With the lesson of being stopped outside last time, the pretty girl was obviously much smarter. She found Manager Yuexuan with the token and explained the whole story.

As Tang Yuehua's confidant, Director Yuexuan had some understanding of Tang Yuehua's identity. He immediately took the token and walked to the stairs leading to the fifth floor, pulled the rope with a bell, and notified Tang Yuehua.

A moment later, a noisy sound at the stairs sounded. With the opening of the Soul Emperor-level supervisors and several young soul sects, Tang Yuehua slowly walked down the stairs with elegant steps.

Compared with more than half a year ago, Tang Yuehua's spirit suddenly became much younger after being nourished by love.

If she used to be twenty-seven or eight years old, but because of the vicissitudes of her eyes, people can't see her specific age.

Now, the vicissitudes of life have disappeared with the nourishment of the clan, and my mentality has suddenly become more than ten or twenty years younger. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is really twenty-seven or eight years old.

Seeing Tang Yuehua's appearance, Tang San couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "What a beautiful woman, she is at most ten years older than me, and she shouldn't be my aunt."

Tang Yuehua held a hammer token engraved with the word Hao in his hand, making a cool voice, "Who are you from Brother Hao?"

Brother Hao?

Isn’t it just his father Tang Ritian?

Tang San immediately reacted, took a natural step forward, and looked at Tang Yuehua, which softened a lot, "My name is Tang San, and he is his son. This time I came to find my aunt Tang Yuehua on the order of my father."

"Tang San?" Tang Yuehua frowned. When Tang Xiao and Tang Ritian joined forces in Douluo Continent, they met A Yin and A Yin's third place. She knew more or less about this. Tang Ritian and A Yin's child were called Tang San.

But she is not judging people by her appearance. The young man in front of her looks too strange. He looks neither like Tang Hao nor A Yin. If she says that she is Tang Ritian's son by just a piece of Tang Ritian's identity token, then her nephew would probably be a big basket.

"What is the evidence? I heard that Brother Hao's son's martial souls are Lan Yincao and Haotian..." Tang Yuehua did not finish his words, because a black small hammer had appeared on Tang San's left hand at some point, and the black small hammer disappeared. Then, another blue and silver grass was added to his right hand.

"It's Brother Hao's son... It's Brother Hao's son... Missionary..." Tang Yuehua quickly walked to Tang San, and tears instantly blurred her eyes. He raised his hand and didn't mind Tang San's ugliness, and touched his face.

Tang San frowned, subconsciously took a step back, avoiding Tang Yuehua's hand.

Tang Yuehua frowned, "What are you hiding? I am your aunt Tang Yuehua. I am your father's sister."

"Damn!" Even Tang San's calmness could not help but swear. Tang Yuehua was really too young, and she looked at least thirty years younger than his father Tang Ritian. He could not imagine that the beautiful young woman in front of him would be his aunt Tang Yuehua.

With a puff, Tang Yuehua pursed her lips and smiled faintly, "Why don't you believe it? Don't look at me like this, I'm at least thirty years older than you. Come with me."

While talking, Tang Yuehua ignored whether Tang San agreed or not, and pulled his sleeves and walked straight upstairs.

After glanced at the director Yuexuan, the pretty girl and others, he said indifferently: "You should pretend that you didn't see what happened today, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Manager Yuexuan, the beautiful woman and others were so scared that they nodded repeatedly.

The fifth floor of Yuexuan.

It is still the luxurious hall made of agarwood, where the clan clan fought with Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong.

At that time, the clan clan fought against two, fighting from room to hall, and then fighting from hall to room, back and forth, constantly changing battlefields.

The bed, chairs, tables, agarwood floors, dressing tables, beams, and pillars. As long as they can reach the room, all kinds of difficult movements have been used by the clan sects. Almost every corner of the room has traces of their battle. Of course, these have been cleaned up long ago, and with the fragrance emitted by agarwood, there is no trace left behind.

After arranging Tang San to sit, Tang Yuehua poured him a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea, "Try it. This is a newly fried tribute tea, which not only tastes great, but also relieves fatigue."

Tang San did not pick up the tea, and the half-year life in the capital of Killing had already made him develop the habit of doubting everything. He could not confirm that the beautiful woman in front of him was his aunt Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua sat next to Tang San and took a sip of tea, and smiled faintly: "Why, still don't believe that I am your aunt?"

Tang San nodded slowly, without denying it.

Tang Yuehua didn't care about Tang San's unreasonableness. She stretched out her right hand, and a small hammer that was very different from the Haotian Hammer came into Tang San's eyes.

A layer of soft but without any soul power fluctuation was released from Tang Yuehua. The fluctuation was elegant and natural. In the soft fluctuation, Tang San suddenly felt his nervousness for half a year calm down. His murderous aura contacted the soft fluctuation and almost collapsed instantly. In a moment, the entire hall became pure and natural.

"This is..." Tang San exclaimed. Although his breath was very weak, his appearance was indeed almost the same as that of the Haotian Hammer.

Tang Yuehua smiled faintly and said, "This is my mutated martial soul of Haotian Hammer. Because of the mutated martial soul, my soul power can only be level nine for life and cannot become a soul master. However, there is also an additional field called the noble ring. I see that you have a very strong murderous aura on your body, but you cannot control it freely. You should have just come out of the City of Killing. Your father asked you to come here to ask me to help you wash away all the dew and calm down the murderous aura on your body."

Seeing Haotianhammer and hearing Tang Yuehua's words again, Tang San felt a little guilty in his heart. He stood up and clasped his fists with his hands, bowed and bowed, "Forgive Aunt, my nephew Tang San is polite here."

Tang Yuehua shook his head slightly and said lightly: "It's not your fault. If you are not so cautious, you may not be able to leave the capital of killing. I just felt that the murderous aura on your body was even more difficult to control than I thought. If you don't suppress it in time, you may lose your nature and become a complete depraved person."

Tang San nodded firmly and said, "Thank you aunt."

Looking at Tang San's appearance, especially the hideous scar on his face, Tang Yuehua felt sad again, nodded and helped him up, and asked softly: "You and your father have suffered over the years. How are your father? Is he okay?"
Chapter completed!