Chapter 9 Tang San's identity is revealed: Son of Haotian Douluo?!
However, Lu Ming's pursuit was far from over.
What he wanted was to completely shatter the towering statue called "Haotian Douluo" in their hearts.
[Lu Tiandi (Group Owner): When Ah Yin sacrificed herself, her soul power was exactly level 69.]
[Lu Tiandi (Group Owner): Think about it carefully yourselves, is there anything fishy going on here?]
Lu Ming's words were like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard.
Level 69.
This number seems so glaring and so shocking at this moment.
[I don't have a mother: If that's true, then Tang Hao might have really been plotting against Ah Yin all along.]
[I don't have a mother: He didn't just plan this for years; he might have even started much earlier, after meeting Ah Yin, and had already orchestrated everything!]
When Qian Renxue typed these words, her fingers were trembling slightly.
She devised her plan: to infiltrate the Heavenly Dou Empire.
She believed her plan was grand enough and secretive enough.
Compared to Tang Hao's ten-year-long plan, it's nothing!
[Little Witch: Just before reaching level 70, Qian Xunji came chasing after her. With nowhere to run, Ah Yin sacrificed herself, and Tang Hao counterattacked...]
[Little Witch: This...this coincidence is too terrifying!]
Ning Rongrong felt a chill travel up her spine, making her scalp tingle.
She grew up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and had witnessed countless conspiracies and schemes, but none of them could compare to the horror of the story before her.
The atmosphere in the group was extremely tense.
It seems that Tang Hao's hypocritical and vicious image has been completely cemented.
But just then, a different voice rang out.
My cat is white and big: What if... it's just a coincidence?
Zhu Zhuqing's speech eased the tense atmosphere slightly.
Yes, although there are many doubts, there is ultimately no direct evidence.
What if all of this is just a cruel joke played by fate?
Inside the cave, Ah Yin, on the verge of collapse, seemed to have grasped at the last straw.
Her consciousness was forcibly gathered from the chaos.
There's another piece of evidence!
One piece of evidence powerful enough to refute all conspiracy theories!
[My son isn't a bastard: But... but Tang Hao and Ah Yin have another child!]
[My son is not a bastard: How could they have a child if they didn't truly love each other!]
This sentence was like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of conspiracy theories in the group.
yes!
child!
Children are the fruit of love and proof of the fusion of blood between two people!
No matter how cunning or cold-blooded a man may be, surely he wouldn't treat his own flesh and blood as nothing more than a pawn in his plan?
This is beyond the comprehension of normal people.
[Gentle Fire Dragon: That's right! If we weren't in love, how could we have children!]
Liu Erlong slapped her thigh suddenly, realizing that Ah Yin was absolutely right!
Feelings can be faked, but children cannot!
[The most innocent fox: They already have a child, surely Tang Hao couldn't have planned to scheme even for the child? I don't believe it!]
Wuhun City, Saintess Palace.
Hu Liena breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had finally been lifted from her heart.
She still wants to believe that true love exists in this world.
Even if the ending of this love story is not perfect.
Even Bibi Dong, who had been silent all along, slowly typed out a line of text.
[Your Holiness: I don't believe it either.]
She can accept a man deceiving a woman's feelings for the sake of power.
But she couldn't accept that a man would include his own son in his plan.
That's something only a beast would do.
Tang Hao, it's not that bad.
...
With the Pope's statement, the sentiment in the group seems to have shifted once again.
Tang Hao's image seems to have changed from a complete schemer to a flawed man who is at least sincere to his wife and children.
However, Lu Ming from Blue Tyrant Academy, watching the reactions of everyone on the screen, had a smile that only grew wider.
child?
Do you think children are a get-out-of-jail-free card?
On the contrary.
The existence of this child is the most vicious and ruthless part of Tang Hao's entire plan!
Blue Tyrant Academy, training room.
Lu Ming's gaze slowly swept across the screen of the chat group.
[Gentle Fire Dragon: That's right! If we weren't in love, how could we have children!]
[The most innocent fox: They already have a child, surely Tang Hao couldn't have planned to scheme even for the child? I don't believe it!]
[Your Holiness: I don't believe it either.]
Seeing the atmosphere in the group gradually warming up and the wind about to be reversed, a smile slowly spread across Lu Ming's face.
very good.
very good.
Chat group activity is soaring at an unprecedented rate.
This means that when this grand spectacle comes to an end, the reward he will receive will be unimaginably generous.
Child, is that right?
The last straw, the last psychological defense.
His slender fingers lightly tapped the screen, seemingly effortless, yet dropping a true bombshell.
[Lu Tiandi (Group Owner): Tang Hao and A Yin's child?]
[Lu Tiandi (Group Owner): You mean Tang San?]
Just two simple sentences.
There are no superfluous embellishments, no emotional embellishments, just a statement of fact.
However, when the name "Tang San" appeared, the entire chat group fell into a deathly silence.
Then came a volcanic eruption.
...
A hotel in Tiandou City.
Inside room 501.
On the soft, large bed, a graceful figure lay on her side, her curves exquisite.
Zhu Zhuqing was wearing only a thin silk nightgown that clung tightly to her stunningly developed body.
The strap of her nightgown slipped down to one side, revealing her rounded, fair shoulders.
The breathtaking fullness of her chest stretched the thin fabric into an exaggerated curve.
She was lazily scrolling through the stories in the chat group, her long, shapely legs crossed.
Beneath the black skirt were two dazzlingly white calves, with slender ankles and round, adorable toes like pearls.
She exuded a maturity and charm beyond her years, like a black cat resting in the moonlight, elegant yet dangerous.
When the name "Tang San" came into view, she trembled violently.
Those purple eyes, which usually carried a hint of coldness, were now wide open.
"What?"
A soft gasp escaped from her rosy lips.
She instinctively rolled over and sat up, a movement that completely freed her already prominent breasts.
As the silk nightgown slipped down, most of her snow-white skin was exposed to the air.
The dazzling white against the black of the silk dress created a strong visual impact, enough to make any man's blood boil.
(End of chapter)