Douluo's Strange Eyes of Death

Chapter 2 Ye Zihan

Holy Soul Village. .shung

At dawn, on a hill near Holy Soul Village, a five or six-year-old boy was sitting cross-legged.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of purple flashing across his eyes.

Then the boy sighed, made a helpless expression that should never appear at his age, and shook his head.

"It still doesn't work, my Xuantian Kung still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level.

It has been three months, why? Even the Purple Demon Eye, which relies on Purple Qi Donglai and can only practice early in the morning, has been making progress.

Xuan Tian Gong cannot break through the bottleneck, and my Xuan Jade Hand cannot be improved.

When I was practicing, between the first level and the second level, I didn't seem to encounter such a situation.

There are nine levels of Xuantian Kung in total. Why is this first level so troublesome?

Is it because this world is different from my original world? "

This boy is Tang San. At this time, he is practicing the Tang Clan skills from his previous life.

"It's time to go back." Tang San looked at the sky and suddenly saw a circle of light appearing in the sky.

"What is this?" Even though Tang San had memories of his past and present lives, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this scene that was like a vision in the sky.

While I was looking at it, something white fell out of the aperture.

It happened to land in front of Tang San not far away.

Tang San looked at it warily and walked over, only to see a little boy with long silver hair wearing a white robe lying there.

I don't know what happened to the robe, but it has been damaged.

Tang San raised his head and looked at the place where the aperture had just appeared, but it had disappeared.

"Take it back, dad should understand."

Tang San walked over, held Xiaobai Tuanzi in his arms and walked home.

Tang San's home lived on the west side of Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village.

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the tangy aroma of rice. It wasn't that Tang Hao made breakfast for him, but he made it for Tang Hao.

From the age of four, when Tang San's height could not reach the stove, the task of cooking has been his daily work.Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.

It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because otherwise, Tang San would almost never have enough time to eat.

Putting the little white dumplings in his arms in his room, Tang San came to the stove, stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, and opened the lid of the big iron pot. The fragrant rice fragrance came to his nostrils, and the porridge in the pot had already been cooked. Overcooked.

Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him.

You can almost count the rice grains in the porridge at a glance. For Tang San, who has a long body, this little nutrition is obviously not enough, which is why his body is so slender.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San called.

After a long while, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with a staggering pace.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

Putting aside his clothes, the smell of alcohol still made Tang San frown.

This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, and poured the porridge into his belly without fear of burning it. His dark yellow face looked a little brighter now.

"Dad, drink slowly, please." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and filled him with another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

Soon, seven or eight bowls of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach.

He took a deep breath and placed the bowl on the table. The drooped eyelids opened a little and looked at Tang San.

"If you have work, you can take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while."

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

"Um, dad..." Tang San stopped Tang Hao.

"Huh? Is there anything else?" Tang Hao said.

"I……"

At this moment, a little white dumpling walked out of Tang San's room.

"Where did the kid come from?" Tang Hao looked at the little white dumpling and said.

"I picked him up from the mountain." Tang San said.

"You are so old, but you are still picking up things at home." Tang Hao said.

"Dad, he... fell out of a circle of light in the sky." Tang San said hesitantly, after all, if he told such a weird thing, he might be regarded as a madman.

"Huh?" Tang Hao heard Tang San's words and looked at Xiaobai Tuanzi again. An unknown pressure attacked Xiaobai Tuanzi, but Tang San didn't know Tang Hao's behavior.

Tang Hao did not doubt Tang San's words. Although Tang San was precocious, he was very obedient and could not lie.

Xiaobai Tuanzi felt the pressure and burst into tears.

"Well...well..." His big aqua blue eyes were filled with tears.

"Well, he's still a child." Not those guys in Wuhun Palace.

"Xiaosan, please watch him carefully. You picked this up and you are responsible." Tang Hao stood up and walked towards the inner room.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San said.

Tang Hao had disappeared from sight, and Tang San looked at Xiaobai Tuanzi.

"Hello, my name is Tang San, what's your name?" Tang San said gently.

"I...my name is Ye Zihan." Xiaobai Tuanzi looked at Tang San with a little fear.

"Does Zihan know where his home is?" Tang San said.

"I...I don't have a home anymore." Ye Zihan said.

"Ache." Ye Zihan sneezed.