Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

Hearing this, Zhu Zizhuo was slightly taken aback and narrowed his eyes.

He could sense the general cultivation of Hegel and Gaustu, and they were not their opponents, and the person who spoke was about twenty years old from the sound of his voice.

In such a comparison, the strength gap between the two sides is obvious.

Therefore, Prince Dai Heng snorted coldly when he received Zhu Zizhuo's gaze, and said in displeasure, "What? You still dare to hold our Xingluo nobles hostage? How bold..."

Before the voice could finish, Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly ran out of the room.

Glancing at Lin Langtian who just got up, his expression changed drastically, and he turned to Zhu Zizhuo and said, "Uncle, don't worry about me, just follow him back to Zhu's house, shall we?"

Hearing the sound at the door, Zhu Zhuqing was so frightened that he hurried out to make amends.

You know, that scary guy stomped the head of Soul Saint Dai in front of her!

Although he doesn't know the other party's purpose, if such a rampant and terrifying guy is offended by Zhu Ziqing and others, he will definitely not swallow his anger, and a big conflict will inevitably break out.

This is what Zhu Zhuqing does not want to see no matter what.

Through Zhu Zhuqing's flustered expression, Zhu Zizhuo also keenly discovered the problem. He clasped his fists at Lin Langtian and said with a smile, "Then we will wait for you at home."

"Presumptuous, what about the whereabouts of my brother?!"

However, Prince Dai Heng was relentless, staring at Lin Langtian coldly, and said angrily: "Brother Clan has been following Zhu Zhuqing in secret, why is his whereabouts unknown? What happened?!"

The room smelled of gunpowder.

A soul sage is an indispensable force in any organization.

What's more, the Xingluo royal family uses blood as a button.

It is absolutely impossible for Prince Dai Heng to sit idly by and let his clan brother die inexplicably, and the person he suspects most in his heart is Lin Langtian and others who held Zhu Zhuqing hostage.

"This... I've never seen... someone appear."

Clenching her fist tightly, Zhu Zhuqing replied softly.

Zhu Zizhuo faintly noticed something, but out of the vigilance of the Nether Civet Martial Soul, he didn't make a sound, and waited quietly.

"Fart! How could my brother..."

As soon as Prince Dai Heng spoke, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling, as if he was being targeted by a terrifying beast, which made his Qi and blood stagnate a lot.

This sense of crisis came too quickly and too domineering.

So much so that he didn't realize the source of the crisis.

"In that case, we won't bother you..." Seeing the change in Prince Dai Heng's expression, Zhu Zizhuo was startled, knowing that there was a top expert in the room, so he hurriedly left.

When he exited the door, he asked with a wry smile, "I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Lin Langtian."

boom!

Everyone at the scene looked at Lin Langtian in unison, their heads humming continuously.

Chapter 43 The Change of the Little White Tiger

The name Lin Langtian is not common in the mainland.

But any soul master will be familiar with this name, because it is bound to Wuhun Temple, because the owner of the name is the new Holy Son of Wuhun Temple!

In Wuhundian, not every era will have a holy son or a holy woman.

Only those who are personally ordered by the Pope and recognized by the Hall of the Elders, who are almost predestined to be the next Pope, can be worthy of the title of Holy Son or Holy Maiden.

And Lin Langtian is undoubtedly the holy son who surpassed all previous generations!

What he represents is not only himself, but even the will of Wuhundian!

Otherwise, how could it be difficult for the Zhu family, who are also dukes, to evade the engagement of the Lin family?

After being absent-minded for a moment, Zhu Zizhuo's face darkened. Judging from Lin Langtian's behavior, the visit must not be a visit, and it is more likely that he will be a bad guest.

After all, the fiancée was caught running away from marriage!

No matter what the reason was, Lin Langtian would not accept Zhu Zhuqing.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zizhuo's eyes were gloomy, but his emotions were restrained very carefully, and he thought to himself: "If the engagement is really divorced, my Zhu family's face may be..."

Compared to his uncle's whirling thoughts, Zhu Zhuqing was purely shocked and incomprehensible.

The holy son of Wuhundian brutally murdered the Xingluo royal family!

The holy son of the Wuhun Temple shielded the evil soul master!

Following that, a trembling feeling of panic rose up her spine, causing Zhu Zhuqing's brain to fall into a daze, staring at Lin Langtian in disbelief, as if he had been fixed in his body.

Hegel and Gauss are also full of faces that cannot accept reality.

At the moment just now, they were so frightened that they wanted to turn around and leave.

Of all the people present, only Prince Dai Heng was the least affected. He took a deep breath, his face was gloomy as if dripping water, and he said word by word:

"Holy Son, my brother, died in your hands, right?"

The dignified soul sage disappeared for no reason, and the only explanation is death.