Douluo: The Tang Poison Official Match

"You can see clearly, I am a man." Shen Xiu tried to communicate with the little guy with a headache.

Tourmaline tilted his head, and his big eyes flickered, "Mother, my hair is long and beautiful!" He giggled, his laughter was crisp.

"I'm really not your mother." Shen Xiu deliberately lowered his face, wanting the little guy to change his words.

The tourmaline seemed to be taken aback by Shen Xiu's cold face, and then his small mouth flattened, and crystal tears flashed in his eyes. A small face wrinkled in grievances, and Shen Xiu saw that his grievances were about to be aggrieved. The little tearful appearance couldn't help but soften his tone, "Okay, it's my fault, don't cry."

"I want to hug and kiss~" Tourmaline blinked, how could he still have the distressing appearance of Hyun Ran before, with a bright smile on his back.

To this, the natural acting school Shen Xiu was helpless. He watched the half of the eggshell floating in the middle of the water slowly drifting in front of him, bending down and picking up the tourmaline. The little guy is soft, with a sweet smile on his beautiful face, and as soon as he is held in Shen Xiu's arms, he digs into Shen Xiu's arms, "I want my mother to kiss you~"

Shen Xiu was amused, "I'm calling my brother, not my mother."

The tourmaline wrinkled his nose, as if tears were coming into his eyes again, and Shen Xiu nodded his forehead, "Don't cry. Tourmaline is a boy, so how can you cry all the time? Call my brother, or my brother won't like you. "

"I, my name is brother, brother, don't dislike tourmaline." Tourmaline inhaled his nose, and his eyes were so clear when he was immersed in shallow tears.

Shen Xiu tilted his head and laughed, kissed the little fat face of the tourmaline, and immediately turned the little guy's grief to joy and enthusiastically smeared his saliva.

"Kacha—Kacha—"

Shen Xiu sits leisurely on the big rock by the pool water, with a small tourmaline in his arms, squinting his big watery blue eyes and accepting Shen Xiu's feeding, his two short legs are shaking and shaking. , The blue and white eggshells were bitten out of rhythm.

"Tourmaline, why do you want to eat eggshells?" Shen Xiu snapped a piece from the remaining half of the eggshell and fed it to the tourmaline's mouth, asking curiously.

"The eggshell is made of tourmaline with soul power!" The tourmaline held a small chest with a proud look, and her bright eyes stared at Shen Xiu without blinking, just writing "for praise and praise" on her face. "A few big words.

"The tourmaline is really amazing!" Shen Xiu said this sincerely, and he was secretly speechless. It is worthy of being a 100,000-year soul beast. If you want to realize the soul power, you must compress the soul power to the extreme. No wonder the tourmaline is eating eggshells. That's the essence of soul power.

After chewing the last bite of the eggshell, Shen Xiu looked at the tourmaline carefully, and was surprised to find that the little guy was actually a little taller, but it was the soft and cute meat dumpling.

Shen Xiu fed the rush leaf in his hand to the tourmaline. After a bite of the tourmaline, his face wrinkled, with a pitiful appearance, "Brother, it's so bitter."

The small appearance is really painful, Shen Xiu rubbed the soft green hair of tourmaline, "Sorry, I don't know it is bitter. Then brother will find you sweet fruit, tourmaline is here waiting for brother obediently Okay?"

"Yeah!" Tourmaline nodded heavily, very cleverly, "Brother must be back soon."

"Quickly." Shen Xiu squeezed the tourmaline's fleshy face, and flew out of the cave happily.

The tourmaline sat on Shen Xiu's blanket, fearing that the cold air would freeze on his rocks, and watched Shen Xiu leave. The innocence on his face quickly faded away, and a small pink face was expressionless, still that. The voice was soft, but the tone was cold, "Come out."

[Emperor. A green emerald swan walked out of the passage that Shen Xiu had walked through when he came, and bowed with respect and awe.

"Are you the new patriarch? What happened to the previous patriarch?" The tourmaline's small body spread extremely powerful pressure, which made the emerald swan shook its body and pressed its head even lower. [Emperor, the previous patriarch was designed to explode by the people of Wuhundian, and then was rescued by Lord Shen, and finally volunteered to become the spirit ring of a healing spirit master who was walking with Lord Shen. ]

"The Hall of Martial Souls, it's the Hall of Martial Souls again..." The tourmaline's eyes were a little bit cruel, "They were looking for me and couldn't find them, so they started thinking of my people... Haha, what a martial arts hall. !"

"I have successfully rebuilt. I went back and told my people that I would meet someone in the Spirit Hall in the future. I would rush up to fight if I could. If I couldn't fight, I would find a way to fight!" Tourmaline smiled rather rascally, and waved his small hand. Domineering, suddenly his ears moved, "Okay, he is coming back, you can go first."

[Yes, Huang. ]

The emerald swan left, the tourmaline ravaged the flexible rush blade in his hand, and looked at the boy falling from the sky with a lovely smile.

[You have to pay attention to the one hundred thousand year soul beast. 】

The system's voice sounded abruptly, Shen Xiu plucked a few pink fruits from the tree, and chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I'm not so stupid. Where can I go to be innocent for a hundred thousand-year soul beast?"

system:……

Well, these two are both acting school, why does he always fail to see through? sosad_(:з」∠)_

[The magnificent waterfall descends from the sky with vigorous water vapor.

The violent roar sounded continuously from below the waterfall. The entire waterfall with a drop of 200 meters is showing a very strange scene at this time. At the bottom fifty meters of the waterfall, it was completely broken. The falling water was all rushing around over fifty meters, turning into a large water curtain and pouring from a distance. So that the entire pool below is constantly being rippled by water droplets.

In the large water curtain, one could vaguely see a figure resembling a dragon, standing directly under the waterfall, his body was constantly rotating, and a black small hammer flew up and down in his hand. With every hammer swing, the waterfall falling in the air will rise a few points. The distance of fifty meters is constantly improving.

Sixty meters, seventy meters, eighty meters, and ninety meters. In the water curtain, you can vaguely see the terrifying black light rising up the waterfall like a black dragon.

When the waterfall was impacted and rose to a hundred meters, suddenly, the figure under the waterfall stopped for an instant, and all the movements were reduced to the last point, and it stopped there abruptly.

All the black light exploded at this condensed moment.

Boom-The "Black Dragon" soared into the sky, and the huge waterfall pouring down at that moment was scattered and could no longer condense. At that moment, the waterfall with a drop of 200 meters completely disappeared from the field of vision. The huge black dragon uttered a strong hum, as if it was roaring, and it seemed to be showing its terrifying power. 】

Standing on the shore, Tang Hao looked at the spectacular scene of the waterfall against the current, with a gratified and proud smile on his face. What he couldn't do, Tang San did.

For the past two years, Tang San has been exercising his chaotic cloak hammering technique, and the original lack of explosive power has now reached a level of horror.

With a flash of figure, Tang San had already leapt out of the cobblestone, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand quietly disappeared, replaced by dozens of blue silver grass hitting it out of thin air, pumped onto the water. Tang San took advantage of his strength to soar, and his body fell directly beside Tang Hao on the bank.

During this process, what was inconsistent with his perseverance and temperament was the string of exquisite bells tied with a red string on his wrist, which jingled with his movements, probably because he was afraid of being caught in the waterfall. The impact was hurt, and the bell was protected by a layer of white spirit power.

Tang Hao twitched the bell on Tang San's wrist, sighed, "Little San, have you always carried it with you?"

"This is left to me by the minor repair." Tang San shook his head without hesitation, and looked at the string of bells with gentle eyes.