My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 12 Tang Hao’s fragility

From his expression, he could only read excitement.

"Exactly the same as hers, exactly the same as hers." Tang Hao stared at his right hand, his body trembling slightly.

Recalling something, he stretched out his arms and hugged him suddenly.

"Dad hugged me?" Tang San's expression was a little confused and at a loss.

From the time he could remember until now, Tang Hao had hugged him no more than three times.

"Dad..." Tang San wanted to say that he used too much force and hurt himself, but when he felt his trembling body and the moisture on his shoulders, he held back and did not speak.

Ye Fan saw Tang Hao showing vulnerability for the first time. Tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes and stained his patched clothes.

Compared with the decadence and despair that had always been visible on his face before, what he now wears is endless longing and nostalgia.

After a long time, he recovered from his emotions, moved his head away from his petite-looking figure, and released his embrace.

Tang San's face suddenly relaxed a little, and he moved his body unnaturally.

Just after being embraced by him, he felt that he was entangled by an octopus, unable to move, and his strength made it impossible for him to resist.

Tang Hao didn't notice this. He had completely recovered and glanced at Tang San's right hand. The blue grass made his eyes flash with a touch of softness.

"Waste Martial Soul, you don't have to dream about becoming a soul master. Follow me as a blacksmith. You can still support your family in the future." Tang Hao took a deep breath and waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San said without any rebuttal.

He was certain that seeing the Bluesilver Grass just now brought back some unforgettable memories.

But what does Bluesilver Grass mean?

"My martial spirit is a dragon." Ye Fan said calmly, without any intention of showing off his martial spirit.

Tang Hao didn't go into too much detail, just glanced at him deeply, and then walked to the bedroom in a daze.

"Help me take over some work. I'll take a nap before doing it." As he said this, he yawned, and sleepiness flooded into his head.

"Dad, actually I still have a martial spirit." Tang San was a little entangled, but finally chose to tell the secret.

The originally peaceful room could almost hear a pin drop, but with his moderate words, everything seemed to be banned.

They didn't notice that Tang Hao's eyes widened almost instantly, with his back to them, and a beam of light burst out from them.

Now he is not as depressed as before, he is completely different.

"Ahem." Tang San suddenly felt an aura in him that made him tremble.

He was instantly shocked by the momentum and had difficulty breathing, and his face and neck turned red.

The same was true for Ye Fan, but he was also strong and did not scream.

"Another martial spirit? What is your other martial spirit? Let me see!" Tang Hao's body was trembling, and he turned around and stared at him.

Being stared at by him, Tang San felt as if he was being noticed by a wild beast, and felt very uncomfortable.

Forcibly getting rid of this discomfort, Tang San raised his left hand, and with a thought, a hammer suddenly appeared.

Purple light circulated, with a hint of thunder and lightning flashing in it, filling the sky above the badge on his left hand, giving people a sense of oppression.

It's completely different from the feeling brought by the previous Bluesilver Grass. The previous Bluesilver Grass was gentle and not threatening at all, while the current Hammer is domineering.

The body of the hammer is engraved with a certain ancient and mysterious pattern. Although there are many patterns, the carvings on it do not look confusing.

Tang San could also feel the power of this hammer. He found that when he summoned this martial spirit, the soul power in his body was consumed very quickly.

"It turns out to be..." Tang Hao's pupils shrank sharply and he lost his voice: "Twin martial spirits, you are actually twin martial spirits."

After being shocked, he looked up to the sky and sighed, looking a little tired: "Whether you want to become a soul master or not, it's up to you."

He also figured out that his own path must always be walked by himself, and he should not be prevented from making a choice because of his own reasons.

Not understanding why he changed so much, Tang San was a little confused.

"Dad, can I take back my martial spirit? I can't hold it anymore~" If you look closely, you can see that his arms are shaking.

In order not to hit him with the hammer, he persisted.

"Why is it so difficult to use my own martial spirit?" There was a question in his mind, but he did not ask.

Dad is just a blacksmith, so he definitely doesn't know anything about soul masters, and Ye Fan is just starting out, so he definitely doesn't understand either.

"Take back your martial spirit." Tang Hao swallowed, his throat rolling.

"Promise me a condition, no matter where and whenever, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Can you do it?" He was surprisingly solemn, and Tang San rarely saw him like this.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of his words, he wanted to believe that the other party would not harm him.

"I promise you that I will protect the Bluesilver Grass with a hammer."

Seeing him agree happily, without asking himself why, his stiff face became a little softer.

However, Rourou hadn't been around for long, and he said again: "Haotian...you can't attach a soul ring to the hammer spirit. From now on, you can only use and practice blue silver grass, and you can't let others see the hammer spirit. It's not allowed." use."

"Huh?" This question made him really confused.

Why can't I use my martial soul at will?Isn’t it too stretchy to use bluesilver grass all the time?

I have one more martial spirit than others, but it only allows me to use the weakest martial spirit... Then won't all my advantages be lost?

"You just have to do what I want, I won't harm you." Tang Hao frowned.

"If you can't do it, then don't go out, just stay with me and learn the craft and become a blacksmith."

"I promise you."

"Okay, a man, you must do what you say and take responsibility for what you say." Tang Hao shouted and walked towards the bedroom.

"This..." Tang San hesitated, but when he saw his unobtrusive back, he suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Because he knew that if he called him again, he would become impatient and angry.

On the bed, Tang Hao leaned sideways, with tears like pearls flowing out of his reddish eyes.

"Ah Yin, our child is a twin martial soul. His Blue Silver Grass is exactly the same as yours."

If Tang San saw it, he would definitely be surprised by the vulnerability he showed at this moment and the unfamiliar name in his mouth.

In the next three days, not much changed, life remained the same as before.

Ye Fan still goes to the hillside with him every morning. He practices Xuantian Gong while he meditates.

It is worth mentioning that when he passed through the village and saw Wu Tao and the others, they were all in awe of him.

(End of this chapter)