Douluo Zhibo Madara

"How long will you stay when you come back this time?" Tang Hao took another sip of wine. The depression in his brows also dissipated a lot with Madara's return, and he chatted casually with Madara.

"I'm leaving in a few days! I still have some things to do!" Ban smoothly took the roasted and oily soul beast meat that Tang San handed over, tearing off a piece of meat with his teeth and chewing it while saying.

"Brother, don't you stay a few more days?" Tang San couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard Ban's words. After all, he had been nesting in this forest for two full years. On weekdays, apart from eating, sleeping and practicing hard, there was no one to talk to. Just say Tang Hao and forget it?He would definitely scold Tang San severely that he might as well practice hard since he had this time.

"Sorry, mistress!" Madara looked at Tang San with a hint of apology, but she had more important things to do.

"It's not enough for Xiao San to work behind closed doors like this. You need to go out and practice!" Ban remembered that Tang San had indeed behaved a bit badly when faced with the dual pressure of Ban and Tang Hao before, so he looked at Tang Hao and suggested.

"You don't need to tell me about this, I will arrange it! But now the mistress needs to continue polishing it, and it won't be time!" Tang Hao glanced at Ban in surprise. After all, in his eyes, Ban, the older brother, really doted on him. Brother, I didn’t expect Madara to make such a suggestion.

Ban seemed to see Tang Hao's doubts, took a sip of wine, swallowed the fragrant barbecue, and said without any scruples: "Even if he is my brother, he will grow up sooner or later! You can't always keep the eagle in In a cage, that would really make you a chicken!"

"That makes sense! Ahem!" Tang Hao nodded in agreement, raised his head and took another sip of wine, only to cough violently.

"You are so old, why are you still so addicted to alcohol?" Ban complained while using the other hand to input the magical soul power he had trained into it without any slowness, but found a clue about Tang Hao's body. .

"It seems that your body can't last much longer, old man!" Ban grabbed Tang Hao's wrist without any explanation. His own soul power penetrated smoothly without any resistance from him, and he found that Tang Hao's internal organs had actually... He shifted his position and his expression turned extremely ugly.

"Father! Drink water!" Tang San also eagerly brought a bowl of water from the side and drank it slowly for Tang Hao, who was already slightly stooped.

Haotian Douluo, who was originally so high-spirited and unparalleled in the world, is now so old that he is worse than the 80-year-old Dugu Bo.

It is difficult to see the domineering figure holding the Clear Sky Hammer in the Spirit Hall on this body anymore. It is true that Tang Hao has lost his former glory due to serious injuries in his early years.

"I told my father to cooperate with me in treating him! But he didn't listen at all!" Tang San shook his head and said with infinite worry in his eyes.

No wonder Tang Hao drinks alcohol all year round, not only to nourish his already scarred heart, but also to numb himself to relieve his physical pain.

But this is simply treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. It is even said that alcohol is just a chronic poison of anesthesia. Even a normal person with no injuries will slowly wear down his body after drinking for a few years. If he does not have a title Douluo level With his tyrannical physical fitness, Tang Hao might have died long ago.

"I'm going to find someone from Jiuxin Begonia to treat you!" Madara said in a deep voice with a very heavy tone.

Although Ban said such a sentence, he also clearly understood that Jiuxin Haitang might not be able to save Tang Hao's life, it could only delay time.

After all, I have never heard of any company whose vitality therapy can correct the misalignment of the internal organs.

"Don't bother! I know my body well and can still hold on!" After Tang Hao drank the water, the pain on his face dissipated slightly, but he still refused without explanation.

Doesn't Tang Hao know that Jiuxin Begonia can relieve it?No, of course he knows!

But that was just a matter of prolonging his life for a few more days. Full of anger, he just wanted to fight with Wuhundian to die together, and he had already put his own life and death aside.

"You said you don't need it, so you don't need it? Wait, I will find Jiuxin Begonia for you to treat!" Madara secretly swore in his heart.

Ban had already been tired from running around all day and soon fell asleep, but unfortunately there were almost only two beds in the cave, Tang Hao and Tang San.

So Tang Hao very casually drove Tang San to the waterfall to swing the hammer. After all, such special training sometimes lasted for several days and nights, and it made no difference when it started.

As soon as he got up the next morning, Madara came to Tang Hao's cave, slapped his unrecognizable sickle on the table, and said unceremoniously: "Old man, the ninja sickle you made for me It's already damaged! Please help me get another one!"

"This is made of pure iron! What a prodigal!" Tang Hao was so angry that his head was almost smoking. No blacksmith could see his work being wasted in such a wasteful way and remain indifferent.

"Then what do you think of this material?" Madara took out the Shura Blood God Iron from the storage ring without saying a word, and put it on the table with great effort, speaking quite arrogantly.

"This? What a good thing. It's really a god-level material that all blacksmiths in the world dream of!" Tang Hao's eyes lit up slightly, his hands gently caressed the iron ore that flickered brightly and darkly like human breath, and he admired sincerely, He couldn't care less about scolding Madara for being a prodigal now.

"Can the sickle made from this thing be as good as this uchiwa fan?" Madara took off the uchiwa fan from his back and placed it on the table, leaning forward slightly and staring at Tang Hao in front of him.

"Are you looking down on my craftsmanship?" Tang Hao said with great contempt, with a few veins even showing on his forehead.

Needless to say, it must be this boy Tang San who used the familiar technique to create this round fan. Tang Hao didn't believe that he, an old man, could not compare to his son.

Tang San was called back in the afternoon, with a confused look on his face. According to his impression, this kind of training usually lasted for several days.

"Create a handy weapon for your brother! How about this?" Tang Hao stood up from the chair, lifted the extremely heavy Shura Blood God Iron with one hand, and put it into Tang San's arms.

Tang San felt his arms sink slightly when he took it, and he was even more surprised that this apparently small piece of iron had such an astonishing weight. You must know that his current strength was not weaker than that of an ordinary six-ring soul emperor.

"This is a rare piece of material! It's perfect for making weapons!" Tang San looked at the extraordinary texture of the Shura Blood God Iron, and looked at this supreme treasure belonging to the blacksmith with an extremely appreciative look. .

"Get ready! Work will start tonight!" Tang Hao took another sip of water and said somewhat unhappily.

That's right!Ban has replaced all Tang Hao's treasures in the cave with water, which is also for the sake of his health.

Of course, this made the alcoholic Tang Hao feel extremely depressed. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be serious about it, and he really couldn't handle his disobedient eldest son.

"Children must be educated well, otherwise they will easily grow crooked!" Tang Hao thought to himself as he looked at his little son, who was still relatively docile, and glared at him.