Douluo's Shura Angel

Tang San automatically blocked Old Jack's constant consolation along the way. Old Jack's words were very exciting and touching, but he only felt a little irritated. Old Jack's irritability!

If Tang San was really a useless martial spirit with little achievements in life, as Su Yuntao and the others said, Tang San would listen to Old Jack's comfort very seriously.

It's a pity that if there is no if, Tang San himself knows that his martial spirit is not a useless martial spirit at all, and his future is also very bright. This is something he has personally verified, and there is no need for Old Jack's comfort at all.

Old Jack, who had always been comforting Tang San, saw that Tang San was still silent and his eyes were a little wandering. He sighed heavily, rubbed Tang San's head, stopped talking, and led Tang San in silence. Walk towards Tang San's house.

What a wonderful child! How could God give him hope and then destroy it abruptly? How wonderful it would be if Xiaosan hadn't lost his martial spirit!

Old Jack looked at the blazing sun and felt a little melancholy.

Tang San also breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over. If he kept talking, Tang San wouldn't be able to bear it anymore. He really didn't want to hurt this kind-hearted person.

Fortunately, it’s finally over!

Suddenly, Old Jack's mood changed with Tang San's. Old Jack became a little depressed, but Tang San was much happier.

Silently, Old Jack sent Tang San to the door of his house. After saying that he didn't have to worry about school, he left a little melancholy. He had always regarded Tang San as his grandson!

After returning home, Tang Hao was sober for a rare moment, or it was a rare moment for him not to pretend in front of his son.

Also, it would be a bit bluffing to make a titled Douluo drink into unconsciousness with just this little bit of low-quality ale.

Just like in his previous life, Tang San revealed his Blue Silver Grass and his Clear Sky Hammer.

At this moment, Tang San once again felt the unspeakable warmth and supreme sense of security in his father's arms.

Perhaps because he became a child again, Tang San found that his mood suddenly became sentimental and sensitive.

Tang San was held in his father's arms. When he heard his father say that he was his son, his nose suddenly felt sore and something in his eyes seemed to be unable to help but slip out.

Putting away his martial spirit, Tang San hugged his father's broad and solid back tightly, feeling the sense of security coming from his father!

It turns out that I have never let go of the love from my parents. After all, I am a child of a family.

For a long time, the father and son each calmed down their emotions, and Tang Hao patted Tang San's thin shoulder heavily.

Tang Hao's face had never been so exciting. Various complex emotions continued to appear on Tang Hao's face. After a long time, he slowly said a sentence, "Remember, in your future, you must use the hammer on your left hand to protect you." Good grass to your right hand. Forever."

Tang San nodded seriously, promising that he would use the Clear Sky Hammer to protect the Blue Silver Grass!

Just as he will definitely protect the little rabbit in the future!

Next, just like in the previous life, Tang Hao seriously asked Tang San if he was really willing to become a soul master!

Tang San naturally answered Tang Hao firmly, he was willing, and he could make every effort for this!

Then, Tang Hao took Tang San to see something that was very familiar to both father and son - the random cloak hammering technique!

Tang San had seen a lot about this hammering technique, and he himself had profound attainments in the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique.

To be blunt, Tang Hao is not as good as Tang San in terms of cloak hammering skills alone!

It's a pity, who made him just a son now? Judging from his current age and level, he cannot come into contact with this kind of thing.

As a last resort, the acting skills cultivated over 40,000 years came online.

As if Tang San had just seen someone with this hammering skill, his eyes were flashing with shock and yearning, and his little hands were ready to try, and he was about to write the three words "I want to learn" on his face.

Tang Hao smiled with rare pride, patted Tang San's little head, and said he would teach him next time.

After that, after Tang San promised Tang Hao that he would never use the Clear Sky Hammer unless his life was in danger, the father and son separated.

Today's events were quite exciting for Tang Hao. He saw the hope of revenge against Wuhun Palace!

And Tang San was because he could finally go back to his room and check what the mysterious seed in his mind was!

The moment he awakened his martial spirit, the dark seed in his mind lit up, emitting a soft white light. The entire seed also shed layers of black ash like a shell, revealing the milky white body inside. !

Tang San had a feeling that as long as he used his mental power to touch this changed seed again, he would be able to know everything he wanted to know.

Why was he reborn as a child and turned into a six-year-old child? Who was behind this rebirth? What was the purpose of the other party in letting him come back again? Is this a time-travel back of the original time and space, or is it just a human being? Similar parallel world...

These doubts one after another made Tang San, who already had a lot on his mind, very uncomfortable. He didn't want to remain passive like this.

However, after the Wuhun awakened, Su Yuntao kept talking some incomprehensible nonsense, and old Jack Barabala said a lot of comforting words, and then returned home and had a friendly exchange with his father. long time.

Only now did Tang San really have time to explore the seeds to solve his doubts.

Even if something unexpected happens in his own home, his father will be able to detect and solve it in time!

As soon as Tang San's mental power came into contact with the milky white seeds, the milky white seeds emitted a dazzling white light, almost blinding Tang San's soul.

Tang San:? ? ?

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of information swarmed into Tang San's mind.

Tang San didn't have time to react at all, he fainted as soon as the whites of his eyes rolled up.

As if there was a spirit, the milky-white seeds suddenly stopped transmitting information, as if a little embarrassed, and then continued to transmit as if nothing had happened, but the speed was obviously more than one step slower.

If it was transmitted at a rocket speed before, now it is transmitted at a snail speed.

The milky white seeds are also very helpless! Who knew that this person was so weak? Generally speaking, his transmission volume would only make people feel tingly in the head, but would never make them faint!

Your bad voice is touching a porcelain doll!

Feeling the confusion of Tang San's aura, Tang Hao in the room next to him was stunned. He broke the dilapidated wall and saw his son who looked in pain even though he had fainted.