Douluo's death angel

Tang San sent Old Jack away, and he felt somewhat lost in his heart. After all, Wuhundian Academy could make his future different, and becoming a soul master would allow him to understand this continent better.But he didn't show it. He believed that there were still opportunities.

He slowly walked back to the blacksmith's shop, Tang Hao surprisingly did not go back to his room to continue sleeping, but sat on a chair with his eyes closed.

"Father, go back to your room and sleep for a while, I'm going to prepare lunch now." Tang San urged, seeing that it was getting late.

Tang Hao still closed his eyes, his breath became calm, and he said calmly: "Are you very disappointed with me, and then want to go to Wuhundian Academy to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then said: "It's okay, Dad, it's good for me to become a blacksmith. I can also support us. Didn't you promise me that you would teach me how to make farm tools?"

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes, and from his eyes, Tang San saw excitement. Unknowingly, Tang Hao's right fist had been clenched, and an extremely cold aura appeared on his old face, "Soul What’s the use of a soul master, let alone a useless martial soul? Even if it’s the most powerful martial soul, what’s the use of the most powerful soul master? It’s just useless.”

"And mistress, I will never let you go to Wuhundian Academy." When talking about Wuhundian Academy, Tang Hao's eyes were filled with hatred.

"Also, stay away from that boy. I feel a terrible aura on him." Tang Hao's eyes were filled with complicated emotions. The boy's blond hair and golden eyes reminded him of Qian Xunji.

Without Qian Xunji six years ago, his Ah Yin would not have died.

he hates

Tang Hao was very emotional at this moment, his body was trembling, and Tang San vaguely saw something crystal clear in his father's eyes, that was teardrops.

Immediately ran over with short legs, Tang San held Tang Hao's fist, "Dad, don't be angry, I just don't go to Wuhundian Academy to be a soul master. I will always be with you and cook for you. "Not only will Wuhundian Academy not go, even Notting City Junior Academy, he will stay with his father at home.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's excitement came and went quickly, and he said lightly: "Release your martial soul and show me."

Whatever Wuhun Palace owes him, he will get it back sooner or later

"Okay." Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, the Xuantian Kungfu in his body was activated quietly, he felt that special heat flow merged with the Xuantian Kungfu in his consciousness, and a faint blue light appeared in his palm, instantly Suddenly, a small blue grass has appeared.

Staring blankly at the blue silver grass in Tang San's hand, Tang Hao was absent-minded for a while, and it took him a long time to gradually recover, the light in his eyes faltered, and he murmured: "Blue silver grass, it really is blue silver grass. It's the same as hers. "

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the inside, the sudden movement almost caused Tang San in front of him to fall, and the Blue Silver Grass spirit in his hand also disappeared by itself.

"dad."

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, "Don't disturb me." After saying that, he opened the curtain and entered the room.

"But, I still have a martial spirit." Tang San still said that he was different after awakening the martial spirit today.This is a question he didn't ask Qian Renling, Li Jiu'er, and Su Yuntao, after all, in his eyes, those are just outsiders.

Tangmen Xuantian Treasure Record General Outline, the first item: Never let someone who cannot be fully trusted know how much you really have.

Tang San has long been familiar with the Xuantian Treasure Record, and he absolutely insists on implementing the general outline.

The door curtain was lifted abruptly, and Tang Hao reappeared outside. At this time, his face was already full of shock. It could be seen that his eyes were red, as if he was crying just now.

Tang San didn't open his mouth, but slowly raised his left hand like he raised his right hand before, this time, it was no longer blue light, a faint black light gushed out from his palm, the brilliance instantly condensed, a strange Something appeared in his palm.

It was a black hammer, the handle was about half a foot long, and the hammer head was a cylinder, which looked like a miniature casting hammer. However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special Light, on the cylindrical hammer head, there is a circle of faint patterns.

I don't know why, when this hammer appeared in Tang San's hands, the air in the whole room seemed a bit oppressive, and Tang San seemed unable to bear the weight of the small hammer, he could only hold him, his arms drooping slowly.His face has become a little pale.

Unlike the Blue Silver Grass that hardly needs to consume Xuantian Skill, this small black hammer absorbed almost all of Tang San's internal energy as soon as it appeared.He could barely control himself to hold the hammer handle tightly.Although it looks like this hammer is small, in fact, its weight is far more than that of a casting hammer.

"This, this is" Tang Hao came to Tang San in almost a single step, grabbed his hand holding the hammer, and brought it to him. Tang Hao's hand was very strong, at least now Tang San no longer felt the hammer. It’s such a heavy load on my arms.

When Tang Hao's hand held his, a warm feeling of blood connection made Tang San feel extremely comfortable, "Dad, is there something wrong?"

Looking at the little black hammer, the excited light that disappeared before reappeared in Tang Hao's eyes, "Twin martial souls. It turned out to be twin martial souls. Son, my son."

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his powerful arms, hugging Tang San tightly into his embrace.

Tang Hao's chest is very broad, perhaps because he has been a blacksmith for a long time. Although he looks lazy on the surface, the muscles on his body have not diminished due to the years, and his embrace is very warm.Nothing else can replace the sense of security that a father's love brings.

"Father." Tang San was a little stunned. In his memory, this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao hugged him like this.

The small hammer in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Although Tang San liked the warmth brought by this kind of father's love very much, he didn't want the hammer to hit his father even more.

"Father, I can't hold on anymore." Tang San couldn't help but said.

Tang Hao let go of his arms, "Take it back."

The black light dissipated and the weight disappeared. Tang San was very surprised. It was obviously a hammer formed by a special force mixed with his Xuantian Kung, but why couldn't he lift it? What surprised him even more was that he had summoned the hammer. After the small hammer, most of his internal energy was consumed.

Tang San has never seen his father's face so wonderful, various complex emotions kept appearing on Tang Hao's face, after a long time, he slowly said a word, "Remember, in your future, you must use your left hand The hammer of your hand protects the grass in your right hand, forever."

Tang San nodded in confusion.Tang Hao stood up and went back to the inner room without looking back.