Douluo Dalu: I am Douluo Dalu

After going back and forth, Xiao Wu still followed Tang San to the Holy Soul Village.

Zhang Feng clicked his tongue and said, "I wonder how Haotian Douluo would feel knowing that this girl who has transformed into a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast is his future daughter-in-law."

Early the next morning, when Tang San hit the road, there was a bouncing little girl beside him, wearing the uniform of Notting College, leaving Notting City and heading towards Holy Soul Village.

The past year had been extremely fulfilling and satisfying for Tang San. He had broken through the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Kung. With his hard work, Xuantian Kung had made great progress. .

In the academy, there was only one Xiao Wu who could compare with him in terms of soul power. Although Xiao Wu was rarely seen practicing, the two were always close to each other when comparing their soul power. Sometimes Tang San had the upper hand. , but sometimes Xiao Wu would overtake him.

Every time this time comes, Zhang Feng can't help but sigh at the talent of the soul beast that has been transformed for 100,000 years. Everyone has the hope of becoming a god as long as they practice seriously.

Of course, this was when Tang San didn't use hidden weapons.

"How far is it?" Xiao Wu asked casually, looking east and west.

"We're almost there. Have you seen that mountain over there? Our Holy Soul Village is at the foot of the mountain." We were about to arrive home, and Tang San couldn't help feeling a little excited.

If it weren't for Notting College's rule that you had to return to the college to live at night, and if there were teachers checking the wards every day, maybe Tang San would have gone home to see his father long ago.

It's been a year, Dad, how are you doing?

Zhang Feng thought: "It's very good. After you leave, Tang Hao's previous life of a poor man who drank porridge every day is gone forever. He drinks wine and eats meat every day. He is very comfortable."

Sometimes Zhang Feng wonders if Tang San picked it up. If Tang San didn't have a twin spirit and wasn't a time traveler, he would be dead sooner or later according to Tang Hao's method of raising him.

Tang Hao sometimes didn't deserve to be called a father. He owed Tang San too much.

Because he was an orphan in his last life, Tang San cherished this family relationship very much in this life.

He touched the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night on his waist. There were the casting hammers he brought to his father, brand new clothes, and even a few bottles of good wine.

The small mountain village where he had lived for six years was already in sight, and for some reason, an inexplicable emotion gradually emerged in Tang San's heart.

If he had to describe it in one sentence, he would say that it feels good to be at home.Even if this family only consists of myself and my father.

Soon, the two had entered the Holy Soul Village, Tang San's home was at the head of the village, he raised his finger to the dilapidated sign on the roof, Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu and said, "Look, that's my home."

Zhang Feng was hesitant to tell him about Tang Hao's departure.

With home in front of him, Tang San's mood became excited unconsciously, and he quickened his steps, taking three steps at a time and then two steps at a time to reach the door of the house.

The door was not closed as when he left. This had always been Tang Hao's habit. After all, there was nothing that could be stolen in his blacksmith shop.

"Father, I'm back." Tang San shouted excitedly.

Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San in such an emotion before, she stood behind him and looked at him curiously.

In her impression, Tang San was a very gentle friend. He didn't talk much, but he always seemed busy and always had something to do.

Only in discussions with him can you see his serious side. And even if he lost to himself, he never looked angry or excited.

Shouting, Tang San quickly walked inside.

Nothing seemed to have changed, the blacksmith shop was still so chaotic, even more chaotic than before he left, the messy things were placed on the floor, and the dilapidated feeling brought him more kindness.

"Oh, mistress, you're back." A gentle voice sounded. A man came out of the inner room.

Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help being stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you are here, where is my father?"

It was Jack, the elder of the Holy Soul Village, who walked out. With a wry smile on his face, he handed a piece of paper to Tang San and said, "Take a look, this is what your father left. I'll come in the morning." When I looked for him, I originally wanted him to come with me to pick you up, but I didn’t expect that you were already back.”

A trace of nervousness appeared in Tang San's heart, he hurriedly took the paper handed over by Old Jack and looked down.

There are only a few simple lines on the paper, and the handwriting is a bit scribbled, but it can't hide the rough and unrestrained spirit.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San was already stunned, his joy turned into helpless disappointment in an instant.

Old Jack looked at Tang San's dazed look, and said with a wry smile: "There is no sign that this guy Tang Hao will leave. I asked him to make farm tools the day before yesterday. Once he leaves, we will have to find another blacksmith in the future." .This guy is really irresponsible."

Tang San slowly came back to his senses, "Grandpa Jack, you mean, Dad just left two days ago?"

Old Jack nodded. "It should have been two days ago. Xiaosan, don't be sad, it's not worth it for such a father. Go with grandpa and go to my house."

Tang San shook his head silently, carefully folded the paper in his hand, and put it in his arms.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack, I won't ask you to stay in such a mess at home. I still need to clean up."

Old Jack was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that little Tang San would actually issue an eviction order. He sighed and said, "Okay. But if you need anything, just come to me." He shook his head helplessly and turned to face outside. Go.

Old Jack left, and only Tang San and Xiao Wu were left in the blacksmith shop. Tang San didn't say anything, and just started to clean up the messy room, picking up everything in the room.

Surprisingly, Xiao Wu, who was usually lively and active, remained silent at this time. She walked to Tang San and quietly helped him put things away, scooping water from the water tank outside to help him. Wiping the dust in the room.

The sun was setting in the west, and in front of the blacksmith shop, two petite figures were sitting side by side. They were wearing the same clothes, and they were sitting quietly.

The afterglow of the sun fell on them with a faint red, as if branding a circle of golden red on their bodies.

The girl on the left turned her head and looked at the boy. She put her hands on her chin and wanted to say something, but she held back in the end.

"Xiao Wu, thank you."

Tang San said slowly.

"Thank me for what?" Xiao Wu asked curiously.

"Thank you for always being with me." Tang San lowered his head, looking at the ground under his feet, his eyes were a little blurred and hazy, but after all, no tears fell.

"And you, Brother Feng, thank you."

"It's so cool, but you actually said such a thing, ugh."

Zhang Feng laughed and cursed.

Tang San's melancholy mood improved a lot, and a smile began to appear on his lips.

At this time... Tang Hao should go see the master...