Douluo: After Reincarnation, secure the script of the group favorite

Chapter 2 Choice
The mist is lingering, and the sun is like strands of golden sand, passing through the shadows of the trees, casting mottled light spots, and falling on the wet land.

The warm sunlight melted the heavy fog in the forest, and new dewdrops hung on the emerald green branches and leaves, flowed down the veins, and finally dripped on the hair of a little boy with black hair and black pupils in plain clothes.

Like an activated mechanism, the little boy opened his eyes, a faint purple light flashed in his eyes, and soon disappeared into the depths of his eyes, disappearing.

"It's already about this time."

The little boy looked up and looked at the rising sun that was already climbing towards the top in the distance. He stood up, patted the grass clippings on his clothes, sighed, walked under the tree, and picked up the one that didn't match his small body. The big straw basket, carried it on its back familiarly, turned its head to look at the red sun in the distance, stood for a few minutes, then turned around, the thin and small body rose up like a ghost, with afterimages every step, ignoring it. The potholes in the mountains, stepping on this strange pace, like walking on flat ground, all the way straight to the home at the bottom of the mountain.

"Suisui, I'm back after picking today's wild vegetables."

With steady steps, the little boy pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and at the same time raised his voice and shouted into the house.

"What are you calling? What time is it?"

The imaginary response did not appear, but another deep and hoarse male voice came out impatiently from behind the curtain only separated by layers of rags.

The little boy paused, looked at the burly man who raised the curtain and walked out, opened his mouth, and called Dad calmly.

A man in a torn robe walked slowly to the table with an empty wine bottle, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it with his head raised.

Sunlight poured into the room from the window, illuminating the man's sallow and haggard features, revealing the stubble that hasn't been shaved for a long time.

His dusty hair was messed up like a messy chicken coop, his bloodshot eyes were lifeless, dull, and smelled of alcohol, just falling on his small face, calm and unaffected. When she was on her son's body, a dark light flashed quietly in her cloudy eyes, and she said in a hoarse voice: "That girl just had a high fever yesterday, and she is still sleeping."

There was no concern or other emotions in the man's voice, as if he casually mentioned someone else, as if it wasn't his own daughter who was sick.

Hearing the words, the little boy's indifferent expression broke a little, and he was tinged with worry, he pursed his lips and said: "Then I will go and give my sister Wen Yiwen the medicine for today."

The man let out a "huh" and staggered back to his room full of alcohol.

He watched the back of the man lift the curtain and leave. Instead of warming the medicine first, he entered another small room, walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand towards the arched ball, and brushed away the soft hair that was sticking to his forehead. , Probing his forehead with the back of his hand to confirm that the temperature was normal, he was relieved, and quietly exited the room quietly.

After the little boy left, the little girl who was "sleeping" under the quilt on the bed slowly opened her pair of clear blue eyes, which still had a hint of waking up.

'He went to give you warm medicine. '

'What a good brother. '

A soft voice sounded in the little girl's mind, with a hint of a smile that was not a smile.

Hearing this, the little girl closed her eyes, and also echoed that voice in her mind: "I would be happier if his name wasn't Tang San." '

'But there is no way, who told him that he is the child of destiny. '

Destiny's Child
The little girl closed her eyes, lying on the corpse with an unshakable appearance.

She is actually not from this world.She is a lonely soul from the 22nd century. She died suddenly because of the mobile game Onmyoji all night long, and she transmigrated to this world where soul power is the main thing and power is paramount.

Same as previous life, her name is also Tang Sui.

Before she knew that she had actually transmigrated into the anime she watched in her previous life—Douluo Dalu, she really liked this brother who really loved and cared for her.

Because of her weak physique since she was a child, even though she was alive for more than five years, she was dragging a weak body, suffering from various illnesses, but her brother Tang San never mentioned giving up or abandoning.

She was really moved and cherished this hard-won family relationship.

However, she was struck by lightning after discovering that their family's deja vu experience, the familiar names of her old father and brother that made her eyelids twitch and some revealing little actions could match up with a certain anime she watched in her previous life.

Done!

Her own brother is actually Tang San, the main character in the script of Meiqiang's tragic revenge!

Then what is she, a little loli who doesn't exist in the original anime at all, and who is always dangling in a gust of wind?It must be the cannon fodder who can't survive one episode and has no choice but to run away!
After learning the truth about the world, Tang Sui was autistic for a while, autistic but not completely autistic.

Because she was wearing her own onmyoji shikigami shell--face spirit and vigor.

What is speaking in his head now is one of the seven ability masks that Mian Lingqi comes with, which represents the wisdom of Fox Mian.

She hasn't seen the other masks since she became conscious, and the fox face has been communicating with her consciousness in the past five years.

"It's Tang San's six-year-old martial soul awakening day soon. You and Tang San are twins. Did you choose to go to the martial soul awakening together, or continue to lie down and hide?" '

The fox face made a sound again, Tang Sui opened his eyes, stared fixedly at the gray ceiling, after a while, turned over with the quilt in his arms, and said softly: "He is my brother, what can I do? "

Of course we can only go together.

Maybe after the awakening of the martial soul, her weak and sick body can also be improved?

However, will she have a martial spirit?
With doubts in his heart, Tang Sui fell asleep again drowsily.

Hu Mian also stayed quietly in Tang Sui's sea of ​​consciousness without making a sound, and the room suddenly returned to its previous silence, leaving only the occasional "squeak" sound of the wind blowing through the wooden windows.

"Clang clang!"

The crisp sound of hammering iron sounded in the hut, Tang San vigorously swung the small hammer in his hand, constantly beating on the same spot of the hot iron.

"Tang Hao, are you busy?"

Just as Tang San hit the same position with force and precision, and made the last blow, an old voice came into his ears from outside the house.

With a sound of "creak", the wooden door of the hut was slowly pushed open from the outside, and the old man with a wooden walking stick stood at the door in good spirits. When he saw Tang San who was smelting refined iron, his eyes lit up, "Little San is here too!" !"

Tang San picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped off the sweat rolling down his cheeks, and greeted the old man with a smile: "Grandpa Jack."

Old Jack, the village head of Holy Soul Village, takes good care of their brothers and sisters on weekdays.

"Hi, Grandpa Jack."

A soft voice came from behind Tang San.

Old Jack looked at the little girl who had moved and sat with a small bench not far from Tang San to help wash wild vegetables.

She was supposed to be a cute little girl in Yuxue, but now she is a thin ball due to congenital frailty and sickness, looks much smaller than Tang San of the same age, her face is as pale and weak as ever, and she can fall down when the wind blows Like, strange people feel distressed.

"Suisui, are you helping brother wash the vegetables? Suisui is really sensible."

Distress flashed across Old Jack's wrinkled face. Just as he was about to continue talking, Tang Hao, who came out of the house, interrupted him with a dull voice:
"What's the matter?"

—— Digression——

If it’s important, repeat it again, don’t raise Wen QAQ, it will kill you, make a card and sign every day, and it’s worth it (waving the flag and shouting)
(End of this chapter)