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

Chapter 6
"Dad, is sister okay?"

Tang San watched nervously as Tang Hao stretched out his hand, resting on the pulse of Tang Sui's wrist, as if checking the opponent's body, he didn't dare to step forward rashly, but a trace of disobedience flashed in his heart.

Isn't dad a blacksmith?
Why do you also use the pulse to detect the physical condition like a doctor?

At present there is only Tang San who is born full of soul power but doesn't know how to use this power. He doesn't know that Tang Hao actually released his soul power and walked around Tang Sui's body to check the situation.

After receiving feedback that Tang Sui was actually too weak and unable to support her unleashing the tyrannical mainland's first Wuhun Haotian Hammer, Tang Hao heaved a sigh of relief, looking at Tang Sui's pale and bloodless, let alone other children of his age There will be a baby with plump cheeks and dry lips moving, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Over the years, he has been immersed in the grief of losing Ah Yin, and he doesn't even want to see Ah Yin and the two children born to him by blood.

Because seeing these two children, especially the youngest daughter's eyes that resembled his wife's, Tang Hao would feel emotional and recall the pain of losing his beloved again.

Escape seems impossible to happen to him, Tang Hao, but the reality now is that because of his evasion, the two and a half-year-old children also suffered along with him.
A sense of heaviness swept through his heart, and guilt tormented him.

Tang Hao's other hand, which was holding the handle of the chair, exerted a little force, and the sturdy wooden chair guard suddenly cracked into pieces.

"father!"

Tang San was startled when he saw Tang Hao's unintentional strength in his hands, and he became suspicious, but thinking that Tang Hao was a blacksmith, the strength required for ironmaking suppressed his doubts again this time.

Tang Hao came back to his senses, felt the damp heat on his side face, he raised his hand, roughly wiped the hot tears overflowing from the corners of his cheeks at some point, exhaled a long breath, turned around, and held Tang San's young shoulder , asked solemnly: "Little San, do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San froze for a moment, then looked at Tang Hao.

He didn't want to deceive his father about his choice of life path.

So Tang San hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, complex emotions surfaced on his face that looked a little older, and they all converged into one sentence: "Remember, no matter which path you choose to take, you must hammer with your left hand, Always protect the grass on your right hand, and also protect your sister, understand?"

Mentioning Tang Sui, Tang San's stunned face turned solemn, with a calmness that didn't match his appearance, and solemnly promised: "I will definitely."

No one can hurt his family anymore!

Seeing his son's attitude, Tang Hao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but the only communication between father and son over the years was those few daily sentences.

It was difficult to express the words of concern, so Tang Hao had to change the topic first, and focus on Tang Sui: "Sui Sui should wake up after a nap. When she wakes up, I will call you over again, Ask about Sui Sui's wishes."

If his child was born so outstanding, both twins possessed twin martial souls, in that battle back then...he still had an idea to verify, but it had to be after Sui Sui woke up.

Tang San nodded, just as he was about to bypass Tang Hao and pick up Tang Sui, Tang Hao stretched out his hand first, his strong bronze arms easily picked Tang Sui up from the wooden chair, carried him into his arms, and walked towards the inner room.

"Just leave it to me, little girl. You just released the martial soul for so long, so go and have a good rest first."

"When I wake up after sleeping, I still have something to tell you brothers and sisters."

Tang San, who was just about to catch up, stood still at the same spot, looked at the back of his father holding his sister away, his eyes fell on the armrest of the wooden chair that his father had just crushed, he squatted down thoughtfully, and twisted the ground crumbs, his eyes flickered slightly.

No matter how strong the blacksmith is, it is impossible to crush the wood so neatly.

It seems to be oppressed and exploited by some kind of force
(End of this chapter)