Douluo: I was heard by Bibi Dong

This is a very popular restaurant, and the first floor is already full.

‘I haven’t eaten outside food for a long time. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.’

San was eager to know what changes had happened on the road in two years, and the noisy tavern was undoubtedly a good place.

But the cold temperament and the look in his eyes after leaving the city of killing scared the restaurant waiter to the ground.

He knew that others were afraid of him, and he was used to others being afraid of him. Even the girl he cared about in the end was lost, but he didn't care about this.

"Have a meal"

After Tang San said a few words coldly to the waiter, he went up to the second floor to look for an empty table.

Stepping into the second floor, glancing at the sparse diners, Tang San's eyes stopped at a table in the corner of the private room.

Walk naturally and walk straight.

A young man who looked similar to Tang San's age had his hands on the square table, as if he was meditating with his eyes closed.

Tang San sat down unceremoniously, and with a calm expression he shouted to the waiter who had just emerged from the stairs on the second floor:

"Two glasses of strong wine", and then made a retreat gesture, turning his sea-blue eyes to look at the young man in front of him,

"Gaunt of the Spirit Hall."

The sea blue eyes are very calm, even after so many years, even if they only had a brief contact on the field.

But when he was about to counterattack that demonic fusion skill, he held it lightly.

Afterwards, Yun Danfeng lightly poured filth on him. How could Tang San dare to forget it?

Afterwards, it was natural to ask the master, Xue Qinghe and others about Gunter's news.

Genius, innately full of soul power, disciple of Pope Bibi Dong, a few words of information, but blocked in front of Tang San like a mountain.

If it were him in the past, he might come as Tang Yin to say hello to Gunter and test him secretly.

Now he is full of murderous intent and has no worries.

"Huh~" Gunter opened his eyes and let out a pleasant breath.

Tang San knew what was going on. When he walked over, he could vaguely catch a glimpse of the innocently dressed girl under the uniquely designed square table.

Although he has not seen the other party's appearance, he is accustomed to the bright silvery sky in the city of killing, and he will not be too surprised at this time.

"Why stop?" Gunter first said something of unknown meaning, and then seemed to see the handsome man rendered in blue and gold in front of him.

"Hello."

After saying these two words, Gunter looked at Tang San with a smile, as if he was expecting something fun.

There was silence between the two of them for a while, until the store owner put the two glasses of strong wine that Tang San ordered on the table and left.

"Can you speak?" This matter made Tang San very surprised. He vaguely remembered that before breaking up with Xue Qinghe, the other party mentioned that Gaunt was mute.

"Well~ not only can I speak, I can also say things that many people want to know but don't know."

Gunter looked at Tang San opposite, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: How about transforming him and transforming Tang San into Tang Shan?

"Drink~ If you are pretending to be cryptic, don't say it out loud."

Tang San took a sip of strong wine. He didn't like the way the other person spoke. It was very hypocritical. Besides, was it really a chance meeting today?

"I do come from Wuhun Palace. There are many resources there and I have learned a lot of knowledge. The library of Wuhun Palace far exceeds the combined collection of books in all major colleges."

"Including the most widely circulated books on the road now, "On Amplification Soul Skills" and "Twin Spirits". They are all books and resources I took from the Spirit Hall."

"Speaking of which, I am now considered a master-level celebrity. I won't be surprised if you recognize me."

"Unfortunately, someone has called me this name. So, I hope you call me Mirror Master. I don't like (non-friends) to call me by my first name."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Gunter raised his eyebrows, seeming very satisfied...satisfied with his speech.

‘Heh… clown’

Tang San made a silent evaluation in his heart. Five years ago, Tang San analyzed the reason why the other party could easily hold his arm:

First, Hu Liena and his wife's red mist disrupted his ability to perceive, and the other party must have been informed of their location before they could approach him quietly.

Secondly, Hu Liena and the others have already caused serious injuries to themselves. Even though they are seriously injured and unable to do anything, they still don’t know how well they can perform their movements at full strength.

Third, from a broad perspective, Tang San's talent is definitely the best among his peers. Facing the resources of the two of them in Wuhun Palace, there is no age gap. Gunter and I are similar in age. If he tries to overpower the opponent because of his unwillingness to lose, Disciple will

Just inner demons.

Tang San, who walked out of the Killing City, had actual combat ability. He believed that he could instantly kill himself before entering the Killing City.

"You don't seem to believe it, then let's make a deal?" Gunter tapped his fingers on the table one after another.

"What deal"

"You and I will have a duel, and if we lose, we will complete one of the other's requests."

"Sounds like a bet?"

"I hate gambling, so here's a deal."

"a boring fig leaf"

"When you gamble, you know you will lose, but you still lie to yourself that you can win; trading is just a matter of mutual consent."

To Tang San, the other side was just a lackey of Wuhun Palace. If it hadn't been for the frightened waiter after entering the door, which made Tang San sober up and remember that this was a civilized city.

The first time I saw Gunter: You are dead.

The only difference is whether to kill now or not.

"I accept your deal, but the method of the competition is up to me."

"All ears."

A cold smile appeared on Tang San's lips: "If you don't die within three breaths, how about I give you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Then how do you decide who wins or loses?"

Tang San didn't answer and stood up directly. In the past two years in the Killing City, his instinctive attack method was to use hidden weapons.

The moment he raised his hand, he was already holding the Feng Yin Jiu chick that he took out from the twenty-four bridges under the moonlit night.

But, there are people working under the table. What should I do if Tang San's actions disturb them?

Gunter, whose soul skills have long been transformed into his own abilities, only has five fingers turned into claws: the two-pole static realm.

Tang San was frightened and couldn't move. He used the purple demon pupil that broke through the mustard seeds after being suddenly tempered by the killing.

Mental power could not break through the immobilization, and the mental impact on Gunter was muddy.

There was a whisper under the table. After three breaths, Gunter gently pulled the waist of his trousers and stood up.

Pulling up Tang San's hair, he pointed it at the edge of the table, from stillness to movement,

one time!

Twice!!

Three times!!!

Look around!!!!

…

"I'm actually a mirror merchant, and I don't like to fight. The three-breath time has passed, and I won."

Gunter grabbed Tang San's neck and threw him down on the chair he was just sitting on.

Gunter lifted the protection of the table and waved to the table:

"If you want to continue trading with me, you are welcome to wait for me at the crossroads in the east of the town at midnight, hahaha."

Unable to move, Tang San could only watch as he walked out from under the table with all the killing intent in his eyes:

The girl with yellow double braids wiping the corner of her mouth:

Cammy.