Douluo: Peerless Fight Tian Yuhao

Chapter 92 Don't Love, Boy Yueheng

[Hey~ Is the Messenger of Death that fierce?It looks like this guy has a big grudge against him! 】

Huo Yuhao thought thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the table rhythmically, and asked in surprise: "Why did you come to me? You know, I am not famous among the employers in Luowang."

Yao Jinmo's stiff facial muscles relaxed slightly: "Originally, I was just treating a dead horse as a living doctor, but after seeing you with my own eyes, I am willing to believe that you have the ability to fight against the dead."

"I have approached countless people these days. Once the name of the Angel of Death is mentioned, their expressions will change drastically in an instant, and they will try their best to refuse."

"And since I mentioned the words Death Messenger, your expression has not changed at all. This makes me conclude that you at least...have the ability to stand in front of him without retreating."

Huo Yuhao nodded slightly and smiled lightly: "You are right, I am indeed not afraid of the Death Messenger. Even if I don't have any information about him, I still have the means to find his hiding place."

Yao Jinmo's expression did not change, but his expression became more solid, and he looked at Huo Yuhao with burning eyes: "Since I have informed you of the information about Tianling Flower, can you show me your strength so that I can have a better idea? "

Huo Yuhao shrugged his shoulders, casually took out a gold soul coin from his storage ring, bent his fingers, and flicked it.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the specially made glass on the balcony was actually shattered by a mere gold soul coin. Yao Jinmo looked sideways instinctively, but the next moment, a breeze approached his neck, and his neck was hit by a big hand. Choke, a voice came from my ear.

"No matter when or where you are, don't lose your vigilance. If it were someone else who has no moral integrity, your life would be gone."

Huo Yuhao let go of the hand that was lightly touching Yao Jinmo's neck, and with the power of his thoughts, he lifted back the few pieces of broken glass that hadn't fallen to the bottom of the building out of thin air.Under the simulated soul skill, the mirror pupil's glass-colored light flashed, and the Martial Soul Origin Seal was inscribed, and the glass shards were miraculously restored to their original state, without a single trace of damage.

The corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched, he patted Yao Jinmo's shoulder, sat back on the sofa, and looked at him with a half-smile: "How? If it's not enough, let's try another place?"

Yao Jinmo's expression changed, and his trembling eyes were obviously erratic. He was terrified of Huo Yuhao's sudden attack.

You know, although his cultivation talent is not as good as that of his younger brother Yao Haoxuan, he is still a genuine soul king!What an astonishing speed to be able to use a gold soul coin to smash the special glass of Luowang's private trading office without opening the martial soul, and take advantage of this short gap to get close.

Yao Jinmo shuddered at the man in front of him. In front of Huo Yuhao, he had a feeling of being completely seen through, but he himself knew nothing about Huo Yuhao.

But... For him, the stronger Huo Yuhao was, the greater his hope of revenge.

Yao Jinmo calmed down his turbulent mood a little, and stretched out his right hand: "The matter of the messenger of death, Mike Donkey Jack, I will leave to your Excellency. After the matter is completed, I will definitely offer the Tianlinghua with both hands."

Huo Yuhao stretched out his hand and shook it, and suddenly asked: "Let's change each other's names. Although we are just getting what we need, it is always good to have a name."

Yao Jinmo pondered for a while, then said: "Then... I'll call you the boss, how about you call me Lao Mo?"

Huo Yuhao thought for a while, and agreed: "Okay, then I will call you Lao Mo from now on. I want to ask, what kind of grievances do you have with the Angel of Death? Is it direct contact or indirect contact? Words matter."

Yao Jinmo's brows showed the sadness of dead leaves in the autumn wind, and he said in a hateful voice: "The hatred for killing my brother is irreconcilable!"

"Is that so... I see. Do you have any items that your younger brother used before he was alive and asked to stay on him for more than three years?" Huo Yuhao asked.

Yao Jinmo's expression calmed down. Although he was confused about Huo Yuhao's request, after the incident just now, he knew that the man in front of him could not be judged by common sense.

"Then I have to go back and look through it."

Huo Yuhao had no objection: "Then just let me know after you get it. This is my contact information for the sound transmission soul tool."

……

An entertainment area in Xingluo City, Rose Bar.

The misty soul guide lamp reflected mottled light and shadow, the music played by the voice-recording soul guide device was dynamic and exciting, and the girl in cool clothes danced a very provocative dance on the booth.

The guests stared wantonly at the heavily made-up dancer, laughed wildly, and from time to time someone stretched out their hand to caress.Not far from the booth is a beautiful and luxurious private room, the hostess with bright eyes is being manipulated by luxuriously dressed people, as if something unspeakable may happen at any time.

In one of the top private rooms, Dai Yueheng hugged a pair of top-quality accompanying girls in his left and right arms respectively. The faces of the two girls were more or less similar, obviously they were twins.

The heavy kneading with both hands caused the twin escort girls on the left and the right to scream. They smiled coquettishly and handed the wine glass to Dai Yueheng's mouth. He took a sip. The look of his evil eyes made the two girls in his arms get lost. …

Dai Yueheng is very satisfied with the present day. Ever since his soul power cultivation base was eroded by the corpse poison of the messenger of death, he slipped from the original soul emperor to the soul sect, and lost the qualification to compete with Dai Huabin for the position of Duke of White Tiger. Dazhi, determined to emulate his father Dai Hao...he has changed.

From the genius soul emperor with a bright future to a mere small soul sect, such a big ups and downs are simply not something that a proud man like Dai Yueheng can bear.

For this reason, he realized...

Life is short, so why not enjoy yourself while you can?

On the other hand, he made this move in consideration of his good younger brother who now has the sole succession right to the Duke of White Tiger. Dai Huabin can only be completely at ease if he is completely drunk.

dong dong——

"Enter."

A square-looking middle-aged man pushed away a dancing girl who was dancing famously, and looked at Dai Yueheng, who was intoxicated in the gentle land, with regret flashing in his eyes.

Once upon a time, the genius who broke through to the soul emperor before the age of 20 and was one of the best geniuses in the history of Duke Baihu's lineage has now fallen to such a state.

"Young master, you have changed. You have become drunk and lustful, and you have become greedy for pleasure. Have you forgotten your ambition to start as an ordinary soldier of the Western Legion and follow the example of the Duke?"

The middle-aged man painstakingly advised, Dai Yueheng showed impatience on his face, he slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and said confidently.

"Presumptuous! Are you teaching me a lesson?"

"I've been practicing all my life, can't I enjoy it?"

After driving away the admonishing middle-aged man, Dai Yueheng looked at the frightened dancing girl and the twins on one side, and waved.

"Then play music, then dance."

……

(End of this chapter)