Chapter 939 Tang Comes to the Door 3
In the depths of Yu Xiaogang's bloodshot eyes.
What was reflected was not the cold and hard stone road in front of us.
Nor was it the faces of the hideous tribesmen around him who laughed at him wantonly.
The past came flooding back.
In his eyes, there is only his childhood self.
At that time, his small body was still standing on this street that was so familiar to him.
Enduring the cold stare and contempt of the entire family!
At that time.
As a young man, his heart is full of magnificent visions of the future.
Fantasy that I can succeed through hard work.
Carve out a place for yourself in the world of soul masters.
Bring new glory to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.
Change how others view you.
But reality is like a ruthless blunt knife.
His dreams were cruelly crushed time and time again.
Every dashed hope, every mockery, was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
It left indelible scars in his heart.
Time flies, and decades pass by like a flash.
He, Yu Xiaogang, actually returned to that dark time node again.
The wheel of fate ruthlessly dragged him back to the starting point.
Pain and humiliation were like a ghost that followed him everywhere, tightly entangling him so that no matter how hard he struggled, he could never break free of the shackles that followed him like a shadow.
As he dragged his exhausted body.
Sitting in a wheelchair, he returned to this land of his tribe, which was once a place of high hopes but now only filled with despair.
Sadly, nothing has changed!
The discrimination, ridicule and indifference from the tribe members remain.
original
He never left the dark abyss where he was despised by everyone.
Yu Xiaogang's face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, tears were welling up in them but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Hold the wheels of the wheelchair tightly with both hands.
His knuckles turned white from the exertion as he slowly approached his home in the farthest corner of the clan's territory.
His residence was not dilapidated or shabby.
A special person comes to clean every month.
This may be the last bit of mercy the family gives to him, the son of the patriarch.
Barely maintaining his remaining dignity.
The house stood alone in this remote corner, forgotten by the whole world.
There are high walls all around.
No one's eyes would be cast here, like an invisible cage.
Trapping this disgraceful piece of trash in it.
"Crack!"
Yu Xiaogang pushed open the slightly old courtyard door with great effort, and the wheelchair rolled slowly.
Finally entered this sunny courtyard.
The private environment and the warm sunshine shining on him made his cold and desperate heart feel a little better.
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to get up and close the door.
Something unexpected happened!
Behind the door, bloody blue silver grass grew without any warning.
Like a bunch of nimble blood-red pythons.
He pushed the half-open door back with force in an instant.
"Bam—!"
There was a loud noise, which was particularly harsh in this quiet courtyard. Yu Xiaogang's eyes froze for a moment.
The whole person seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
His body was shaking slightly uncontrollably. The plant in front of him
He is very familiar with it!
It was blue silver grass, but it was completely different from the blue silver grass in his memory. The strange blood color revealed a strange and dangerous aura.
"Xiao-Xiao San?!"
Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled slightly, and there was a hint of surprise and expectation in his voice that was difficult to conceal, and he subconsciously called out the name.
"Teacher, I didn't expect you still remember me."
A joking voice came from under the eaves. The voice did not contain a trace of respect and sounded a little hoarse and low.
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately looked up.
His bloodshot and turbid eyes suddenly shrank, filled with shock.
A young man in a blood-red hat was leaning against a pillar under the eaves. The young man had a playful look on his face, and his eyes were filled with madness and unruliness, as well as contempt that Yu Xiaogang had never seen before! And this man was actually his disciple, whom he had been proud of in the past and even until now - Tang San!
At this time, Tang San had changed drastically.
The originally jet-black hair had completely turned blood-red and had grown a lot longer, now draped over the shoulders like a blood-red waterfall.
His face became more handsome, but with a sickly paleness, as if he had been shrouded in darkness for years. If it weren't for the conspicuous blood-colored blue silver grass martial spirit aura, even Yu Xiaogang would not have dared to easily recognize that the boy in front of him was his former favorite student.
Those eyes were full of blood at this moment.
Two balls of blood-red flames were burning, and a strong bloody smell permeated the body and surroundings, making people shudder.
"Xiao San, you, you now..."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San tremblingly, his lips moving as if he wanted to ask something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something. Thousands of words were stuck in his heart and he didn't know where to start.
He can feel it.
The once deep relationship between master and disciple seems to have disappeared without a trace, like a kite with a broken string.
"Teacher, I'm fine now!"
Tang San's mouth corners slightly raised, with a sick smile on his face.
Caught in some kind of crazy joy.
"I have never felt so good. Powerful strength keeps coming to me!"
Tang San opened his arms, as if embracing strength.
The powerful aura emanating from his body made Yu Xiaogang feel frightened.
It actually made him feel like he was facing Yu Luomian.
Yu Xiaogang was deeply shocked.
I can't believe it, in just less than two years, Tang San could break through from Soul Emperor to Soul Douluo? !
This was simply a fantasy, but the facts before him forced him to believe it.
"Xiao San, what is your current level of cultivation?"
Yu Xiaogang suppressed his inner shock and anxiety and asked in disbelief.
"Hehe, Master Shenzi has just achieved the Soul Douluo breakthrough not long ago. Master, long time no see."
A hoarse and extremely weak voice suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the door of Yu Xiaogang's room was slowly opened.
A wheelchair also slowly drove out.
The person sitting in the wheelchair turned out to be an old acquaintance of Yu Xiaogang.
"You are Hunfeng?"
Yu Xiaogang spoke with some uncertainty, the person in front of him had changed too drastically.
The Hun Feng in front of him looked somewhat similar to him.
His originally jet-black hair had turned a little gray and was tangled together in a mess. His body was extremely thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
The glasses, worn crookedly on his face, made him look funny and shabby.
Looks like he has some incurable disease.
That face was always twitching unconsciously, and saliva was overflowing from the mouth from time to time. It seemed as if the person was enduring some great pain.
Yu Xiaogang turned his gaze to the guy pushing the wheelchair behind him and couldn't help but blurt out.
"Prince Avalanche?"
(End of this chapter)