Douluo ancient flame god

Chapter 2 2: Brother, my Wuhun can't be the Blue Silver Grass, right? (ask for tickets, ask for collection)

"Got it, Grandpa Jack, tomorrow I will take Xiaosan and wait for you here on time." Hearing Old Jack's patient persuasion and teaching, Tang Yan seemed a little dumbfounded.

He would also like to tell Old Jack directly that he has a three-life martial spirit plus innate full soul power, and those things that Old Jack is worried about will never come true in him.

But Tang Yan thought about it and decided to forget it. There was only a day's difference between before and after, so it's okay to know later.

Furthermore, telling Old Jack about his situation now is not very easy for him to explain, so it is better not to say it.

"Then grandpa will leave first. Grandpa is the first one to come to your house today, and he has to go to other villagers' houses to inform after that." Old Jack nodded in satisfaction after hearing this, and said to Tang Yan.

Tang Yan said goodbye to Old Jack with a smile.

Saying things like "Grandpa Jack walk slowly" and "You have worked so hard" made Old Jack's face even more happy.

After a long time, Tang Yan returned to the house after Old Jack's figure was completely gone.

He immediately told Tang Hao that he planned to take Tang San to awaken his martial spirit tomorrow, so he didn't have time to cook for him.

Tang Hao had no objection to this, and nodded, telling him to be careful when going out, not to put too much pressure on awakening the martial soul, good martial soul is fine, bad martial soul is fine, with himself, the two brothers will not starve to death .

Seeing this, Tang San on the side seemed a little envious. Although he knew why his father treated his elder brother so well, Tang San still couldn't help being a little envious. After all, such things as father's love were really scarce for him.

"Little San." Tang Hao seemed to be aware of this, and called out to Tang San.

Tang San cast his eyes on Tang Hao, deep in his pupils, there was a little light of expectation: "What's the matter, father?"

That somewhat scruffy face turned towards Tang San, after a moment of silence, he said: "You too."

A joyful smile appeared on Tang San's face, and he nodded heavily: "Good father."

Tang Hao went back to sleep in his room as usual. His habit is to sleep in the morning, blacksmith in the afternoon and drink in the evening, and he is still in his rest time.

Seeing Tang Hao go back to rest in the room, Tang San didn't dare to shout loudly in the hall, and quickly glanced at Tang Yan, beckoning him to enter the room.

Tang Yan nodded, and followed Tang San into the room.Tang San sat down on the bed and asked Tang Yan: "Brother, do you know Wuhun?"

Tang Yan said calmly, "Isn't it the one we awaken tomorrow?"

Tang San said to Tang Yan: "I don't know what kind of martial spirit we have. I heard that the martial spirit is inherited from our parents, and I don't know what the father and mother's martial spirit is."

Tang Yan was silent for a moment, and said: "Father's martial spirit should be related to the hammer. I think he has a special liking for the hammer. As for the mother, I have never seen it, so I don't know."

Tang San glanced at Tang Yan speechlessly, and said: "Brother, what kind of nonsense are you talking about, and a hammer should be of no use as a martial spirit. I think it's better to use a hidden weapon as a martial spirit. Hammers are clumsy and heavy. good."

The corners of Tang Yan's mouth twitched, he knew that most of what he and Tang San said, Tang Hao could hear.After all, he is a Titled Douluo, no matter how decadent he is, he still cannot be judged by ordinary people's standards.

I dare not say it elsewhere, in this small house, as long as Tang Hao is willing, he can naturally hear the sound from any corner of the room.

Thinking of this, Tang Yan still wanted to hint to Tang San not to continue talking, but unexpectedly, the kid thought about it, and then quickly said: "But the hammer is fine, if you give me a blue silver grass, then I'm really doomed That's a waste of martial soul, but don't say it, brother, the probability of this blue silver grass appearing is quite high, we won't be particularly unlucky, there really is a blue silver grass."

Tang Yan covered his face with one hand, thinking that the baby was hopeless.

He replied to Tang San: "Actually, the blue silver grass is not bad, it's quite beautiful."

Tang San curled his lips and said: "It's just like that."

Suddenly, Tang Hao in the room shouted: "Little San!"

"come over!"

Tang San walked in in a daze.

When he came out again, he already had a huge ax in his hand.

Just now Tang Hao gave him an order to "lack firewood at home, cut some firewood and store it at home".

Tang San naturally had to agree honestly, but Tang San was still a little depressed, didn't he just chop wood yesterday?Why do you have to cut it again today?

Seeing this, Tang Yan shook his head speechlessly: "If you don't smack you, you'll earn money......"

In this way, Tang San went out early in the morning and didn't come back until late in the evening, after that he was cooking and washing, and he didn't fall asleep until very late.

Tang Yan did feel sorry for Tang San in his heart, but for some reason, seeing the consequences of Tang San's death, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be stopped.

Early the next morning, under Tang Yan's leadership, he and Tang San quickly met with Old Jack.

Today, Old Jack was the last one to look for Tang Yan again. This was also a small detail that Old Jack considered for Tang Yan. After all, he was the first to look for Tang Yan. You can go to the Wuhun Temple in their holy soul village to awaken the Wuhun.But the last one to come to Tang Yan can save Tang Yan an unnecessary journey.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's go to the Spirit Hall now." When Tang Yan and Tang San joined the team, Old Jack glanced at the children behind him, counted them, and said.

Everyone nodded to Old Jack, and followed behind him in unison. As for Tang San, he murmured to himself expectantly: "I don't know what my spirit is..."

"Blue Silver Grass." Tang Yan said flatly.

"Brother, stop joking, I'm finished with Blue Silver Grass." Tang San smiled wryly.

"I'm not joking." Tang Yan showed an inscrutable smile.

(End of this chapter)