Douluo's starting support

An Qing, a bad old man, just sat on the table and waited for porridge. Even Tang Hao couldn't help but twitch his eyelids when he saw this situation. Fortunately, An Qing looked like a young lady at this time.

But Anqing still looks quite natural.

Seeing this scene, Tang San finally confirmed what was going on with every flaw in his body when he met An Qing walking just now.

Anqing had no sense of defense at all, so of course there were flaws all over his body!

Tang San once saw a classic book that no one cared about in the Scripture Collection Pavilion. It was full of strange and strange things in the world, and it was written in it.

[Anyone who has flaws all over his body has a pure heart, or is a person who has suffered from pain since childhood. If the latter is not painful, he does not know how to protect the flaws. ]

Tang San glanced at An Qing calmly. Regarding this point, Tang San really wanted to confirm.

In Tang San's era, there were indeed ruthless people who were not afraid of pain, but according to them, they did not know what pain was. Naturally, these words were misunderstood. This group of people who did not know pain were often packaged as A pretty ruthless group of people.

Tang Hao didn't have so many thoughts in his heart. He just looked at An Qing dejectedly. This watery doll was much more lovable than Tang San.

So Tang Hao naturally had a good impression of An Qing. Although Tang San cooked the porridge, Tang Hao still scooped up a spoonful of porridge and filled it up for Tang San first, and then scooped it out for Anqing. A bowl of thick porridge, and finally I added another bowl for myself.

Tang San also looked at Tang Hao in surprise. Tang Hao picked up the bowl and poured it into his stomach as if drinking water, seemingly not noticing Tang San's eyes at all.

When Tang San faced the bowl of thick porridge that Tang Hao filled for him, he felt a little warmth in his heart. He also put aside the messy thoughts in his mind and ate the bowl of rice porridge in small bites.

An Qing looked at the white porridge and licked his lips slightly. Since he came to this world, he has eaten many things that he has not eaten in a long time.

The white rice porridge in front of me is one of them. Anqing is the least resistant to food. In addition to wild fruits under the valley, there are only wild fruits. In Anqing, which is worse than Tang Hao, this bowl of thick porridge There was not a trace left in his stomach.

As soon as the white porridge entered An Qing's stomach, it was immediately divided up by the extremely pure internal force. As soon as it entered An Qing's body, it turned into nutrients and added to the circulation of An Qing's body.

"Ugh."

An Qing let out a long breath of enjoyment and put down the empty bowl.

After drinking a little porridge, Tang Hao stood up and walked to the stove and started doing work that he had not done for a long time.

He first put a piece of pig iron in a medium and heated it until it was red, then picked it up with a pair of clamps and placed it on the anvil to beat it.

When, when, when.

Under the big hammer, the pig iron was quickly deformed and began to look like a hoe.

But this is different from what An Qing thought. In his impression, the iron should be turned into molten iron and poured into a container to wait for the tool to be formed.

Indeed, this is what is done in large blacksmith shops to save trouble, but who is Tang Hao? He can actually do such a job as a blacksmith, which is considered a noble profession in the village.

I'm afraid Tang Hao didn't even bother to buy the mold.

However, An Qing also watched with great interest as Tang Hao wielded a huge hammer to strike iron. The crisp sound that accompanied the deformation of the iron block was really pleasant to the ear.

Tang San was considered to be in his thirties, but because he hadn't seen anyone other than Tang Hao and Old Jack for a long time, he couldn't help but focus on An Qing.

The way An Qing stared hungrily at Tang Hao's hammering made Tang San feel ashamed. At least Tang San had never been so focused on watching his father hammer.

Tang Hao's overall movements were very coordinated, almost completing each strike in an extremely coherent sequence.

However, An Qing had discovered some shortcomings in Tang Hao, so An Qing said it without hesitation.

"Why do you have to suppress the movements of your calves while ironing? Is it to exercise the muscles of your upper body?"

Tang Hao was shocked when he heard this. He stopped what he was doing and looked behind him.

An Qing sat on the bench with his chin in his hands and looked at Tang Hao with quite curious eyes. Tang Hao couldn't help but frowned and said.

"Can you see that?"

No matter how handsome An Qing is, Tang Hao will not be polite at all. If it were another child, he would probably run out crying.

Tang San also looked at An Qing with a little surprise. He also knew that Tang Hao's blacksmithing movements were extremely coordinated. He just thought that his father was quite good as a blacksmith, and he didn't think about the skill of exerting force at all.

An Qing raised his head and looked at Tang Hao's expressionless face, and began to ponder as if he hadn't seen it. After thinking about it for about three seconds, An Qing stood up with a sigh.

An Qing's eyes were filled with light.

He quickly ran to Tang Hao's side and stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

"Bring me the hammer."

Tang Hao was a little confused looking at the child whose legs were not as long as his own, but Tang Hao was also a little funny. He had never been asked in such a tone.

No, I have made such rude requests many times.

A beautiful figure vaguely flashed in Tang Hao's mind.

Surprisingly, Tang Hao did not have any negative emotions following the emergence of this figure this time. Instead, various positive emotions swept through Tang Hao's heart.

Tang Hao's mood suddenly improved.

He also showed an extremely stiff smile and slowly placed the big hammer in An Qing's raised palm.

Tang San had never seen his father show such an expression even once, but Tang San quickly realized that there was something wrong with Tang Hao's actions.

Anqing is just a six-year-old child!

"Father."

Tang San reminded him, and Tang Hao certainly knew what was appropriate. He also put the big hammer in An Qing's hand with the attitude of teasing An Qing. When Tang Hao was about to slowly put it down and use the hammer to crush An Qing, .

The moment the hammer's handle was held by An Qing, everything changed.

"Ok?"

Tang Hao instantly felt that the weight of the hammer he was holding suddenly disappeared. Under Tang Hao's surprised eyes, An Qing lifted the big hammer, which weighed more than 80 kilograms, with one hand!

A word immediately appeared in Tang Hao's mind.

Innate power!

Wanting to take a look, Tang Hao completely took his hand off the handle of the hammer when he was surprised. An Qing also swung the hammer towards the pig iron very skillfully.

Under Tang San's shocked gaze, An Qing first moved his calves, twisted his waist, and transferred the force to his upper body, and then transmitted the gradually increasing force from his upper body to the hammer!

when! ! !

The moment the hammer touched the pig iron, countless sparks exploded, and the pig iron broke into several pieces due to An Qing's strength!

Tang Hao's eyes widened even more, his eyes full of thoughts.