Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious - Chapter 959

Deep in Yu Xiaogang’s bloodshot eyes.

What was reflected was not the cold, hard stone road in front of him.

Nor was it the faces of the hateful clansmen around him who were mocking him wantonly.

The past comes flooding back.

In his eyes, he only sees himself as a child.

At that time, his small body was also standing on this extremely familiar street.

Bearing the cold eyes and contempt of the entire family!

At that time.

When he was young, his heart was full of magnificent longing for the future.

I fantasize that I can achieve success through hard work.

Create your own world in the world of soul masters.

Bringing new glory to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

Change how others view you.

But reality is like a ruthless blunt knife.

Cruelly crushing his dreams again and again.

Every hope failed, every cynicism! It was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

It left indelible scars in his heart.

Time flies by, and decades pass by like a fleeting moment.

He, Yu Xiaogang, actually returned to that dark time node again.

The wheel of fate ruthlessly dragged him back to the starting point.

Pain and humiliation were like inseparable ghosts, tightly entangled with him, so that no matter how hard he struggled, he could never break free of the shackles that followed him.

As he dragged his exhausted body.

Sitting in a wheelchair, I returned to this clan land where I once had high hopes, but now there is only despair.

Sadly, nothing has changed!

The discrimination, ridicule and indifference of the tribe remain the same.

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He never left the dark abyss where everyone despised him.

Yu Xiaogang’s face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears were rolling in them, but he stubbornly refused to fall.

Hold the wheels of the wheelchair tightly with both hands.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and he slowly approached the residence in the far corner of the clan’s land.

His residence was not dilapidated or crumbling.

Someone will come to clean every month.

This may be the last bit of mercy the family gives to the son of the patriarch.

Barely maintaining his remaining dignity.

The house stood alone in this remote corner, forgotten by the whole world.

High walls stand around it.

No one’s eyes will be cast here, it is like an invisible cage.

Trapping him, a disgraced good-for-nothing, in it.

“Crack!”

Yu Xiaogang struggled to push open the slightly old courtyard door, and the wheelchair rolled slowly.

Finally entered this sunny yard.

The private environment and the warm sunshine shining on him made his cold and desperate heart feel a little better.

Just when Yu Xiaogang was about to get up and close the door.

Something unexpected happened!

Behind the door, blood-colored blue silver grass grew without any warning.

Like agile bloody pythons.

In an instant, he pushed the ajar door back hard.

“Bang——!”

There was a loud noise, which was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard.

Yu Xiaogang’s eyes instantly glazed over.

The whole person seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

His body was shaking slightly uncontrollably, and the plant in front of him

He couldn’t be more familiar!

It was Blue Silver Grass, but it was completely different from the Blue Silver Grass in his memory. The strange blood color exuded a strange and dangerous aura.

“X-Xiaosan?!”

Yu Xiaogang’s lips trembled slightly, with a hint of surprise and expectation in his voice, and he subconsciously called out the name.

“Teacher, I didn’t expect you to still remember me.”

A joking voice came from under the eaves. There was no trace of respect in the voice, and it seemed a little hoarse and low.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately looked up.

His bloodshot and turbid eyes suddenly shrank, filled with shock.

I saw a young man wearing a bloody bamboo hat leaning on a pillar under the eaves. The young man had a joking look on his face, a look of madness and unruliness in his eyes, and a contempt that Yu Xiaogang had never seen before! And this person turned out to be the disciple he was proud of back then and even now – Tang San!

At this time, Tang San’s changes were earth-shaking.

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The original black hair has completely turned into blood color, and has grown a lot, draping over the shoulders like a blood-colored waterfall.

His face became more and more handsome, but with a sickly paleness, as if it had been shrouded in darkness all year round. If it weren’t for the conspicuous aura of the blood-colored blue silver grass martial spirit, even Yu Xiaogang would not dare to easily recognize that the young man in front of him was his former proud disciple.

Those eyes were filled with blood at the moment.

Two balls of bloody flames were burning, and the body and surroundings were filled with a rich smell of blood, which made people shudder.

“Mistress, you, you now”

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San tremblingly, his lips moving, wanting to ask something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something. Thousands of words were stuck in his heart, and he didn’t know where to start.

He can feel it.

The deep master-disciple relationship that once existed seemed to have disappeared without a trace, like a kite with its string broken.

“Teacher, I’m fine now!”

The corners of Tang San’s mouth rose slightly, with a sickly smile on his face.

Caught in some crazy pleasure.

“I have never felt so good. Powerful strength keeps coming!”

Tang San opened his arms, as if embracing the power.

The powerful aura emanating from his body made Yu Xiaogang feel terrified.

It actually made him feel like facing Yu Luo Mian.

Yu Xiaogang was shocked.

I can’t believe that in less than two years, Tang San was able to break through from Soul Emperor to Soul Douluo? !

This was simply a fantasy, but the facts before him made him believe it.

“Xiaosan, what level of cultivation are you at now?”

Yu Xiaogang suppressed the shock and uneasiness in his heart and asked in disbelief.

“Oh, Lord Shenzi, you have just broken through Contra not long ago. Master, long time no see.”

A hoarse and extremely weak voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the door of Yu Xiaogang’s house was slowly opened.

The same wheelchair slowly drove out.

The person sitting in the wheelchair turned out to be an old acquaintance of Yu Xiaogang.

“Are you Soul Wind?”

Yu Xiaogang said with some uncertainty, the change in the person in front of him was really huge.

The soul wind in front of him actually looked somewhat similar to him.

His originally black hair had turned a little gray and was tangled messily, and his body was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The pair of glasses were worn a little crookedly on his face, making him look funny and depressed.

It looked like he had some kind of incurable disease.

The face was always twitching unconsciously, and saliva overflowed from the mouth from time to time, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Yu Xiaogang turned his attention to the guy pushing the wheelchair behind him again, and couldn’t help blurting out.

“Prince Xue Beng.?”