Douluo Dalu: I can steal other people's martial arts spirits

Ling Mo's sudden appearance was undoubtedly a huge blow to Tang San. His biggest secret was already known to Ling Mo, but he couldn't do anything to him.

On... an enemy who knows you better than you do, how do you deal with him?

But as Ling Mo means, they are not enemies! Since they are not enemies, then they are friends?

Did he also indirectly admit that he was also a disciple of the Tang Sect?

Tang San really wanted to ask this question, but Ling Mo didn't even mention it. No matter how he asked, he refused to answer, so he had to give up.

Through this contact, he probably understood that the six-year-old kid in front of him was definitely not a real kid. He might be a time traveler like him.

Because his temperament and behavior are too mature, not what a six-year-old child should have at all.

"Then you should tell me your name, right?"

Tang San was helpless, and then said, this guy in front of him is really difficult to deal with.

"My name is Ling Mo, from Daoxiang Village next door! Since we didn't decide the winner just now, the bet is void. You can just call me Ling Mo, or Xiao Mo! I'll call you Xiao San..."

"Well……"

Are you so familiar? But why does the name Xiaosan sound so harsh?

Finally you became someone else’s mistress!

After chatting with Tang San for a long time, Tang San suddenly remembered a very important thing and became anxious.

"What's wrong! I'm still cooking porridge at home..."

When going up the mountain, Tang San made a habit of cooking porridge so that he could drink it when he returned from training. But because Ling Mo appeared and kept him on the mountain for so long, wouldn't the porridge become mushy?

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't sit still, "I'm going back, let's talk another day..."

"Oh, don't worry!"

Ling Mo is still hungry, no... I just found a good food stamp, how could I let it go.

"Is there anything else you want?"

Tang San was about to leave, but Ling Mo grabbed him and couldn't help but wonder.

"Ahem...don't you want to invite your good friends to your house to play?"

In order to eat and drink, Ling Mo even gave up his face. Tang San didn't open the door, so he had to open it himself.

"Uh...my house is very simple and I don't have much to eat. This isn't good!"

Thinking of that bare-walled house, Tang San felt a little confused. How could he invite friends here...

"It's okay, no matter how poor you are, you are never as poor as me! You don't know that in our village, I lived in a tree and didn't even have a decent house..."

When this matter was mentioned, Ling Mo felt doubly embarrassed. In terms of poverty, Ling Mo was definitely poorer than Tang San. At least there was a drunkard in his family who was a blacksmith.

They don't even have a single person in their own family, and they only survive to the age of six thanks to the help of the villagers and the deception and abduction of Ling Mo. They are a difficult group.

At this age, Lingmo still doesn’t know what money in this world looks like...

"It's okay! But let me tell you first, my father has a bad temper, so don't talk nonsense for a while..."

Tang San was also very worried when he thought of his alcoholic father at home, fearing that if Ling Mo angered Tang Hao, things would get worse.

"Ouch! What are you talking about? Don't worry, let's go quickly and lead the way. I'm almost fainting from hunger..."

She had eaten two grilled fishes in the morning, and even though there was no water on them, Ling Mo was already so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. She originally wanted to trick the child into stealing the chicken, but she didn't expect the chicken to be stolen, and she almost got caught in it.

Fortunately, he ran fast, but that guy would never give up and cheat people every day.

Seeing Ling Mo's determination, Tang San didn't have the nerve to refuse, so he directly led the way.

Ever since he learned that Ling Mo had mastered the Tang Clan's unique skills, Tang San had relaxed his guard against him and felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with him.

Maybe they are the same kind of people, so they resonate in their hearts.

Following Tang San to the Holy Soul Village, Ling Mo finally saw with his own eyes the legendary Douluo Novice Village.

Holy Soul Village can almost be said to be a transfer station for time travellers. Almost every particularly good time traveler leaves from Holy Soul Village.

It was either Tang San's younger brother, older brother, or neighbor, forcing a relationship in various ways.

I don’t know what kind of abuse Tang Hao caused back then. He obviously only had one son, but suddenly there were so many people claiming to be his father!

Maybe he himself is a little confused, I obviously only have one son, what are you calling nonsense...

"Tsk, tsk, it turns out that the legendary Douluo Novice Village looks like this..."

Although it is next door, Ling Mo has never been to Holy Soul Village before. This is the first time to come to Holy Soul Village.

At this glance, it is not as beautiful as Daoxiang Village. Unlike Daoxiang Village, this Holy Soul Village is full of blue silver grass, growing everywhere.

No wonder Tang Hao chose to settle here, because there are so many Bluesilver Grasses!

"Is this your home?"

The small shabby house next to the big tree didn't look any better than Lingmo's small tree house, just a little bigger.

"Yes! This is my home. It may be a little shabby, but it's barely liveable..."

Tang San also looked a little confused, he had no choice, even if he wanted to renovate, he didn't have the money.

"It's not bad! It's much better than my little tree house..."

Following Tang San into his house, the darker room inside caught Ling Mo's attention. If he guessed correctly, the person sleeping in it should be Tang Hao, right?

"As expected of an alcoholic! I'm still awake at this hour..."

Ling Mo didn't want to provoke that drunkard. That guy even dared to beat the Pope. Whoever provoked him would be Shabi...

"You sit here first, I'll go see how the porridge is..."

With that said, Tang San went to fiddle with the porridge he had cooked. After cooking it for so long, it must be cooked, right?

With nothing else to do, Ling Mo followed him and found that although this guy was capable, his cooking was really hard to praise. "

"Holy shit, what did you cook? Is it mushy?"

There was nothing in the porridge, not even rice, it was all water. Ling Mo felt disgusted just looking at it.

"Okay, okay! Just step aside and look at me..."

Tang San's family is not reliable either, they are too poor! You don’t even have rice to cook porridge…

Moreover, Ling Mo really couldn't praise his cooking skills. In order to fill his stomach, Ling Mo decided to do a big job.

"what are you up to?"

Tang San was puzzled. Seeing Ling Mo busying himself, he didn't look like an outsider at all, but like a master.

"Make porridge. Go outside and pick some mushrooms! It just rained yesterday. There should be a lot in the woods..."

After inviting Tang San to go out to pick mushrooms, Ling Mo had already started to go out and wander directly to the Holy Soul Village.

Before long, he came back carrying a bag of rice, making Tang San confused. What did this guy do? Where did this rice come from?

When it comes to deception and deception, Ling Mo is definitely an expert in this field. If you want to get a bag of rice, you only need to use your brain and you will get it.

It's just that I don't know if the kid's father will beat him to death when he comes home. This is none of Lingmo's business, just fill his stomach.

"Today, I will let you know what cooking porridge means... People say that you need to know how to use resources rationally. Why haven't you thought about making good use of such a good resource in the mountains? Every day Just eat this gruel and look at how skinny you are..."

In terms of cultivation, Tang San was definitely at the genius level, but in terms of life, he was relatively poor! Being constrained by existing resources and not knowing how to utilize resources elsewhere.

This may be because he has stayed in Tangmen for many years and has not had the opportunity to go outside, so he does not understand these things.

After washing the rice and putting it in the pot, Ling Mo went out again. Tang San became more and more confused about what he wanted to do.

No...just over ten minutes passed, and he ran back with a wild boar on his shoulders.

"Quick, quick, get the knife, I'm going to kill you today..."

Tang San was completely confused! Is this guy a god? Why does he feel that all these years have been in vain? Every day it's either gruel or porridge. When this guy comes, it's either pork or rice.

No wonder, Tang San was an honest man, how could he do such deception and deception.

"Today, I'll let you try my craftsmanship and make you a mushroom stew porridge..."