"San brother, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Wu and Tang San lie side by side on the grass.

"I'm thinking about Xiaoying." Tang San whispered.

Notting City was also affected by the Spirit Hall and the changes were very big. Tang San could hardly associate Notting City at this time with Notting City five years ago.

What brought these changes was Ye Ying, who was regarded as the Holy Son of the War Spirit Hall, and his younger brother.

"Hehe, I don't think Xiaoying contacts you much. Did you say he forgot you?" Xiao Wu teased.

Tang San rolled his eyes: "How could it be? I am his brother. He also sent a million gold soul coins to my account the day before yesterday to buy soul bones for us."

Tang San and Ye Ying have never been in contact, and they will chat every week, but there are indeed few opportunities to meet.

Ye Ying is too busy.

Ye Ying needs to be the master of all major events in the Wuhun Palace. He has to practice himself. In addition to practicing, he has to follow the Buddha to run back and forth on the continent to investigate ancient miracles, to stroke the tiger beards of the Douluo god, and to contact important cooperation with the wandering earth and the angel civilization.

Ye Ying wanted to break himself into two and used it. He had no time to see Tang San and Xiao Wu. They only gathered during the Chinese New Year every year, and usually they were just voice and video.

With the Soul Net here, I don’t feel unfamiliar.

"Hey, one million gold soul coins! Third brother, why didn't you tell me? Do you want to hide your private money?" Xiao Wu pouted angrily.

Tang San was amused and crying: "What did you say? How can this be called private money?"

"I don't care!" Xiao Wu turned her face to the other side.

A ray of enlightenment arose in Tang San's heart,

This is something to do!

He smiled softly and held Xiao Wu's hand quietly.

A blush suddenly appeared on Xiao Wu's face.

"I hate it, why do you hold my hand?" she muttered shyly.

Tang San used his fingers to tease Xiao Wu's palm.

Xiao Wu feels itchy,

She felt even more shy.

Tang San smiled: "Are you still angry?"

"Hate! I'm so angry!" Xiao Wu pulled out her hand and rolled toward her side.

The two started fighting on the grass.

They did not notice that in the woods in the distance, a middle-aged man was standing behind a tree and looking at them from afar.

"Missary, I hope you don't end like us." Tang Hao murmured in a low voice.

bite!

Tang Hao came back to his senses: "Who sent me a message?"

At this time, he had already contacted Haotian Sect and added friends with Tang Chen. Although he was not addicted to Soul Network, he did not reject the convenience of Soul Network.

He opened the Soul Network interface,

The eyes fell on the contact person.

After seeing it clearly, he was stunned for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp breath was revealed inadvertently.

Chirp!

The birds flew in shock, and many birds flew out of the woods. They hovered over the woods for a long time and dared not fall.

Contact:Salt person

The unique golden name is also followed by a V-shaped official certification logo. Tang Hao is completely aware of whose ID this is, and is even very familiar with it.

Because he was also paid attention to by the Spirit Hall...

Every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Thursday, Friday, June, and July, the Wuhun Palace will push rainbow fart articles praising the great Pope Bibidong to the vast soul masters.

And Bibidong’s Soul Network ID is the salt-bearing man.

Tang Hao took a deep breath and clicked Bibidong's message with his mind.

The man with salt: I see the words as if I am like a face. Tang Hao, the Wuhun Palace has a way to resurrect your wife. For Xiaoying's sake, I will come to Wuhun City for details next Monday, and it will be overdue.

Tang Hao's heartbeat stopped.

He stood there like a piece of wood, staring blankly at Bibidong's message.

Can the Spirit Hall resurrect A Yin?

A Yin...

My A Yin...

After a while, he barely controlled his excitement and began to think about other possibilities.

Bibidong wants to attack me?

Is she luring me to Wuhun City?

bite!

The salt-carrying man: Don’t think too much, I’m not going to kill you, because there’s no need to be such a troublesome thing to kill you.

Tang Hao frowned unhappily,

He felt that Bibi Dong was too arrogant and didn't take him seriously. He was at least the one who beat the pope in the Martial Spirit Hall.

"Hello, Mr. Tang Hao."

A gentle voice suddenly appeared behind Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's hair stood upside down in fear.

The body instantly rushed forward twenty meters.

"Who are you?" he turned and warily.

Jarvis said gently: "I am Jarvis, a life form that is different from humans. You can treat the SIN as my body."

"Soul Network Intelligence..." Tang Hao had a cold face.

He didn't believe a word. In his opinion, the soul network is just a way to apply soul power. How can intelligence or life be discussed?

Jarvis shook his head gently: "Mr. Tang Hao, this is not the point. I am here to pass on the message for the Pope's Crown. She will not kill you. Please feel free to go to Wuhun City."

Tang Hao looked angry, nine bright soul rings lit up under his feet, and a huge hammer wrapped in lightning appeared in his hand.

"She thought she could kill me?"

Tang Hao's hood cloak was blowing.

The sound of electric arcs floating in the air.

"I will prove this to you."

Jarvis's face was calm.

The atmosphere became extremely tense in an instant.

"I'll let you have a move." Tang Hao looked down on his eyes, and his strong confidence belonging to Haotian Douluo was floating on his body.

Jarvis was silent.

"What, are you scared?" Tang Hao said disdainfully.

Jarvis sighed. He didn't know how to face Ye Ying, the ignorant adoptive father.

"Sir, times have changed."

In his voice, a golden Buddha covered with nine platinum soul rings gradually appeared behind him.

This is the martial soul Jarvis made for himself by imitating the Buddha.

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, and he was a little surprised: "You have been promoted to the titled Douluo with nine decade-old soul rings?"

Jarvis ignored him.

Dogs!

"The fifth soul skill: Tathagata's magic palm!"

Tang Hao held up the Haotian Hammer, ready to beat this powerful palm technique.

But Jarvis curled the corners of his mouth sinisterly.

The Buddha's face solemnly took out a six-tube Gatlin from his crotch and instantly pointed it at Tang Hao. His muzzle was so loud that he spurted blue fire.

"This is..." Tang Hao caught him off guard.

Because he held up the sledgehammer and his chest was fully open, he was pushed to the sky by the surging bullets without any resistance.

He felt as if he was shrouded in a storm, and every inch of his body was under blows. He could not control his body at all, and his soul power was unresponsive. He had to fly higher and higher until he was hit deep into the clouds.
To be continued...