In Douluo, he devoured Tang San's spirit at the beginning

Chapter 1 My name is Han Yu, not Tang Han Yu!

(Brain storage.)
"Tang Hanyu! Are you sending your brother to someone else as a child husband again?!"

In the Holy Soul Village, there is a dilapidated earthen house with three words "Blacksmith Shop" written on a crumbling plaque above it.

People who had been busy in the fields all day were walking on the road. They were startled by the sudden roar and then gathered together whispering.

Just then, a thin figure in patched clothes pushed open the door of the blacksmith shop and ran out quickly, shouting behind him as he ran.

"Old Deng, I'm not doing this for your own good. You're such a lousy guy, raising two of us is such a chore, and I gave you one, and they gave me two Gintama coins in return. You really don't know what's good for you."

A sturdy man walked out of the blacksmith shop. The muscles on his bearded face kept twitching, the veins on his thick arms were bulging, and the palms holding the hammer were creaking.

“Tang Hanyu!!”

Even Haotian Douluo, who was a powerful figure in Douluo Continent, could only suppress his anger under the gaze of ordinary people from the Holy Soul Village.

"Come here, I promise not to beat you."

There was a warm smile on his face, like a kind father, but he couldn't hide his eyes that seemed to be on fire.

"Old Deng. I told you my last name is not Tang."

Han Yu ran to his life-saving straw, behind Old Jack, and poked his head out to say to Tang Hao with a playful smile.

"You, you."

Old Jack touched Han Yu's head with his dry hand and said happily.

"Why did you sell out your mistress again?"

When Han Yu heard this, he became unhappy and said dissatisfiedly.

"Grandpa Jack, how can you sell this? This is the love of a brother. Grandpa Jack, think about it, with the way my husband makes money and the speed at which he spends it, we two brothers may have to live in poverty in the future, and we won't even have money to marry a wife."

Seeing Old Jack's thoughtful expression, Han Yu continued.

"So as his elder brother, I naturally have to take care of him. I sent him to a wealthy family in Notting City to be a child husband early on. This saved him from many years of suffering and many years of detours. You make me so sad."

At the end, Han Yu sighed, raised his head and chest and looked towards the sky, as if he was afraid that the tears in his eyes would flow out.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Just as Han Yu was feeling melancholy, a subtle voice came from beside him.

He looked down and saw a boy who was even thinner than him looking at him weakly. His face was gray and he couldn't see his original appearance at all. His patched clothes had a big hole torn on his chest. His hair was messy and there were a few flies flying around in it.

"Ghost!!"

Han Yu was horrified and kicked the little boy down. Just as he was about to kick him a few more times, he was hugged by old Jack, and then he heard Tang Hao's voice.

"Xiaohanyu!"

"Tang Hanyu!"

The burning firewood in the blacksmith shop crackled, and the big pot on the stove was steaming. Tang San's thin body stood on a stool and kept stirring with a big spoon. The rice grains inside were clearly visible and could even be felt out with two hands.

“Tang Hanyu!!”

Tang Hao sat on a stool and poured the wine in his hand into his mouth. With anger on his decadent face, he looked at Han Yu who was also sitting on a stool waiting for food.

"There is only one good mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure, thrown into the arms of a mother, happiness is inevitable. There is only one good mother in the world, and a child without a mother is like a weed."

A desolate and low voice rang out in the blacksmith shop, and every word was like a huge hammer hitting Tang Hao and Tang San's hearts. Suddenly, their eyes were red, Tang Hao's lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word, and even the bottle of wine in his hand was shaking.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and spoke weakly.

"Don't sell your mistress anymore."

As for Han Yu, he had no way to deal with it. He still couldn't tell which of the two children, Han Yu and Tang San, was his biological child. Everything was due to the earth-shattering thunder when he ran away holding Tang San.

That lightning not only stopped the pursuit behind him, but also dropped Tang San in his hand to the ground. When he wanted to pick it up, he found that Tang San on the ground had turned into two children.

Newborn babies all have wrinkled faces, and except for some differences in body shape or hair, they are basically the same.

But he only had time to carry Tang San and run away, so he had no chance to observe carefully. Now there were two children on the ground, so he could only bite the bullet and carry them all away.

One was named Tang Hanyu, the eldest. The other was named Tang San, the second. In memory of his third sister who left him on that cold rainy night.

With no other choice, he had raised them until now, and it was impossible for him to recognize which one was his own child. As for the blood attraction, that was bullshit. It was not like he had not tried before.

But he felt that Tang Hanyu was more like him when he was a child, naughty and mischievous, doing all kinds of evil. And Tang San was like a machine that only obeyed orders, he would do whatever you told him to do, and sometimes he would sneak away to meditate somewhere else. How did he learn these at such a young age?

As soon as he changed his mind, Tang Hao glanced at Tang San who was cooking, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his gloomy eyes.

"Okay, stop singing."

Seeing that Han Yu wanted to continue singing, Tang Hao hurriedly stopped her, saying that it would be enough to just sing a few sentences, why was she still singing endlessly.

Han Yu sighed and looked up at Tang Hao. Her eyes were still red, and there were even a few tears in the corners of her eyes. It would be best if she could ignore the hand in his trouser pocket that was secretly pinching her thigh.

Just when he was about to say something, Tang San came over with a broken bowl, first handed one to Tang Hao and then to Han Yu.

The meal is here!
Han Yu's hungry stomach made a rumbling sound. He didn't care what he wanted to say next. He just blew air from his mouth and slowly murmured while moving closer.

Tang Hao didn't care about all that and poured the whole bowl of steaming rice soup into his mouth. It went into his stomach with a "gulp" sound. Then he got up and wanted to go back to the house to sleep.

"Lao Deng, drinking such hot food is not good for your stomach."

Hearing Han Yu's concerned voice in his ears, Tang Hao's mouth curled up. Although his speed did not decrease, his figure seemed much lighter.

"If you get sick, we don't have the money to buy you a coffin. Then Xiao San and I will wrap you up in a sheet and throw you to the river. We still have to live in this house."

I got sick and had no money to buy a coffin.

Tang Hao's face was filled with black lines. If he got sick, would he definitely die? He snorted coldly and ignored him. He took the bottle of wine in his hand and went into the inner room to rest.

"Brother, please talk less."

Tang San also sat next to Han Yu with his meal and said helplessly.

Written by a new author, this book focuses on being light and invincible, unless you encounter an extremely powerful existence in the early stage, such as Emperor Tian.

Multiple female protagonists, funny and developmental style.

The protagonist was picked up by Tang Hao, who was picked up because he couldn't tell which one was Tang San.

A deep analysis of Tang Hao's character.

The protagonist is not a good person. He only prioritizes himself and does not like to recognize anyone as his father.

If you don’t like it, please don’t criticize.

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(End of this chapter)