Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

He originally did not want to make a move against Tang Hao.

But at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Cinderella's expression changed drastically.

"Little San!"

She took a sudden step forward and reached out to grab Tang San's arm.

After all, he knew that Tang Hao was prepared, and Tang San was fighting a losing battle.

But as soon as she took a step, an invisible pressure suddenly erupted from Tang Hao, forcing her back two steps.

Tang Hao made a move.

His movements were incredibly fast, so fast that Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes could only catch a blurry afterimage.

Titled Douluo, all nine rings appear.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

The moment the nine spirit rings rose beneath his feet, the air in the entire alley froze.

The oppressive force, as heavy as a mountain, caused the stone walls on both sides to creak and groan, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across their surfaces.

Just as Tang San was about to unleash his Blue Silver Grass, a rough, large hand reached out from behind him.

too fast.

It was so fast that Tang San had no time to react.

The hand pressed precisely on the back of his neck, and an overwhelming force surged into his body instantly, like an invisible giant hammer slamming into his consciousness.

Tang San's vision went black.

The blue silver grass suddenly lost control and drooped softly to the ground.

The light from all six spirit rings went out simultaneously, and his body, as if all its strength had been drained, collapsed straight to the ground.

Tang Hao reached out and caught him.

A complex emotion flashed in those cloudy eyes.

There was heartache, helplessness, guilt, and even a hint of anger that he himself was unwilling to admit.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Tang San's consciousness slowly rose from the chaos.

He opened his eyes and was greeted by a dimly lit ceiling.

Wooden beams, gray-black paint, and an oil lamp emitting a dim yellow glow, gently swaying overhead.

A foul, nauseating odor filled the air.

The smells of alcohol, sweat, blood, and some indescribable stench of decay intertwined, like an invisible net enveloping the entire space.

Tang San suddenly sat up.

His movements were too vigorous, aggravating the soreness in the back of his neck, causing him to groan softly.

"woke up?"

Tang Hao's voice came from the other end, as calmly as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

Tang San raised his head, his gaze like a knife shooting towards the source of the voice.

Tang Hao sat at a black wooden table, holding a cup in his hand, his cloudy eyes calmly looking at him.

Tang San did not respond.

His gaze swept rapidly around the room.

This is a tavern.

No, this is no ordinary tavern.

The entire tavern was decorated in black.

The walls were black, the tables and chairs were black, the bar was black, and even the windows were completely covered by heavy black curtains, so no sunlight could get in.

The air was so thick and suffocating that it carried a chilling, dark feeling.

The tavern was about 30% full. They were dressed in various ways, including armored warriors, mysterious figures in cloaks, and ragged vagrants.

But they all had one thing in common: their eyes lacked the gentleness and kindness that ordinary people should have; instead, they held a cold, beast-like malice.

They were sizing up Tang San.

That gaze was like someone sizing up a piece of merchandise, or assessing prey.

Tang San ignored them.

His gaze swept across the entire tavern, then swept it again.

No.

That familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

Cinderella is not here.

Tang San clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed on Tang Hao, his deep eyes burning with suppressed rage.

"Where's my sister?"

Tang Hao did not answer.

He simply picked up the cup in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Tang San noticed that the cup contained a bright red liquid.

That color is too red.

It was as red as blood.

Tang San's heart sank.

"I'm asking you, where's your sister?"

His voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Tang Hao put down his cup, looked up, and stared at him.

There remained no ripple in those cloudy eyes.

"she left."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Gone? Where did they go?"

Tang Hao did not answer.

He simply stood up and walked up to Tang San.

An invisible pressure surged from his body, like an invisible mountain, pressing down hard on Tang San's shoulders.

The oppressive aura of a titled Douluo.

Tang San's body stiffened abruptly, his knees bent slightly, and he almost knelt down. But he gritted his teeth and held on.

His eyes were fixed on Tang Hao, bloodshot.

"You're lying to me."

Tang Hao shook his head.

“I’m not lying to you. She did leave, but she will come back.”

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"The premise is that you can get out of the Killing City alive."

Tang San's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

Tang Hao turned around, walked back to the table, and picked up another cup from the table.

The cup was also filled with a bright red liquid.

He carried the cup, walked back to Tang San, and handed it to him.

A strong, fishy smell wafted over.

The smell was so strong that it made Tang San's stomach churn.

It smelled pungent, like fresh blood.

Tang San's brows furrowed tightly.

"Drink it."

Tang Hao's voice was unquestionable.

Tang San did not move.

He just stared at the glass of bright red liquid, his eyes filled with disgust.

"what is this?"

“Bloody Mary,” Tang Hao’s voice remained calm. “A specialty drink of the Killing City.”

Tang San's brows furrowed even more.

He didn't answer.

Tang Hao looked at him, a hint of coldness flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Drink it."

Tang San remained motionless.

A hint of impatience flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

He picked up his cup and drank it all in one gulp. The bright red liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach. He put down the cup, raised his head, and looked at Tang San.