I sell pots in Douluo

Chapter 157 Tang Hao’s thoughts, Bibi Dong turns on the time machine

"Xiaosan, you are confused. Didn't I tell you not to use this thing until there is a crisis?"

"Even in times of crisis, can we not use it or not use it?"

Tang Hao looked shocked and confused.

He didn't expect that Tang San, who had always been mature and prudent, would make such a ridiculous decision.

Are you blaming me?

I am a victim, and you actually beat me up?

Tang Hao's words instantly let Tang San break his defense.

He no longer cared about Tang Hao's identity, and said coldly: "Don't you understand at this moment, it's not that I am impulsive, but that I have fallen into a desperate situation?

If you hadn't wanted to be dissolute and deal with the elders of Wuhun Palace, you wouldn't have come to this point if you had taken me away earlier. If I hadn't opened a bunch of life-saving pills in the jar, you wouldn't even be able to see me now."

"Did you know? Among the people chasing me, two of them also possess martial arts skills. The other one is also a powerful soul king. Tell me about this situation. How can I, a great soul master with level 30 soul power, escape?

?”

Tang San endured it for a long time and finally exploded.

It’s okay not to have such a father.

"Taking a step back, if you had been a moment earlier, I wouldn't be like this."

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

this.

Tang Hao was speechless.

Only then did he realize his oversight.

Yes, I was still too hasty. I just wanted to avenge my past humiliation, but I didn't care too much about the strength of the three people in Wuhun Palace.

In his opinion, although those three people were older than Tang San, Tang San was a genius, and they couldn't be much stronger than Tang San.

What's more, on the way here, Tang San also showed Tang Hao something called the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

He even thought that Tang San had the possibility of killing those people.

"Mistress, I'm sorry, it was me who hurt you." Tang Hao apologized dryly, his voice full of regret.

If he wasn't eager for revenge and wanted to kill Ghost Douluo and others, why would he be like this?

"sorry?"

"What I'm like now can be solved by just saying I'm sorry?"

"If you hadn't brought me to Wuhun City to open some jars, would I be what I am now?"

Tang San's heart burst out with endless resentment at this moment.

If nothing happens during this trip, it can be said to be a fruitful one.

But now he is not happy at all,

Because there is much more lost than gained.

"Xiao San, I understand how you feel. But what I want to say is that what you are missing may not be irreparable!"

Tang Hao comforted Tang San.

"Make up for it? How to make up for it?"

"Are we going to build a fake one?"

Tang San said with a look of despair.

"Of course not."

Tang Hao shook his head, looked at Tang San and said seriously: "If this matter happened to others, it would be useless. But you are different."

"Why am I different?" Tang San was even more confused.

"Because of your martial spirit."

"Can Bluesilver Grass do it?"

Tang Hao suddenly smiled: "Can it coexist with the martial spirit of the Clear Sky Hammer, and can it be matched with the ordinary Blue Silver Grass? Only the emperor of the Blue Silver Grass can become your martial spirit."

"The King of Blue Silver Grass?"

"You said that my Blue Silver Grass martial spirit is actually the Blue Silver Emperor?"

Tang San asked in disbelief.

"You inherited your mother's martial spirit." Tang Hao said, but secretly sighed in his heart.

Mother?

That was a distant word, and Tang San didn't care much about it right now.

He frowned and asked, "I haven't heard the teacher talk about a powerful martial spirit like the Blue Silver Emperor that can be compared with the Clear Sky Hammer?"

"Otherwise, why would I keep saying that I could just listen to what he said." Tang Hao curled his lips in disdain and asked Tang San: "Do you know what the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass are?"

"The vitality is tenacious."

Tang San answered without thinking.

Tang Hao nodded, "The Blue Silver Emperor's ability is to strengthen this ability.

The wild fire cannot burn it out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates. The characteristic of the Blue Silver Emperor is that it is endlessly reborn, and its vitality is extremely strong. It is not difficult to regenerate a broken limb."

Speaking of this, Tang Hao said with some uncertainty: "I think your situation can be regarded as a kind of broken limb."

Life is endless, broken limbs are reborn!

Tang San felt that this was really a turn of events.

Most of the resentment in his heart was gone. He looked at Tang Hao and asked, "Dad, what about you?"

He could see that Tang Hao also practiced the Sunflower Book.

"Yes, just as you guessed, I also practiced the Sunflower Book. But without the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Spirit, I may not be able to recover in this life."

Tang Hao said, his voice full of depression and unnaturalness.

After all, he felt very burdened after being honest with his son.

From now on, what is the appropriate way for mistress to call me?

Call me dad or mom?

He knows that the Sunflower Book is extremely domineering, and the more advanced the practice, the more masculine and feminine it becomes.

"And how should I call my mistress? Son or daughter?"

This is a troublesome question, he shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, Tang San pressed the question and changed the subject, "Dad, how come our Haotian Sect has such a secret method as the Sunflower Book?"

In his opinion, no matter how this technique came about, it is too evil.

Could it be said that people in the Haotian Sect have to take this path after marrying a wife, having children, and passing on the family line?

Isn’t it a little too scary?

Hearing the sound, Tang Hao was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Xiaosan, don't get me wrong, this is not the secret method of my Haotian Sect, but the martial arts technique I opened from the jar shop."

"What? From a jar!"

Hearing the truth, Tang San was shocked.

Tang Hao nodded: "Not only the Sunflower Manual was opened from the jar. Even the magical movement skills that Ghost Douluo showed in front of us today should also be opened from the jar."

Even the Tang Sect's secret skill was revealed from the jar? Tang San was even more shocked.

The originally mysterious shop was shrouded in layers of mist in his mind.

"Let's go. Although there are no people from Wuhun Hall here, it is not a safe place. I will take you back to Shrek Academy first."

Tang Hao didn't say anything more, but wanted to leave here.

"Dad, after you send me back to the academy, are you going to leave too?"

Tang San heard the intention of leaving in Tang Hao's words.

"I'm indeed leaving. I'm going to a place to hone my martial arts skills, and at the same time, I hope to gain more power."

Tang Hao didn't hide anything.

Afterwards, he looked at Tang San's expression of seeking knowledge, and said slowly: "That place is called the Killing City, and it is a very magical place."

Wuhun City.

In the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong looked at the weird time machine in front of her with a complicated look on her face.

The past events in her mind that she didn't want to recall were gradually remembered by her, making her feel like she was about to suffocate.

Normally, she rarely takes the initiative to think about these things. She even tries to forget that past event through various methods.

But the more we forget, the more profound some things become.

"I hope this time machine can be as magical as Lin Xiao said and can help me rewrite that dark life."

"Let me be freed."

Bibi Dong was extremely hopeful that this was a treasure that could really travel through time and space. Her hands were suitable and she made a wish devoutly.

However, she sat on the space-time machine and set the time.

That's where her nightmare began.

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