The Unusual Number of Douluo

Except for a few sluggish waiters, there were only two people in the tavern who could stand safely, and it was these two people that made Zhao Xuan startled.

"Uncle Tang Hao, and..."

After a slight pause, Zhao Xuan looked at the handsome young man beside Tang Hao with some hesitation.

"Are you... the junior?"

Zhao Xuan rushed in fiercely, which also stunned several people in the house.

When Zhao Xuan's voice fell, Tang Hao took the lead to react. His eyes flickered, but he didn't speak. Now he is still down and out, but his spirit is much better.

"Xiaoxuan!"

At this moment, the young man beside Tang Hao also spoke, his handsome face was full of surprises, as if he had encountered something incredible.

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Xuan's heart trembled, but he finally confirmed his identity. He looked at Tang San, then the corners of his mouth twitched: "Little San, have you gone to Korea for plastic surgery for more than a year? "

"South Korea? Which country is that?!" Tang San was slightly startled, somewhat confused.

"Haha, don't care about him, Xiaosan, you want to kill me."

Zhao Xuan gave a haha, then walked to Tang San and hugged him hard, banging a hand behind him.

Tang San's handsome face instantly flushed red, and he only felt that his whole body was tumbling with blood, and he almost spewed out of his blood. He pushed Zhao Xuan away with an uncomfortable expression, then glared at him and said, "You just want to slap Zhao Xuan when you meet. Die me?"

Zhao Xuan laughed and said, "Isn't this trying to see how much you have made in the past year?"

"Ugh……"

Tang Hao suddenly sighed a long sigh from the side and looked up at the sky. The atmosphere I finally created, how come I met this guy.

And the few waiters shivering behind the counter were also speechless. Brother, this is the entrance to the slaughter capital of the hell on earth. Can you give me some face? Don't be so tender.

The two of them talked freely. After retelling their friendship, they only remembered the purpose here. They looked at each other and asked in unison.

"What are you doing here?" ×2

"You speak first."

Zhao Xuan asked Tang San, and couldn't help but glanced at Tang Hao, who seemed to be drinking.

Tang San also took a look, and then a wry smile appeared on his face: "Dad asked me to come."

The stench of blood still remained in his mouth. Thinking of the feeling he had just now, his face turned pale, and he still felt like vomiting.

Zhao Xuan looked around at the hell-like scene around him, brows slightly, and said to Tang Hao: "Uncle Tang Hao, what are you doing here with Xiao San?"

Tang Hao drank all the wine in his glass, then glanced at Zhao Xuan indifferently, "Of course he has experienced it."

"Experience? This is the capital of killing."

"Of course I know this is the killing capital, so what is your purpose here."

"Why should I tell you."

"I don't want to know either, as long as you don't disturb the junior third's experience."

"Okay, okay, let's say a little less."

Tang San looked bitter on the side, and quickly separated the two arrogant people.

Zhao Xuan's eyes were fixed on Tang Hao, Tang Hao also looked at Zhao Xuan, he sighed in his heart: "If this kid goes down together, the experience of the junior will be greatly reduced."

This Slaughter City is like a dungeon, which is naturally extremely difficult for the newcomer, but if there is a large size that is close to the full level with the newcomer, the difficulty will be reduced by more than half in an instant.

Zhao Xuan stared at Tang Hao for a long time, and naturally knew Tang Hao's thoughts in his heart. If he wanted to let his junior go down to practice, he probably knew the situation in the Killing City very well.

He curled his lips and glared at Tang Hao, "Don't worry, I won't bother Xiao San's experience."

"I hope so……"

Tang Hao also curled his lips.

Chapter 299 Killing City

Zhao Xuan and Tang Hao were silent with big eyes to small eyes, and Tang San sat aside, their faces full of helplessness.

The waiters stood behind the counter with smiles that were uglier than crying, praying in their hearts that these uncles should get out.

Tang Hao picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth. After smacking his lips, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Xuan. He still asked, "What is your kid doing here?"

Zhao Xuan curled his lips: "Why tell you."

Tang Hao glanced at Zhao Xuan, then said to the waiter in the bar, "Bring him a special drink."

The waiter was startled, and then hurriedly replied: "Okay, okay."

Not long after, the waiter tremblingly sent a glass to Zhao Xuan's table, and the dark, sticky red object in the transparent glass was slightly rippling.

"What is this?" Zhao Xuan frowned, and asked in a strange way.

"You'll know if you try it." Tang Hao continued to drink, but he encouraged him with interest.

Zhao Xuan glanced at him suspiciously, then took the cup and sniffed between his nose, then frowned.

Maybe it was too weak or tasteless, Zhao Xuan couldn't smell any smell under the bloody smell of the room.

Standing behind Zhao Xuan, Tang San wanted to say something and stopped when he saw it, but Tang Hao gave him an indifferent look. He stopped the movement in his hand again, and his throat moved slightly. Tang San could only pray that Zhao Xuan would know the matter. Give him a joy after the truth.

Zhao Xuan hesitated for a moment, always feeling that there was something weird in it, but looking at Tang Hao's playful eyes, Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes, then put the cup to his lips, and licked with his tongue.

The entrance is slightly astringent, slightly fishy, ​​and feels a bit familiar.

Zhao Xuan was surprised. Suddenly he felt Tang Hao leaving next to him. His distant voice came slowly: "No matter what your kid's purpose is, after drinking this thing, you may have a deep and practical understanding of the killing. ."

Zhao Xuan's heart suddenly shook, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the corpse in the tavern, or the thick blood flowing from under the corpse.

He turned his head and looked at the trembling waiters behind the counter, and asked coldly, "What is this?"

"Blood... Bloody Mary." The waiter replied tremblingly.

"That is... human blood."

Tang San's helpless voice came from behind.

"Kang Dang!"

The cup full of Bloody Mary fell to the ground, and the thick, stinky blood dripped all over the ground, perfectly overlapping with the blood on the ground.