It was night, after the daytime game, An Ping felt a little uneasy in his heart, he felt that he had slacked off during this time, although he won Tang San, but he felt that his strength still couldn't control the overall situation, Tang San's talent was even better than he imagined, there was no immortal grass and no external soul bones, he still broke through the soul sect at the age of fourteen.

Anping sat in the courtyard, looking at the room of the third daughter, and suddenly felt that he was no longer the same person he used to be, and now Anping was carrying a lot, which was something called responsibility.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhuqing came out of the room and asked.

Then he sat down next to An Ping and wrapped his jade arms around An Ping's neck from behind.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking that I've been a little slack off during this time, and I shouldn't have put you in danger today." An Ping patted Zhu Zhuqing's hand on An Ping's chest.

"The road ahead is difficult, how can it be smooth sailing."

"yes, so I have to work harder, I don't want my future children to be less mothers." An Ping chuckled.

"Hmph, not a lot more." Zhu Zhuqing, who heard the words, immediately grasped the careful thoughts in An Ping's words.

"Okay, you go to sleep first, I'm going to work hard from today."

Hearing this, Zhuqing nodded, she was originally unconvinced, and she was naturally happy to hear that Anping was going to work hard.

……

Late at night, Anping was sitting in his room meditating.

"Come out, don't alarm them."

A deep voice sounded next to An Ping's ears.

"Forcing the sound into a line, the master above the soul saint."

An Ping felt a wisp of breath lock on him.

An Ping walked out with some hesitation, thinking about who he had offended.

"Tang Hao?" An Ping thought in his heart that after being offline for so long, it was no wonder that he would come over when he saw his son being beaten as soon as he went online.

An Ping walked outside the small courtyard, and a black figure slowly walked out from behind a big tree, this person was shrouded in black clothes, and looking at the figure, An Ping already knew that it was Tang Hao.

An Ping didn't speak, looking vigilant.

Tang Hao slowly took off his cape.

"Uncle Hao?" An Ping was pretended to be shocked.

"It's rare that the Sword Douluo disciples of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect can still recognize me now." Tang Hao also sighed, he never imagined that Anping could come to this point.

"Actually, I didn't expect that my childhood playmate was Haotian Douluo's son, and a blacksmith in the Holy Soul Village was Haotian Douluo, you came here for Tang San today?" Anping gets straight to the point.

"After beating the small ones, the old ones will naturally come to see them." Tang Hao said slowly.

An Ping, who heard this, also nodded, "Of course, but I want to say a few words to you before you beat me." ”

"Are you waiting for the dust heart? He's not coming tonight. Tang Hao said confidently.

An Ping shook his head, "I'm not trying to stall for time, but I really want to give you a few suggestions." ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Tang Hao became curious.

"If you can, I hope you can teach the junior yourself, instead of throwing him to the master." Speaking of Anping, he began to talk to Tang Hao from the age of six.

"Actually, if it weren't for the master, Tang San and I should be very good friends, go to school together, compete together, the current Tang San is no longer the Tang San of childhood."

"Just like today's game, if it weren't for him choosing to attack my rear, I wouldn't even open the field, because it's not very important for me to win or lose, I just hope that the people around me can be safe, and if you really let Xiao San's hammer succeed, do you think Haotian Sect can run?"

"Haotian Hammer has seriously injured or killed the heir of the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, as well as the granddaughter of Poison Douluo, Xiao San can only be a rat in the gutter like you from now on, if Poison Douluo's granddaughter dies, Dugu Bo will not be able to beat you, and the title of Haotian Sect, but I believe that he will explore your sect, and those under the title will not be able to bear a wide range of poisonous injuries, this is a matter of cutting off children and grandchildren."

Hearing An Ping's words, Tang Hao was silent, he was over 100 years old, and he was no longer the young man who was hammering the Pope with a hammer, and he couldn't help but think about it when he heard An Ping's words.

"I know that the main purpose of your coming here is not my little shrimp, I can tell you the answer directly, the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect will not target him."

Anping knew that it was impossible for Tang Hao to kill him, at most he came to warn him, telling the Seven Treasure Liulizong not to act crookedly towards Tang San, thinking that he Tang Hao was not dead, and by the way, he would beat An Ping.

"If you're not in a hurry, we can continue to talk." Looking at Tang Hao's contemplative appearance, An Ping breathed a sigh of relief, today's meal is probably over.

In Anping's opinion, a person who can hammer the Pope for his wife is not much worse in character, although there is nothing wrong with what the Wuhun Hall does, and the soul beast does not write your name.

"The Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect is really lucky, you are very similar to Ning Fengzhi, and you also have the potential of the dust heart." Tang Hao praised An Ping without being salty.

"Do you have a goal now?" An Ping asked.

"Target?" After speaking, Tang Hao also pondered.

"For example, I hope that Haotian Sect will be unsealed and return to the sect by himself, or cultivate a junior and become a strong man, and then seek revenge from the Martial Spirit Palace?" Anping said tentatively.

Anping still wants to confirm Tang Hao's position to ensure that the future plan can be implemented smoothly.

"Xiao San will return to Haotian Sect sooner or later, and I owe too much to the sect, as for revenge, people have been dead for so many years, who to take revenge? I only hope that Xiao San can smoothly become a strong man and return to the sect on my behalf, as for me, ......"

Speaking of this, Tang Hao stopped.

An Ping could guess that Tang Hao would live with his wife in the future.

"Then you should cultivate him personally, if you don't stay by your side, he doesn't have any sense of belonging to Haotian Sect, and naturally he can't talk about repaying the sect."

An Ping's current idea is to let Tang Hao tie Tang San to his waist, don't let Tang San have time to influence the little angel's plan, the little angel palace is completed, the Martial Spirit Hall can be said to have half of the country and seventy percent of the soul masters, the general trend has been achieved, and he doesn't want to spend a lot of effort to fight Tang San.

After the baptism of modern thought, Anping just wants to find a few wives to lie down and rot, it is best to create a situation where you are good, I am good, everyone is good, fight and kill all day long, you take revenge and I take revenge, kill and kill, in Anping's opinion, it is completely inferior to the hot kang head of the wife and children.

Hearing An Ping's words, Tang Hao nodded, and then said, "Remember what you said." ”

Of course, Anping knew what Tang Hao was talking about.

"Don't worry, Uncle Hao."

Anping came back to his senses, and the man had disappeared.

"There is a long way to go, Haotian Sect hopes that you can be conscious." Looking at the direction in which Tang Hao disappeared, An Ping muttered.

Anping knew that Tang Hao had no desire for revenge, but the others in Haotian Sect were different, and they were sealed by the Wuhun Palace.