacles, began to writhe restlessly, as if she were trying her best to lure Huo Yuhao into a trap.
However, her inexperienced and stiff movements were not at all alluring; instead, they made her look like a large green caterpillar desperately wriggling and crawling in mid-air, which was extremely ridiculous.
"Pfft."
Seeing this, Rakshasa couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, though his eyes were filled with intense disgust.
She is a deity who controls the evil thoughts in the world, not some kind of perverted god.
Although it is quite entertaining to lure respectable women into prostitution and watch them struggle in their depravity.
But Ah Yin's proactive and impatient ugly attitude had completely killed her interest.
Then, she suppressed her smile and said with a faint sarcasm, "Then the affection between your Tang family is truly touching."
Tang San has already become a cuckold, and now Tang Hao can also have a green meadow on his head. This is a kind of unconventional father-son inheritance, truly an eye-opener.
Before Ah Yin could react to the meaning behind Rakshasa's words, Rakshasa, who had already received a hint from Huo Yuhao, suddenly expanded the Soul Whip in his hand several times in size and then lashed it mercilessly at Ah Yin's body.
This time, before she could even let out a scream, Ah Yin's eyes rolled back, and under the intense mental shock, she was coaxed into sleep.
Meanwhile, inside the main hall of Haotian Fort.
Sitting alone, Tang Hao poured himself a large bowl of strong liquor, something he hadn't done in a long time.
He listened to the program being broadcast on the Soul Guidance TV, which mentioned that Yun Ming had entered the Federal Parliament compound, and couldn't help but smile with joy, preparing to properly celebrate this rare and auspicious day.
Now, Nabosdon has been fooled by his words and has officially joined their side.
Now, all that's left is for the Abyss Saint King's true form to descend into the Douluo plane, and Poseidon will strike and kill him immediately.
The chances of a mistress being brought back to life have undoubtedly skyrocketed, reaching over 90%.
As long as his wife successfully possesses and replaces the Golden Tree, becoming the new life core of the Douluo Continent, then no matter what methods Huo Yuhao and the others use, they will be unable to stop the mistress from being resurrected and returning to the throne of the God King.
But before Tang Hao could even pick up the wine bowl in front of him and gulp it down to savor the upcoming joyous occasion,
He suddenly felt a heavy weight on the top of his head, and the news broadcast in his ear abruptly changed, becoming urgent and solemn.
"According to the latest urgent news just received by this station, the Golden Tree, which is the symbol and spiritual banner of Shrek Academy, suddenly and mysteriously disappeared at 7:00 AM this morning."
According to information circulated by some trainees at the scene, the person directly instigated this incident is very likely Tang Wutong, the Butterfly God Douluo from ten thousand years ago!
What could possibly drive this god to such a mad act? Is the truth behind it a distortion of humanity or a decline in morality? Please continue to follow our reporter's risk-taking report from the scene —
Tang Hao stared intently at the images playing on the television screen, which were reportedly photos of the current state of Poseidon Island taken from high above by reporters at great personal risk.
The golden ancient tree, which once exuded a rich aura of life, has vanished without a trace, leaving only a huge, dark crater.
What this pit meant was crystal clear to Tang Hao.
In an instant, Tang Hao's old face, which had been full of smug smiles, turned as green as the legendary garlic turtle.
His eyes widened in anger, his hands clenched into fists, and he slammed them down on the wooden table in front of him.
boom-
With a loud bang, the wooden table instantly turned into dust that filled the air.
Where is his wife?
Where did his wife, who was so big, go?
Tang Wutong!
His beloved granddaughter turned out to be such a treacherous ingrate.
If she hadn't been so blinded by love and fallen for that scoundrel, the mistress wouldn't have ended up with such a tragic death.
Endless rage surged within Tang Hao's heart. He picked up the newly opened jar of strong liquor at his feet, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go.
The tiger's eyes, which were as large as copper bells, were now filled with terrifying blood vessels, making them appear exceptionally ferocious and horrifying.
At this moment, he wished he could risk being struck by lightning and rush out to confront Tang Wutong directly.
Ask her why she would do something so despicable.
As a descendant of the Tang family, how could she choose to help that damned enemy Huo Yuhao and hinder her biological father's resurrection plan?
Tang Hao grew angrier the more he thought about it, but as the effects of the large jar of strong liquor gradually took hold, his mind calmed down somewhat under the influence of the alcohol.
Poseidon is currently in seclusion, adjusting his condition and preparing to face the approaching Abyss Saint.
The disappearance of the Golden Tree and Ah Yin is a matter that could shake the very foundation of the entire plan, and Poseidon must not be allowed to know even a whisper of it at this moment.
Such a major change could very well immediately render their hard-won cooperation agreement null and void once again.
However, if they lose Ah Yin as the core of life to coordinate and allocate life energy, even if they are able to successfully kill the Abyss Saint King in the future, they will absolutely not be able to use the energy of the Abyss to resurrect Xiao San.
What should we do?
Tang Hao racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good solution.
Even if we issue an order now, we could mobilize the Haotian Sect, Tang Sect, Shrek Academy, and even the Holy Spirit Cult.
Even if Ma Hongjun, who is not far from the Haotian Sect's headquarters, were to personally capture Tang Wutong and even uncover the real culprit behind her, Huo Yuhao, to retrieve A Yin, it would probably be to no avail.
Disheartened, Tang Hao listlessly stroked the messy, straw-like beard on his chin, a sorrowful murmur rising in his heart.
"Oh, mistress, what am I supposed to do now? If you're watching from heaven, please give me some guidance to help us get through this difficult time—"
However, before Tang Hao could slump back into his chair in despair, he suddenly sensed an extremely strange and faint energy fluctuation within the space containing the Asura Godhead.
Tang Hao's heart tightened even more.
Now that Ah Yin has run into trouble, is it possible that even the Asura Godhead, which is entrusted with the last bit of the mistress's soul essence, will also suddenly encounter misfortune?
Thinking this, Tang Hao's figure flickered and he vanished from the spot.
At this moment, as the spiritual core within his spiritual sea condensed ahead of schedule thanks to the secret techniques of the Holy Spirit Cult, Tang San felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration.
But the next instant, the trident in his spiritual sea, which was already stained red with blood, began to vibrate violently, and Tang San's soul felt an irresistible and powerful pull.
A strong wave of dizziness washed over him, and as the world spun around him, Tang San felt his stomach churning, as if he were about to vomit up the blood and souls of the hundreds of people he had just absorbed who were on the path to death.
After finally getting through that period of intense dizziness, I felt real again.
What came into view was a seven-colored space radiating a soft glow.
A disheveled middle-aged man stared intently at him, his eyes brimming with disbelief and tears.
Tang San couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Father, is it really you? Father!"
Tang Hao could not believe what was happening before his eyes.
What was originally just a fragment of soul residing in the Asura Godhead, after growing somewhat stronger, projected an unusually eerie figure.
Although the man in front of them had blood-red hair, and even his exposed skin was covered with strange dark red blood patterns, making him look like a demon and extremely evil.
But Tang Hao could still tell at a glance that this was the mistress they had been longing for day and night.
"It's really you, mistress! You're really back?"
"Father, it's me!"
The two were overjoyed and wanted to embrace each other to savor the long-lost father-son bond.
But just as Tang Hao stretched out his arms, his hands passed straight through Tang San's seemingly solid but actually illusory body, as if trying to catch the moon's reflection in water.
Compared to Tang Hao's momentary disappointment after his embrace failed, Tang San quickly realized his current predicament.
He asked anxiously, "Father, how is Xiaowu doing now? And the child in her belly, judging by the time, should have been born by now, right?"
Tang San never expected that, in order to make up for the shortcomings in his strength when dealing with Huo Yuhao, the first thing he would choose to condense after breaking through to the Soul Saint realm was a spiritual power soul core.
By a twist of fate, his spiritual power was able to reconnect with the remaining fragments of the soul on the Asura Godhead.
What he cared about most at that moment was whether Xiao Wu was doing well after his unexpected "death," and whether she had been bullied.
With his absolute trust in Xiao Wu's unwavering love, he firmly believed that she was also eagerly awaiting the day they could reunite.
Looking at his son's hopeful eyes, Tang Hao's face showed a hint of undisguised sorrow. He stammered, "Xiao San, don't get agitated. Xiao Wu's baby—because of the impact of the spacetime turbulence back then, she miscarried—"
Like a bolt from the blue, Tang San's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.
Her blood-red hair moved wildly without any wind, and a nauseating smell of blood instantly filled the air.
Almost through gritted teeth, Tang San questioned his father, each word laced with murderous intent, "Father, what exactly happened while I was away?"
"Xiao San, don't blame yourself too much. Xiao Wu has never blamed you, even though back then in the spacetime turbulence, you forcibly swapped your two godhoods to save yourself."
Although that child tragically perished, it was precisely because you possessed the Asura Godhead that you were able to preserve a fragment of your soul essence in this desperate situation, thanks to the power of that godhead.
Tang Hao looked at Tang San with heartache, trying to soothe the anger in his heart with words, and patiently persuaded him: "Now it has been more than two thousand years since you left."
The Sea God's divine essence that remained in Xiao Wu after the initial exchange has been constantly backfiring on her due to the prolonged conflict in their constitutions. Over the years, Zhu Zhuqing has likely been taking care of her by her side.
Your mother and I have never given up, and have been trying every possible way to bring you back to life. Now that I see you are alright, I feel much more at ease.
"But mistress, what exactly is going on with you looking like this?"
As he spoke, Tang Hao's brows furrowed more and more, and his voice was filled with doubt and confusion.
After examining him closely, he realized that Tang San's current state was extremely abnormal.
It is neither a pure soul nor a product of some kind of materialized energy, but rather a phantom projection forcibly sent from a distant place through some extremely evil medium, exuding an eeriness in every way.
"Huo Yuhao, it's all that damned Huo Yuhao's fault! If it weren't for that ungrateful wretch, how could I have ended up with my family destroyed and my life ruined!"
Tang San was completely blinded by rage at this moment. He did not respond to Tang Hao's question immediately, but instead roared at the air in a fit of impotent rage.
After a period of intense emotional release, Tang San, having regained some of his rationality, was about to tell Tang Hao about his unexpected rebirth in another universe.
But just the thought alone caused an indescribable, intense feeling of palpitation to surge into his heart.
The feeling was as if mentioning even the slightest thing about another universe to Tang Hao would trigger some kind of taboo in the laws of the universe, leading to his complete annihilation.
Looking at it this way, the truth behind his rebirth is probably not simple, and there must be a deep secret hidden in it that even the God King cannot easily touch.
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