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be without cause.
This was very likely a premonition of something to come—
"But what exactly is going to happen?"
Tang Hao frowned deeply, unable to figure it out no matter how hard he tried.
Why did he feel an uncontrollable Thrilling in his heart after coming to the Xuanji Pavilion?
And that chill that was definitely not an illusion—
"Whether it's tonight's match, or these assassins, or the shadows that are countering these assassins."
"They all come from the Xuanji Pavilion."
"From this, it seems that this Xuanji Pavilion is really not simple, there is definitely a big problem."
Tang Hao sighed deeply, feeling truly melancholic.
That's right…
At this time, they had already been thrown into the crowd by the shadows.
The surrounding assassins were all in a deep sleep, completely unable to hear any external sounds.
That's why Tang Hao could relax slightly.
Only then did he dare to frown and sigh here.
Although this wasn't good news either—
"Damn it, what exactly is the situation?"
"Who is scheming against me in the dark—is it the Spirit Hall? Or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which is also one of the Upper Three Sects?"
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Tang Hao pondered deeply.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine it.
The root of all the problems came from a young man named Zhuge Lan, who was gently plucking the strings of history from behind the scenes.
There was no way—
Except for Ning Fengzhi and others who had truly witnessed Zhuge Lan's mystery.
Others wouldn't dare to believe it even if they saw it.
They would definitely find it unbelievable—that a small young man could actually create such a huge storm.
Tang Hao couldn't figure it out at all, the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, the more he thought about it, the more his scalp tingled.
However…
Soon he wouldn't need to ponder here.
Nor would he bother to dwell on the feelings just now.
Because a new wave of feelings seemed to be coming again—
Panic.
This time it was absolute panic!
Pain.
This time it was an indescribable pain.
It seemed to be heart-wrenching, and it seemed to be the collapse of his Dao heart.
No other reason—
Because Tang Hao felt that something that seemed most important to him was gradually moving away from him.
He was afraid that he was going to lose the existence he cared about the most…
"What on earth is going on?!".
At this time, Tang Hao had completely lost the extraordinary demeanor of the Clear Sky Douluo, and was directly at a loss.
Like those children who had their favorite things snatched away, he looked around blankly.
He didn't know what he should do to save all of this—
"What am I going to lose?"
"I don't know… but the feeling of heartache makes people wish they were dead."
"Perhaps—"
"I've been too tired these past few days, haven't I?"
"So tired that I'm starting to hallucinate."
"Perhaps death is the real relief."
Tang Hao's emotions were teetering, and soon there was a tendency to collapse—
There was no way…
Everything he had encountered today was too bizarre.
All kinds of unexpected things that were outside of his plans made Tang Hao's mood rise and fall continuously.
—It was really hurting his mind!
Even if Tang Hao had experienced too much and his mind was tough, he was actually a little unable to hold on.
"Heh heh, I feel like everything I've experienced today is like a dream."
"If there really are gods in this world, if this dream is really just a nightmare."
"Then hurry up and wake me up!"
"I really can't take this kind of torment anymore…"
Tang Hao wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed any tears.
This kind of sorrow and helplessness were intertwined in his heart.
When he looked up at the sky, his eyes were dull, looking just like Tang San who had been played to death before.
It must be said…
This is what it means to be father and son.
Even the appearance of collapsing was exactly the same.
If Zhuge Lan wasn't an outsider, an observer.
He might not have been able to see the relationship between Tang San and his son—and the hidden dangers that existed.
"Brother, brother!"
"This brother, wake up, now is not the time to sleep."
Suddenly.
Tang Hao seemed to hear a voice calling him, one after another, continuously.
These words.
Finally, Tang Hao regained some strength.
He barely opened his eyes.
Wait—
Opened his eyes?
Tang Hao was incomparably surprised, and then overjoyed for a while.
He felt his body—
Indeed, there was no chill like just now.
The feeling of being schemed against.
Now it was completely gone!
It seemed…
That feeling was just his own illusion, as if everything had never existed.
However, that feeling was clearly so clear.
Wait, wait!
—Now is not the time to consider these things.
He opened his eyes!
Doesn't that mean he was really in a dream just now?
"If everything was a dream, that would be great."
Tang Hao looked at the surrounding environment excitedly—
However, everything that came into view instantly dimmed his originally bright eyes again.
Alright.
It seemed that the experience just now was not a dream.
Or rather, it was not entirely a dream—
Now he was still restricted in his limbs, surrounded by the Xuanji Pavilion.
"It's a pity, it would have been the best thing if all the previous experiences were dreams."
Tang Hao shook his head and smiled bitterly—
"Heh heh—Tang Hao ah Tang Hao, look at you now, how can you still be like some Clear Sky Douluo?"
"It's simply a useless person who is unwilling to face reality…"
"You even thought about escaping everything through dreams, it's simply embarrassing…"
Tang Hao laughed at himself, feeling ashamed of his previous desire to escape.
However.
The situation was ultimately a little better than he thought.
What if he was trapped in the Xuanji Pavilion?
As long as the last feeling was a dream—then everything was not a problem.
Thinking of this.
Tang Hao finally gradually recovered his will, and his eyes also became clear.
He still had a son to protect, and Ah Yin to guard—
He couldn't fall here!
The big stone in his heart landed, Tang Hao also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had the mind to observe the surrounding arrangement.
After scanning around.
Finally, his eyes fell on a young man in front of him.
"So young, he actually came out to be an assassin?"
"Looking at this, he's probably about the same age as Xiao San—"
Tang Hao sighed, but he didn't take it to heart.
After all…
He had seen too much of such things.
Moreover, Tang Hao himself was not a merciful person.
The reason why he felt something—
One was because the other party was about the same age as his own son, which would somewhat touch a father.
The second was…
The voice that woke him up before.
—It was precisely this young man who made it!
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