Douluo's Golden Crocodile

In the afterglow of the setting sun, vendors on both sides of the streets in Notting City began to close their stalls one after another.

He casually took out a gold soul coin and placed it on the table. Tianchen put some of the purchased ingredients into the soul guide, turned around and walked towards the center of Notting City.

Although this was his second visit to Notting City, he was not familiar with it, so he asked for directions and found the area in the west of Notting City that specialized in selling ingredients.

As night gradually falls, dots of lights begin to dot the streets. The most lively ones are the cheap pubs, where you can enjoy a few drinks at a low cost.

And as he returned to the center of Notting City, the noisy noise around him gradually decreased a lot.

On Douluo Continent, the gap between classes is very obvious, even in Notting City, which is located on the border of Tiandou Empire. Most of the people living in the outer city area are ordinary civilians, while in the center of the city

It is exclusive to the noble and soul master classes.

Of course, the city center will not restrict ordinary people from entering, but even if they want to step here, they have to consider whether they can afford the consumption level here.

"Huh?" Looking at the backs of the two middle-aged men who just passed by him, Tianchen suddenly stopped. It was not because of their ten-level soul power, but because of what the two men were talking about just now.

The topic interested him.

Thinking of this, he changed direction and followed the two of them. Not long after, Jiu walked into a beautifully decorated tavern.

The glazed lamp on the ceiling emits a soft, warm-toned light. There are not many people in the tavern, but everyone's clothes are very luxurious, and the material is extraordinary at first glance.

In the northeast corner of the tavern, there are several beautiful girls playing instruments similar to harps.

The waiter wiping the wine bottle at the front desk was a young man in his twenties. When he noticed the exquisite soul guide on Tianchen's wrist, the movements of his hand froze for an instant, and then a flattering smile quickly appeared on his face.

"My lord, what do you need?"

"Just mix me a drink." Tianchen Shen waved his hand and sat on the seat facing the front desk with his back to the two middle-aged men before, listening to the conversation between the two.

"Haotian Douluo, who was known as the youngest titled Douluo in the mainland, really fell in Wuhun City?"

"How can this be false? This is the news released by Wuhun Palace itself. It is said that Haotian Douluo provoked the majesty of Wuhun Palace in public during the Elite Competition of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy, and was killed by the people of Wuhun Palace on the spot.

Kill. In addition, the current Pope of Wuhun Palace also issued a statement to completely remove the Haotian Sect from the seven major sects, and re-elect the new seven major sects two years later."

"This is not just Wuhundian's rhetoric, Wuhundian is really becoming more and more domineering now." After a few glasses of wine, the blood in his head surged, and the middle-aged man who spoke forward subconsciously muttered.

A few sentences.

When another middle-aged man heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he grabbed his companion's arm.

"Keep your voice down, do you know what you are talking about?! The deacons in the Wuhun Branch of Notting City often come here to drink. If they hear you, you will suffer."

But what a coincidence, just when he finished saying this, the waiter at the gate suddenly said respectfully, "Deacon Su Yuntao, are you here?"

A young man who looked about twenty-six or seven years old walked in from the door. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was very handsome. He was dressed in white clothes. Every step he took was extremely solid and extraordinary. But his

There was a sad look between his eyebrows, and the stubble on his chin had not been trimmed for a long time.

Su Yuntao was sitting right next to Tianchen. He raised his head and looked at the waiter at the front desk calmly.

"It's still the same old rules."

"Yes." The waiter at the front desk did not dare to neglect and handed the previously mixed wine to Tianchen on a tray, and continued to work.

The two middle-aged men they were talking about before put a few Gintama coins on the table and left in dejection with their heads lowered.

Tianchen held a cold wine glass in his right hand and glanced at Su Yuntao in surprise.

I didn't expect to meet Su Yuntao here.

However, he didn't pay too much attention to it. After taking a sip, he continued to think about what the two middle-aged men were talking about earlier.

It seems that the news of Tang Hao's death has been spread by Bibi, and the seven major sects will be re-elected in two years. I just don't know if there is anything missing from what the two people said before.

The clear and melodious sound of the piano echoed in the spacious tavern hall. Su Yuntao drank one glass after another of strong drinks. Moreover, he deliberately did not use his soul power to resolve it. There was a faint hint of drunkenness in his misty eyes. The person at the front desk

The waiter seemed to be used to this and shook his head helplessly, but did not say anything.

The pungent smell of alcohol made Tianchen frown slightly, and just when he was about to get up and leave, another series of crisp footsteps sounded, approaching in his direction.

Walking towards her was a woman about the same age as Su Yuntao. She was quite pretty, but the unabashed charm on her face was a bit off-putting.

This person was also familiar to Tianchen, it was Sisi whom he had met several times before.

Sisi came to Su Yuntao with a cold face and snatched the wine glass from his hand.

"You're drinking here again, son, you don't care about it, right? Did you buy the things I asked you to buy?"

Su Yuntao glanced at Sisi silently, without speaking, and gestured to the waiter at the front desk: "Have another drink."

"I'm asking you a question!" Sisi slapped Su Yuntao's arm away impatiently, looking very proud.

"You drink every day. It's no wonder that you, a good-for-nothing, can't break through to the Soul Master at almost thirty years old. I was really blind when I followed you, and I was so arrogant."

"That's enough." A chill flashed across Su Yuntao's eyes, and his fists clenched subconsciously, as if he had reached the critical point of breaking out.

But Sisi didn't notice anything strange about Su Yuntao. It should be said that Su Yuntao, who had always been obedient to her, had no intention of paying attention to her.

But Su Yuntao's uncharacteristic attitude made her almost crazy. She was the typical insatiable person, and she had taken Su Yuntao's silent dedication as a matter of course over the years.

"Why are you still angry at me? I worked so hard to give you a son, and you treat me like this?!"

Sisi's words were like a fuse, completely detonating Su Yuntao. He stood up suddenly and hit Sisi's face with his right fist. Su Yuntao gritted his teeth and said with red eyes: "

Do you have the nerve to say that?! Is that my son?! We have only been married seven months!"

Sisi's mind suddenly went blank, but the severe pain on her face soon brought her back to consciousness. Looking at Su Yuntao's appearance, she was also a little panicked, and she quickly pretended to be pitiful because of her guilty conscience.

appearance.

"Yuntao, it's not like you don't know that your son was born prematurely. How can you doubt me?"

"Get out!" Su Yuntao was completely angry, and hit Sisi's face with another righteous iron fist, knocking her to the ground. Panting heavily, she continued to greet Sisi with one punch after another.

"Do you think I will believe what you say?! Tell me! Who does that bastard belong to?!"

"Woo..." I don't know whether it was because of the severe pain in my body or because I was frightened by Su Yuntao's ferocious appearance. A pool of hot liquid with a filthy smell completely soaked Sisi's skirt, and her face

It was mushy and mixed with blood and tears.

She still doesn't know that Su Yuntao might have known the truth of the matter a long time ago.

"Yuntao, if you really care about me, you shouldn't ask who the child's biological father is?"

"It was a good show." Tianchen chuckled, threw a gold soul coin to the front desk clerk who was still dazed, and turned around to leave the tavern without paying attention to the farce.

According to his estimation, no matter how things between the two end up, Sisi will probably slander Su Yuntao crazily among her friends, and by the way, one person will be able to resist everything in the end."