Starting from Douluo to Capture Goddesses

"Xu Ran, you've come, so I will give you this face. I won't kill her. But do you remember the promise you made before? You promised that as long as I came, I could find out news about her."

Tang San suppressed the fire in his heart. Although he was extremely irritated, he understood that it wasn't realistic to want to kill Xu Ran's woman right under his nose.

Besides, the most important thing for him right now was to find out about his mother.

Ah Yin, the Bluesilver Emperor of a hundred thousand years.

Although he didn't know what Xu Ran had actually done, he knew Xu Ran must have done something.

"Of course, I don't go back on my word," Xu Ran said with a shrug.

"Xu Ran, you…" Tang Yuehua bit her red lips lightly, looking at Tang San hatefully, hoping Xu Ran would deal with Tang San quickly after killing him.

"Be good. You go rest for a while, I'll come explain everything to you later," Xu Ran said indulgently, ruffling Tang Yuehua's hair. He only stopped when the neatly dressed hair became somewhat disheveled from his tousling.

"Alright. But be careful with Tang San. He's so despicable, I'm afraid you'll be at a disadvantage."

Tang Yuehua said with some concern.

Now that she only had Xu Ran as a relative by her side, she knew Xu Ran was strong, but she was also afraid that he would leave her like everyone else. If that happened, what would be the point of living alone?

"Hmm, I know," Xu Ran responded.

Watching Tang Yuehua's frail appearance, a wave of pity arose in Xu Ran's heart.

He knew that he owed her an apology and in the next life, he would have to love her twice as much to make up for this debt.

After Tang Yuehua obediently left, Xu Ran turned his serious gaze on Tang San.

Noticing that Tang San's aura had become much stronger than it had been on Sea God's Island, Xu Ran raised an eyebrow. Tang San's growth rate was really not slow. Was this turning grief and anger into strength?

"Xu Ran, you really are despicable. If aunt knew about your deeds, I wonder what she would think. To find out her bedfellow isn't the good person she imagined, but instead a devil. Laughable, isn't it?" Tang San sneered at Xu Ran, feeling extremely displeased in his heart.

"So what? In a few days, I'm going to take her as my bride. My hatred for the Tang family and my love for Yuehua are not contradictory. Every time I think of the resentful look in your father's eyes when he died, I actually start to like Yuehua even more. Isn't that interesting?" Xu Ran said tauntingly.

"Xu Ran, you! No wonder you wanted me to attend your wedding. Is this what you had in mind?" Tang San was so angry he felt like vomiting blood. His aunt, the only living descendant of the Hao Tian Clan besides himself, was going to marry his archenemy, Xu Ran? Just thinking about this made him furious.

If his father knew about it, he probably wouldn't find peace even after death.

"Xu Ran. I have always been confused about what I did to offend you so much, why do you keep doing this to me?" Tang San glared hatefully at Xu Ran. He knew that everything Xu Ran was doing now was to torment him.

From the very beginning when Xu Ran first saw him, Xu Ran had always humiliated him, acting as if he knew him, intentionally getting intimate with Xiaowu to embarrass him.

He felt that this was no accident.

In this world, many people have offended Xu Ran. Dai Mubai simply died, and although his death was tragic, it wasn't as wretched as what he had suffered. Why did Xu Ran take such pleasure in torturing him? What was the reason?

"I can't tell you the reason. Just think that I can see through your future, and I really dislike the future you," Xu Ran said with a slight smile.

"The future me?"

Tang San looked at Xu Ran oddly.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. I want to know her news, take me to see her," Tang San demanded, not believing for a moment that Xu Ran could foresee the future, waving his hand dismissively.

"Sure, I'll take you. Although she's been staying in Tiandou City, I haven't done anything untoward to her," Xu Ran explained. He planned to give Tang San a little hope first, and then crush Tang San's pitiful self-esteem underfoot.

"Really?"

Tang San looked at Xu Ran with some doubt.

He knew Xu Ran's character well enough. Some things might be debatable, but his lecherous nature was definitely true!

For a hundred-thousand-year-old Bluesilver Emperor to transform into a human, which had made his father suffer so intensely with love, how exceptionally beautiful must his mother be? And Xu Ran didn't feel anything for such a person?

Did Xu Ran really not do anything to her?

Although he was also looking forward to it, hoping it was true, he couldn't help feeling that it seemed rather unrealistic.

"Why would I lie to you? Although I've always wanted to pursue her, she never agreed. Even if I'm despicable, I would never use force to take advantage of a woman," said Xu Ran.

"Hmm?" Tang San pondered over how much credibility there was in Xu Ran's words.

Although Xu Ran was despicable, and he managed to get all the women around him to fall head over heels for him, he had indeed never done anything forceful.

It's just that Xu Ran's tactics in wooing women were too cunning.

And his mother must be a very pure person, with a strong character, not to be blinded by Xu Ran's schemes.

Xu Ran led Tang San to a manor, where Lan'er, dressed extremely beautifully, was waiting for Xu Ran and Tang San.

"This is the place. You go in; I won't disturb you," Xu Ran said with a curl of his lip. He wanted Tang San to see with his own eyes him taking Lan'er away. Would Tang San's state of mind explode then?

"Is my mother really inside?"

At this moment, Tang San, looking at the wooden door in front of him, was actually a little nervous.

The importance of that woman to him was even higher than that of his father.

This was the person who had given him life.

He gently pushed open the door, looking at the blue silhouette in the room, his eyes misting with tears.

That sensation of bloodline connection was something that couldn't deceive, that feeling was really...

Tang San looked up at Lan'er with reverence, too excited for words.

"Your son has been unfilial, making you suffer all these years."

Tang San knelt on the ground with a thud, incessantly kowtowing.

At this moment, he felt as if his life had regained its meaning. Previously, having been humiliated by Xu Ran, he felt like a walking corpse, especially after all his loved ones had been persecuted by Xu Ran; he had lost his sense of purpose like a headless fly.

But now, seeing this familiar figure in front of him, his heart stirred once more.

This time, he wanted to protect, to guard this hard-won kinship.

"Xiaosan? Is that you? My Xiaosan?"

The lady in blue called out Tang San's name, a flicker of disgust passing through her eyes. If it weren't for Xu Ran making her act, she wouldn't have wanted to see Tang San at all. Tang San only brought her shame, reminded her of her past, made her feel as though she had wronged Xu Ran.

She belonged to Xu Ran now, and everything in the past made her feel ashamed.

If possible, she would like to kill Tang San with her own hands.