Douluo Continent: Blue and Silver Twins, adopted by Bibi Dong

Chapter 120: Taken back to Wuhun City for safekeeping! Tang Hao: It hurts, it hurts so much! (Please continue reading!)

The cardinal was startled when he saw Lan Yue and Dugu Bo.

I instantly snapped out of my "spectator" mode.

These two people are not Lan Yue, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

And what about Dugu Bo, the titled elder who recently joined the Spirit Hall, the Poison Douluo?!

As for Dugu Xin and A Yin, they were subconsciously ignored by the Cardinal.

In his mind, these two were probably His Highness's attendants or the elders' family members, and were not important.

The important thing is these two large Buddha statues in front of us!

"Your subordinate greets Your Highness, the Holy Son!"

Greetings, Elder Dugu!

Without any hesitation, the cardinal immediately knelt on one knee and performed a standard salute from the Spirit Hall.

The dozen or so elite Soul Kings behind him also reacted, kneeling down in unison, their armor clanging crisply: "Greetings, Your Highness the Holy Son!"

Greetings, Elder Dugu!

Lan Yue nodded slightly, her expression calm.

After the cardinal stood up, his gaze once again drifted uncontrollably to the two lumps of "mud" on the ground.

He swallowed hard, pointed at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao who were still convulsing and groaning on the ground, his voice trembling with disbelief, "Your Highness—this—this is too unbelievable."

"If I'm not mistaken, these two—could they really be the arrogant 'Twin Stars of Haotian Sect,' Tang Xiao and Tang Hao?"

No wonder he was dumbfounded.

The twin stars of the Haotian Sect!

That was a legend among the younger generation of Soul Masters, an existence that countless people looked up to.

Legend has it that they are incredibly strong, capable of breaking all spells with a single blow, and that they are arrogant and domineering wherever they go.

But now?

They lay on the mud like two dead dogs, their once-proud arms swollen and black, even oozing black pus and blood.

Especially Tang Hao, whose face was covered in snot and tears, crying more miserably than a three-year-old child. Where was the slightest bit of the "Haotian" prestige?

This stark contrast made the cardinal feel as if his worldview was about to collapse.

He cautiously looked at Lan Yue and Dugu Bo, then respectfully bowed and asked, "Your Highness, what should be done with these two?"

"Should we kill them on the spot, or—"

Lan Yue glanced at Tang Hao, who had completely collapsed on the ground, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes, as if she were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

Lan Yue waved her hand casually, her tone nonchalant, as if she were merely dealing with two ants blocking her way: "Kill them?"

That's too easy on them.

"These two bastards are ignorant of their own limitations, daring to offend this Holy Son and speak rudely."

"I merely had Elder Dugu give them a minor punishment, crippling their hands that only cause trouble."

Upon hearing the words "a minor punishment," the cardinal's lips twitched involuntarily.

Crippled the hands of the heir of the Haotian Sect, and you call that a minor punishment?

However, he dared not say another word and quickly lowered his head even further.

With her hands behind her back, Lan Yue looked towards the direction of Wuhun City, her eyes gleaming with calculation. She slowly ordered, "Tie them both up, take them back to Wuhun City, and lock them up in the dungeon for now."

"Although these two guys are crippled, they still have special identities."

"If Tang Tian, ​​the sect leader of Haotian Sect, knew that his two precious sons had ended up like this, he would definitely not sit idly by."

"These are two excellent bargaining chips."

At this point, Lan Yue paused, looked at the cardinal, and her tone became more serious: "After you escort these two back to Wuhun City, immediately report to the Papal Palace."

"We ask His Holiness the Pope how to use these two useless individuals to extract the greatest benefit from the Haotian Sect."

"If His Holiness the Pope is temporarily absent—"

A cold glint flashed in Lan Yue's eyes: "Then lock them up directly, keep them under strict guard, don't let them die, and don't let them escape."

The cardinal nodded hastily in agreement, then hesitated for a moment, glancing at Tang Hao and his companion's still-rotting arms, before cautiously asking, "Your Highness, what about their injuries—"

The Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's poison is incredibly potent; if left unchecked, they'll likely succumb to its effects before even reaching Martial Soul City.

"Should we call upon a healing-type Soul Master to perform a full-scale detoxification and treatment for them?"

"Full-scale treatment?"

Blue Moon scoffed as if she'd heard a joke, "Do they even deserve it?"

He coldly swept his gaze across Tang Hao's despairing face, his voice ruthless: "Just don't let them die."

"Once we get back, just find any healing soul master to examine them and keep them on their feet."

"As for these hands—"

Lan Yue's lips curled into a cruel smile: "So what if they're crippled? Anyway, the Haotian Sect is a large and powerful family, so supporting two cripples shouldn't be a problem."

"If we cure him, wouldn't we be letting Elder Dugu down?"

"yes!

"Understood!"

The cardinal felt a chill run down his spine, instantly understanding Blue Moon's meaning.

This is to make Tang Hao and Tang Xiao suffer while they're alive, completely cutting off any possibility of their recovery!

What a ruthless means!

But he dared not have the slightest objection. He immediately turned around, waved to the Soul King squad behind him, and shouted, "Someone come here!"

Seize these two scoundrels who have offended His Highness the Holy Son!

"Hurry up, don't dirty His Highness's eyes!"

"yes!"

A dozen or so fierce and powerful elites from the Spirit Hall swarmed forward instantly.

They didn't care about Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's injuries at all. They roughly dragged the two of them off the ground, took out specially made Soul-Binding Shackles, and locked their ankles and necks with a click.

"Ugh————"

The rough dragging aggravated Tang Xiao's arm injury, causing him to groan in pain and nearly faint.

Tang Hao, on the other hand, seemed to have lost his soul, letting those Soul Kings push and drag him around.

Just as he was being dragged away, he still turned his head back tightly, giving Ah Yin one last look with his empty, desperate eyes.

However, all that was left for him was Ah Yin's cold and resolute back view, and her back view nestled beside Lan Yue.

That was the last time he ever saw the woman who had once loved him so deeply.

From that day forward, heaven and hell would have no further connection.

pain!

It hurts so much!

Tang Hao felt a pain that pierced his heart.

Ah Yin, you...

Why are you avoiding me?

Tang Hao was numb.

Look at the look in my brother's eyes.

Suddenly everything went black, and he fainted.

late at night.

Blue Silver Forest Center.

A huge house, entirely woven from blue silver grass, rose from the ground.

It is not a simple accumulation, but full of artistic beauty.

Each blade of grass is interwoven with a unique texture, both strong and soft, and can even sway gently in the breeze, as if it were a living thing.

This is the "palace" that Ah Yin prepared for Lan Yue.

As the Blue Silver Emperor, controlling the Blue Silver Grass is as easy as breathing for her.