Douluo: The Bright Era

Chapter 9 Martial Soul?Wuhun
On the west side of Holy Soul Village, at the entrance of the village.

Tang Yin trotted all the way back to his humble home, holding the fat gray rabbit in his hands.

Originally, this rabbit was already given to Lan Feier,

But who would have thought that after the rabbit stayed in her arms for a while, it would run out desperately like seeing a ghost.

In addition, the golden code practiced by Tang Yin has a strong breath of light elements, which is inherently attractive to plants and animals.

This rabbit actually stayed by Tang Yin's side and never left.

Tang Yin had no choice but to let it follow.

After all, I said before that I would not eat it, so I can't just keep my word now.

While Tang Yin was carrying the rabbit, he was still chanting.

"It's bad luck,"

"I didn't eat the delicious food, and I even picked up an old man to go home."

You know, with the current conditions of their family, feeding people is a bit difficult,

What's more, it's still this extremely fat rabbit that can be eaten just by looking at it?

As soon as he entered the door, Tang Yin smelled a tangy aroma of rice.

"Wow, it smells so good."

He sniffed exaggeratedly, and walked straight to the stove,
Lifting the lid of the pot, sniffing the aroma coming to my face, with an intoxicated expression on my face.

On the one hand, Tang San's craftsmanship is really good.

To be able to steam ordinary rice with such a tangy aroma does require a certain level of skill.

On the other hand, if you can't eat rabbit meat, why don't you allow yourself to fantasize about it?

Even if it's just plain porridge, as long as there is love, what's the difference with meat?

What's more, porridge is also very nutritious,
Didn’t the ancients all say that it’s sloppy porridge,

Keke, this doesn't count.

"Wait a moment,"

Tang San tapped Tang Yin's hand with chopsticks,
"It's not out of the pot yet, wait a while, wash your hands first."

"I don't use my hands, really."

Tang Yin muttered, but obediently scooped up a spoonful of well water to clean it.

"what"

At this time, Tang San seemed to have just discovered the rabbit that Tang Yin had put on the ground,
A little surprised opened the mouth and said.

"Ayin, did you bring wild game?"

"I knew it earlier"

Before Tang San finished speaking, the rabbit couldn't help jumping up.

"You are the game!"

"Your whole family is game!"

"Ok?"

Tang Yin was expressionless.

The rabbit shrank back in fear, its whole body shrinking into a fur ball.

Tang Yin seemed a little at a loss as to how to explain it, so he froze for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Just treat it as my pet,"

"it's called"

"it's called"

For a while, I couldn't think of a suitable name.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Tang Yin's mind, and he spoke.

"It's called toffee."

"toffee."

Tang San said it softly several times, talking to himself.

"What a strange name."

I took out the porridge from the pot. Although it was just plain white porridge, it exuded a strong fragrance.

Just as Tang Yin was about to get the chopsticks, Toffee rushed towards him.

"Can rabbits still eat porridge?"

Tang Yin was wondering, Toffee began to look at him eagerly.

Tang Yin became anxious immediately,

There were only a few sparse grains of rice in the bowl, and I gave it to you. What should I eat?
"Go, go, stay and go,"

Tang Yin waved away.

"Why do you eat porridge, you rabbit? I'll be fine if I don't eat you."

"Go to the gate to graze,"

Toffee gave him a resentful look, turned his head awkwardly, and pointed his fat butt at Tang Yin, as if to express his disdain.

Looking at Tang San's busy figure in the back room, Tang Yin couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"Third brother is really a good wife and mother, Miss Xiao Wu is really blessed."

"A Yin is back."

A tall and burly man opened the door curtain of the back room and came out, accompanied by a strong and somewhat pungent smell of alcohol.

Tang Yin frowned, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Although he is very clear about the root of Haotian Douluo's depravity, it doesn't mean he can accept it.

After all, Tang Hao is the father of his body, so he naturally has feelings from his blood.

In addition, Tang Hao loved him very much when he was young, Tang Yin had long regarded Tang Hao as his father.

He didn't know how many times he had persuaded Tang Hao not to drink anymore,

But Tang Hao ignored it every time, he clearly promised to be good during the day, but he should be drunk at night.

"How many times have I told you not to drink?"

Tang Yin frowned.

"Ok."

Tang Hao nodded tiredly, staggered and sat down on the chair.

Looking at Tang Yin's soft face and his frowning expression,

Tang Hao's thoughts suddenly became a little dazed, and an expression of incomprehensible meaning appeared on his face, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

"It's like."

Feeling the emotion called sadness permeating Tang Hao's body, Tang Yin was also a little bit depressed.

Tang Hao regarded himself as his mother again.

Maybe it has something to do with looks,

If Tang San inherited his father's appearance and could be considered healthy and upright, then Tang Yin's appearance was completely inherited from his mother.

It is conceivable how stunning the 10-year-old Blue Silver Emperor is. From a very young age, Tang Yin was famous in the village for being pretty.
Even though he was only six years old, he was already quite handsome.

His skin is fair and soft, just like a girl's, his eyes are clear and calm, like a clear spring, and his loose dark blue long hair adds a bit of nobility and elegance to him.

Many people in the village even suspected that Tang Yin was not Tang Hao's child at all, but a nobleman's child whom he abducted from nowhere.

"Ugh"

At this time, Tang San came out from the kitchen, seeing the scene in front of him, couldn't help sighing, and stomped three bowls full of gaps on the table.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very heavy, none of the three of them spoke, only the sound of Tang Yin sipping porridge could be heard.

After a while, after Tang Yin was full, he spread the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and ran lazily to the door to bask in the sun on his homemade recliner.

Doing housework is naturally impossible, and it is impossible in this life.

What's more, he has more important things to do later.

"dad."

Inside the house, Tang San suddenly called out.

"Can this piece of iron be used for me?"

Tang Yin seemed calm, but his ears perked up quietly,
"seem,"

"The third brother's opportunity is coming?"

Relying on his own understanding of the plot to snatch the opportunity of the protagonist, Tang Yin would never even think about such a thing.

If he didn't know Tang San at all, maybe he would do such a thing.

But the third brother is so kind to him, if he deliberately seeks his chance, it would be too inhuman.

"Inheritance of the Sea God, the eight spider lances attached to the soul bone, this kind of opportunity that can only be obtained by one person must not be touched."

Tang Yin thought secretly in his heart.

"However, the random cloaking wind hammer method, this should be no problem,"

"It's not just one person who can learn it."

Inside the house, Tang Hao had already discussed thoroughly with Tang San.

Before Tang Yin could speak first,
Tang Hao turned his head, looked at the direction where Tang Yin was lying, and asked.

"Ayin, do you want to learn forging from me?"

Tang Yin was overjoyed, just about to agree, but suddenly thought of Tang San's encounter when he first started learning forging, and hesitated a little.

Forge a big lump of iron with a hammer ten thousand times,

Ten thousand blows!

Thinking of this number, Tang Yin's eyes immediately turned black, took a deep breath, and could only regretfully refuse.

"Not learn!"

"what?"

Tang Hao seemed to have never experienced such a situation before, and was a little dazed.

He obviously felt it, Tang Yin looked at him, and then came to ask.

After recovering, Tang Hao asked in surprise.

"why?"

Tang Yin stretched out his white and tender little hand, and said innocently.

"Look at my hands, are they suitable for such heavy work?"

"Makes sense."

Tang Hao nodded, and the expression on his face softened a bit.

After all, Tang Yin was so much like his dead wife.

When Ah Yin was still alive, he never asked her to do heavy work.

"That's right, your hands are indeed not suitable for doing these things."

"Let's leave the hard work to your brother."

Tang San:"."

(End of this chapter)