I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 2 May 6th

Author: Mo Mo You Wen

Chapter 2 May 6th

Eleven days later, Tang San had already swung eight thousand twenty-four hammers. I counted them one by one. Looking at the sweaty young man hitting the iron bumps with the hammer, each hammer hit seemed like seconds ticking, especially

Under hypnosis, my upper eyelids pulled down and my lower eyelids curved.

This iron knot was so unbearable that it had shrunk to one-third of its original size. It was so tiring to float around, so I gently floated onto Tang San's hair and enjoyed the real rocking chair.

Yeah, he is very comfortable. He is not worthy of being compared with Duke Zhou in terms of having sex with his mistress.

Say it again.

How can a human being be addicted to male lust!!

This is wrong.

Tang San felt a slight touch on his head and secretly laughed, this was... unable to float.

Although my thoughts were changing, the hammer in my hand still hit the big...small iron lump steadily.

Tang Hao was lying on the bed inside, with a sallow face and dull eyes, but his eyes were filled with memories.

He had seen Tang San's efforts and persistence in the past ten days or so. Originally, he had expected that no matter how capable the child was and his natural powers, he would give up within a few days, but he could teach him a lesson naturally.

Let him be an ordinary person. But now, Third Sister, our bloodline will not settle for the ordinary after all.

The sun fell in through the window at eight or nine in the morning, and a few rays fell on Tang Hao's face, illuminating the man's pride.

"Work harder and we can finish it today," Tang San said with high spirits outside the room, unaware that his old father was already very proud of his son.

During the boring process of forging, Tang San's heart was not at peace. He knew too little about this strange world. He had stayed in this small village since he was born. He eagerly wanted to know what the outside of the village was like, what was above his head.

What is grass? I also want to explore a wider world.

During the conversation with the villagers, he learned that on Douluo Continent, there is no martial arts in his world, but everyone has something called martial arts. It is said that only a very small number of people's martial arts can be cultivated to form a profession.

, is called a soul master, which is the most noble profession in the Pancontinent. In his last life, Tang San was brutally hunted for secretly learning his sect's secret skills as a foreign disciple, and was not allowed to jump off a cliff to express his ambition.

This also made him understand the truth that a person's potential is not enough, but his status is equally important. Without status, no matter how great his potential is, it will be in vain.

"Tang Hao, you're busy," while Tang San was struggling hard to knock the small iron lump ten thousand times, an old but energetic voice came from outside the door.

"Mistress, why is it you?" Old Jack, who is in his sixties, has a slender figure, his hair and clothes are meticulously arranged, and he is clean and tidy.

"This Tang Hao, you haven't gotten up yet, and you ask a six-year-old child to do such a heavy job. How can you be a father?" Old Jack frowned and became angry. He walked towards the inner room with a cane, "Tang Hao, I

I’ll beat you to death for being disrespectful to the elderly and the young.”

Tang Hao had heard the noise a long time ago. He scratched his head lazily and opened the door curtain, avoiding Old Jack's cane.

"My children need to exercise more. They can learn blacksmithing and run my shop. What's wrong with that?"

"Huh," Old Jack had never hit Tang Hao before, but he couldn't lose his momentum. Every time he came, he would yell at Tang Hao several times. He looked at Tang San who came over and smiled and said hello to him, and reached out to touch his head, but...

I don't want to be avoided by Tang San.

"Grandpa Jack, if you touch your head, you won't grow taller," Tang San didn't want anyone to touch the grass on his head, so he had to make up a childish excuse.

And Old Jack laughed heartily. Tang San had matured precociously since childhood, and it was rare for him to be so cute. "Okay, okay, don't touch your head. Today is May 6th. In three days, this year's awakening ceremony will be held. Xiaosan remembers to attend," his kind eyes were friendly.

sound.

Looking at Tang Hao, he changed instantly and frowned, "I will pick up Xiaosan in three days. Tang Hao, please let Xiaosan have a good rest these days. Maybe Xiaosan will become a great soul master in the future. Our Holy Soul Village

We can continue a legend.”

Tang Hao waved his hand nonchalantly, "What's so good about a soul master? He fights and kills all day long. Just be a blacksmith to support yourself."

Tang San just noticed that his father was a little stunned when Grandpa Jack mentioned May 6th. What kind of special day is May 6th? He recalled the situation in previous years, and it seemed that he would drink more tonight, and the next day

I was so drunk that I continued to sleep soundly until evening.

Old Jack gave Tang San some instructions and then left.

"Keep on blacksmithing, what are you thinking about? Come back with more wine in the evening," Tang Hao's expression returned to normal and he said coldly.

At night, under the starry sky, there were bursts of frog sounds coming from the fields, one after another, and the sounds of birds chirping from time to time in the mountains were corresponding. The frog sounds reminded me of the delicious and tender frog meat in the pot. If paired with a cup of pickled plum juice, it would be perfect.

beautiful!

The orange light reflected in the window, Tang San watched his father silently pouring glass after glass of wine into his mouth. Not sure if it was his hallucination, but he heard the swallowing sound mixed with one or two choking sounds. Lying down

I glanced at Tang Hao while I was moonbathing in front of the window. Hum, I miss my wife.

Tang Hao's chicken coop-like hair covered his eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Xiaosan, do you want to be a soul master?"

Tang San said without hesitation, "I want to."

"Why?" Tang Hao drank.

"I want to become strong, protect what I care about, and also want to see the outside world." His voice is clear and he has dreams in his heart.

"Being strong doesn't mean you can protect those you care about!"

"That's because it's not strong enough!"

…………

The starlight shone on the world. After chatting with Tang Hao about life and drinking wine, Tang San returned to his room. Looking at the cold light, he stopped on the bed. I fell from the air and skillfully rolled towards Tang San's bed.

"Sunny bed, here I come~"

"Get out, get out, get out, get out," I spread my body and turned around, no one would see me anyway.

Absolutely cold.

"Is this grass of yours female?" a familiar and clear male voice asked with full surprise.

My whole body became stiff and I floated uncontrollably.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s been seen!!

(End of chapter)