My martial spirit in Douluo is Kunpeng

Please stay, heroes! I have done some calculations and it seems that you are not just an ordinary person, you will become a great person in the future! How about this, look at the red dot in the lower left corner, it is on now, help me light it out, lift the seal on me, and wait until I regain the power of the ultimate god, then we will dominate the world and dominate Douluo! What do you think?

In front of the barbecue stall, Tang Shi picked up the beer and took a sip with a smile. He swiped his phone to play the next video and said: "Next time, I will decide."

Just when Tang Shi picked up the grilled chicken wings and took two bites, with a look of enjoyment on his face, a dazzling light came from behind him, and the harsh sound of brakes came rolling over.

Tang Shi had a different look on his face. When he looked back, his vision went dark, and a huge impact hit him. At that moment, Tang Shi felt like he was flying up, and then... he lost consciousness.

With his consciousness groggy, Tang Shi wanted to open his eyes and take a look at his surroundings, but his eyelids seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds and he could not open them even half an inch. He could not even move his body. Only his mouth could open and speak.

"Is there anyone? It's so dark in here. I feel like I can still save it. Come and take a look."

I don’t know how long Tang Shi had been muttering, but a vague Sanskrit sound sounded in his ears.

"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty. Its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..."

Hearing the sound, Tang Shi opened his mouth without thinking: "There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot and turned into a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecues." Here, a secret recipe, a slightly spicy one, and a bottle of snowflakes will take you to the end of the world."

After Tang Shi finished speaking, a ray of gentle sunlight penetrated his eyes.

"Hey, sunshine? I can open my eyes."

The gentle sunshine shone on her face, and Tang Shi slowly opened her light blue eyes. What came into view was the blue sky, white clouds, and the roof with a big hole in it.

ding ding ding...

The sound of banging iron blocks attracted Tang Shi's attention. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man with unshaven beard and messy hair was holding a two-ring hammer that was bigger than his head and was smashing it against a piece of red-hot iron.

"Who are you and why are you at my house?" Tang Shi opened his mouth and made a sound that sounded like a child. He looked confused.

Subconsciously touching her Adam's apple, Tang Shi saw her little hands. Her arms were slender, as smooth as snow, and her hands were held together. She had to exert some force to open them.

"Have I become a child?" Tang Shi stared straight at his arms and thighs. When his body moved, his calves kicked to the side uncontrollably, and the soles of his feet were placed on the face of another little boy who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. , he was completely confused: "This must be a dream, I must not wake up yet, no, I have to take a nap quickly and wait for the dream to wake up."

Ideas are beautiful, ideals are cruel.

Tang Hao finished hammering the iron he wanted to use, put down the hammer, picked up the black cloth on the side and wiped his hands, then walked over slowly and said: "Tang Shi, don't put your feet on your brother's face."

"..." Tang Shi opened his eyes and looked at the big face that appeared in front of him with his light blue eyes. His body moved and he kicked his feet uncontrollably. The little boy lying next to him was kicked over. Standing alone, face turned to the wall.

The little boy Tang Sanxin said: "I am a time traveler, I don't care about the locals, and he is still my brother, I can bear it!"

"Hey." Tang Hao sighed, shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull back the quilt that Tang Shi had kicked away, covered it up, turned and left the house, and sat at the door drinking.

Seeing Tang Hao's big, unshaven face go away, Tang Shi tilted his head and looked at the back of the head of the little boy about one year old beside him, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Hmm."

A childish voice came out from his throat, and Tang Shi didn't care anymore. He now wanted to find out where he was, whether he was on the earth, somewhere else, or whether he had traveled through time and was reborn.

Although he didn't read many novels, he had heard about such a popular theme of time travel, such as fairy world, fairy gate, urban superpower, thousands of years of Qi training, and the time traveler passed by. A must-have system was terrifying. Having the system in hand, the world I have.

Her little hand touched the back of Tang San's neck and stretched downward little by little. Tang Shi wanted to see what this little boy looked like and whether he could be his brother. If so, follow the rules of the Traveler's Regulations and the brothers would turn against each other. , everywhere, he had to be prepared to strike first and deal with his brother.

Of course, unless this world is the capital of a country, where a gentleman has a court and a prince seizes the throne, he can rely on China's past to ascend to the throne step by step.

His back felt itchy, Tang San opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness flashed through his black and white eyes, and he said in his heart: "He is my brother, forget it, I will bear it!"

Tang San turned over, pressed his neck against Tang Shi's hand, looked at the little boy as big as himself in front of him with a pair of big black eyes, and said: "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

"Why can you speak!" Tang Shi opened her mouth, and her throat made a childish sound of "ummm".

The two little boys, about one year old, just kept looking at each other without blinking.

The more Tang Shi looked at this little boy, the more familiar he became. He slowly closed his eyes and began to recall his memories, checking the TV series, animations, ghosts, and sand sculptures he had watched.

In the end, the memory was fixed on a very popular anime.

"Douluo Dalu, this is Tang San when he was little!" Tang Shi opened his eyes and looked up and down his body. He was young, with big eyes and short black hair. He would definitely be a handsome man when he grew up.

"Have you traveled to Douluo Continent?" Tang Shi's mind suddenly changed and she began to reflect on whose son she was and who her father was.

He has read two hundred chapters of Douluo Continent and knows some of the plot. Tang Hao only has a son like Tang San. He cannot be Tang Hao's son.

So, I was picked up?

Tang Shi thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out how he came here. He couldn't really be Tang Hao's son!

"Hey, I went out to have a barbecue and got hit by a car. I also traveled through Douluo. I don't even know who my father is. How should I go in the future?" Tang Shi thought in her heart, and all the thoughts of making money popped up in her mind. out.

Soon, Tang Shi fell asleep thinking about it.

Over the Holy Soul Village, an eagle flew from a distance, its black-gold wings spread out, one meter long, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes staring at a dilapidated blacksmith shop below.

Howl~

A loud eagle cry spread throughout the Holy Soul Village, and the black eagle swooped down and hit a big stone outside the blacksmith shop.

boom!

The eagle lay on the ground in a bloody state, its body twitching.

Tang Hao drank rice wine and looked at the eagle corpse with a decadent expression. He raised his eyelids and said, "That's fine. We can have some meat tonight."