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Douluo: My Soul Skills Made Tang San Cry novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: Chapter 319 Lyrics flow! The left hand hammer protects the right hand grass!

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Having been chased by the Spirit Hall for so many years.

Having hidden in a small, broken place like Holy Spirit Village for so many years.

The current Tang Hao has long become increasingly sensitive and suspicious.

— He really doesn’t dare to trust others casually anymore!

"Damn Spirit Hall, damn Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..."

"And that damn Zhuge Lan."

"Just wait, when my little San grows up."

"These debts."

"Our father and son will settle them with you one by one!"

"Huff — Huff —"

Tang Hao gasped heavily.

His already somewhat broken body now creaked like an old bellows.

But he finally managed to get through it!

After being stimulated for such a long time.

He finally eased up a little — it’s not that he wasn’t so impulsive, but he gradually adapted.

"Small impatience ruins great plans."

"Fortunately, fortunately, I finally endured it!"

Tang Hao quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his mood finally calming down.

Although he was still suffering.

As long as he didn’t expose his identity and didn’t affect his later plans.

Then suffering a little was nothing —

Anyway, he had endured enough pain over the years.

It didn’t matter at all!

However...

At this time, Tang Hao’s resentment towards the Spirit Hall, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Zhuge Lan became heavier and heavier.

He even resented the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which had been silent all along.

Although Tang San had transmigrated — physically he was Tang Hao’s son.

It was difficult to determine in spirit.

But it must be said that this pair of father and son were truly passed down in the same vein to some extent.

When encountering problems.

They never suspected themselves first.

But suspected others — and then suspected the world.

However.

Tang Hao’s resentment towards others was okay.

He just thought about it in his heart, and there was no possibility of exposure.

But his resentment towards Zhuge Lan.

Had truly turned into substance — constantly leaping in front of Zhuge Lan.

[Emotion points + 23333]

[Emotion points + 751414]

[Emotion points + 999999]

Tang Hao’s strength was not weak.

And now, driven by this song ’Breaking Cocoon’, his spirit, energy, and essence had reached their peak.

Although he consumed a lot under self-suppression.

He still brought considerable emotion points to Zhuge Lan.

I just don’t know —

If Tang Hao understood that the more depressed and resentful he was here.

The greater the improvement it brought to Zhuge Lan.

What kind of expression would he have?

— Anyway, Zhuge Lan was quite happy!

Looking at the constantly leaping emotion points on the screen.

Zhuge Lan felt a slight smugness in his heart.

Sure enough!

Although the song ’Breaking Cocoon’ had penetrated deep into the bones of the entire Douluo Continent.

It could easily arouse their emotions.

But this influence.

Was greatest for Tang Hao!

After all —

The saying of ’bgm War God’ can be said to have been spread far and wide!

"Hehe —"

"You’re very excited in your heart, right?"

"Suppressing this excitement must not be easy, right?"

Zhuge Lan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise.

His eyes scanned the black-clothed man who was still trembling again.

And he also felt a burst of laughter in his heart —

He had already been so aggrieved.

But he could still endure it?

This didn’t seem like the famous — Clear Sky Douluo, who was not afraid of anything and dared to wave his hammer at the Pope!

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