Douluo's Shura Angel

The Tang San of the past might not care about what Old Jack said, but the Tang San of now is different.

Enduring the embarrassment in his heart, Tang San sent Old Jack away. Looking at Old Jack who had been chattering away before he left, the sense of unreality in Tang San's heart was much lessened.

Maybe he is really back, not a dream!

After seeing Old Jack off, Tang San turned around and returned to his dilapidated hut. As soon as he opened the door, the smoky, rich smell of low-quality ale hit his face.

This is also an important reason why other villagers will not come here unless they need to make farm tools.

Because the smell here is so strong, some of the wine bottles scattered on the floor are dripping with turbid wine, soaking the ground.

Tang San silently turned around and opened the old wooden door as wide as possible, hoping to dissipate the smell quickly.

Silently cleaning the dilapidated hut, picking up the wine bottles scattered on the ground one by one, stacking them outside the door, then sweeping the floor carefully and making a pile of dirt.

After everything was done, Tang San wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and came to his father's room.

The torn robe was worn on the body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath. The originally upright facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy look, and the hair was messy like a bird's nest. The beard on the face has not been groomed for an unknown number of days.

Looking at his father who was so slovenly and downtrodden, Tang San felt a little sad, a little thankful, and also filled with great happiness and hope.

He is back, really back, although I don’t know how he returned to this time period.

But what the heck! Just coming back is enough, as long as you come back all the regrets will be no regrets.

Tang San whispered softly: "Dad, I love you!"

The voice was very soft, but Tang San was sure that his father could hear it. After all, he was the youngest titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent—Haotian Douluo Tang Hao!

Lying on his hard wooden bed, Tang San looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, listened to the noisy insects, and fell quietly into reverie.

Now he has the wisdom and experience of forty thousand years of future generations, and has been in charge of the methods and strategies of the God Realm for forty thousand years.

That's right, he is the God King Tang San, the God King Tang San who will later combine the two gods Shura God and Poseidon into one body.

Xiao Wu's death made him extremely regretful and sad, but it was okay now. Tang San, who had returned for unknown reasons, would definitely not let Xiao Wu get hurt again!

As he thought about it, Tang San thought that he would be able to see the young Xiao Wu in a few months. At that time, he and she would definitely be sleeping on the same bed and covered with the same quilt.

I was finally able to fall asleep hugging the other person's petite and gentle body again, feeling the other person's familiar breath.

After waking up in the morning, I would comb the other person's long, silky hair, and see how cute the little girl's eyes lit up when she saw the carrots, and she didn't want to leave anymore.

think……

"Ahem!" Tang San, who had accidentally thought far away, quickly came back to his senses and thought about something very close to him.

After much deliberation, Tang San realized that the only thing closest to him and important to him was to see Xiao Wu again.

Whether it's tomorrow's martial soul awakening or something else, it's not an important thing before meeting Xiao Wu.

As for other important things, it is of no use if you are too young to know them.

Tang San, who had been reborn, was very open-minded. After all, when he was in Douluo Continent in his previous life, except for the last time he rolled over a car during the battle between gods, he had never turned over a car at all!

Of course, Tang San would never let Xiao Wu sacrifice for him again in this life.

Tang San will nip all dangers in the bud, and will never let Xiao Wu get hurt or make her sad again!

That night, Tang San couldn't sleep. He was thinking about things all night long, many of which were about Xiao Wu.

For Tang San, he will definitely become a god in the future. This time, Tang San will take Xiao Wu to Poseidon Island a few years in advance.

Successfully inherit the throne of Poseidon first, and then inherit the throne of Shura God.

Presumably God Shura will never give up on such an excellent inheritor like himself. After all, God Shura in the previous life offered his divine status to him, but he did not even accept it.

After that, it was the Shura God who used some small tricks, and he reluctantly inherited the position of the Shura God.

Therefore, in this life, I took the initiative to inherit the throne of Shura God, and God Shura had to send the throne to his doorstep!

Tang San, who imagined a wonderful future, felt that this time he could win steadily even if he blindly directed with his eyes closed.

Of course, Tang San knew that the premise of all this was that he had to go to the Ice and Fire Eyes to improve his talents, strengthen his body, and then follow his father to the Blue Silver Forest to be worshiped by thousands of Blue Silver Grasses. , only then can you be crowned emperor!

Otherwise, Tang San also knew how much he weighed. Without these plug-ins to enhance his talents, he would have been very good at inheriting the title of Poseidon.

The only thing that made Tang San confused and dignified was that there was an extremely dark seed in his mind. He didn't know what material it was made of, and he had no impression of it.

Just thinking about it, it was daybreak, and Old Jack shouted angrily from outside the house:

"Little San, grandpa is here to pick you up!"

Hearing Old Jack's shouting, Tang San stirred up his energy, put aside his search for seeds, and hurriedly got up and laid some rice for his father. After waiting for the pot to boil before eating, Tang San knocked on his father's door. Tell dad to remember to eat.

Tang San quickly opened the door and ran to Old Jack who was waiting for him. He apologized to Old Jack very sensibly and politely and explained the reason.

Old Jack didn't care about this trivial matter to begin with, but after listening to Tang San's explanation, he understood it even more, and he also loved Tang San even more in his heart.

After all, no matter whether it is a noble noble or an ordinary civilian, before their martial arts awaken, most of them will be too excited to sleep the night before.

Even though the martial souls of most people on Douluo Continent have long been destined to only be used as decorations and comforts, who doesn't have the dream of soaring into the sky!

When I was a child, I believed that I would be the chosen one and that the world would be conquered by me.

Even if their parents' martial arts spirits are ordinary and featureless, children will still have great hopes and expectations.

Old Jack took Tang San to the place where the martial spirit awakened, thinking about it all the way.

Although Xiao San is such a good kid, although his family background is a bit poor, he will inherit his father's blacksmithing skills no matter what in the future, so that he will stay in the village and continue blacksmithing.

Judging from the mistress's character and conduct, her family situation will not be bad in the future.

Should I help my mistress pay attention to the marriage in advance?

After all, Old Jack had thought more than once that it would be great if Tang San could be his grandson.

Along the way, Old Jack never thought about the fact that Tang San could awaken a good martial spirit and possess soul power.

Therefore, along the way, Old Jack kept talking about things that children would be interested in, to distract the children from their inner excitement, so as to avoid being disappointed by the unsatisfactory results.

Although, Tang San had been very quiet along the way.

For Old Jack, who has witnessed the awakening of martial souls for many years, the probability that civilians born in the village can possess soul power is too low.

Old Jack, who was used to it, had already relaxed his mind, and was thinking about how he would comfort Xiaosan when he couldn't awaken his soul power.

Tang San on the side had no idea what was going on in Old Jack's mind.

He was thinking about what the seeds in his mind were.

PS: Tang San needs to strengthen his skills here, otherwise, he won't be able to compete with Qian Renxue. We will see the result in the next chapter.