What kind of style is this Douluo?

Chapter 6 What is Tang San's painting style?

Chapter 6 What is Tang San's painting style?
A white-tailed chicken crowing interrupted Tang San's dream,

Tang San, who hadn't slept for half the night, rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking maliciously,
If a man's martial soul was a red-tailed chicken, wouldn't he wake up every morning and cry like this?

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help laughing,

Different from the crowing of roosters in the original world, the crowing of white-tailed chickens cannot be just a few sounds, but similar to the barking of dogs. It often takes a dozen or so sounds before it stops.
It's similar to a common rooster crowing to the apex of the sound and then being pressed the pause button, but the sound is still the same,
This is a kind of poultry that grows uniquely in the southern provinces of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Its meat is smooth and delicious, which is very suitable for making soup. It is paired with a white mushroom that is easy to see in the south. The taste is so fresh that Tang San unconsciously licked his lips, and then shook it quickly. This is, Douluo Dalu II on the tip of the tongue?

Wait a moment, Tang San felt that he seemed to have missed some important point, unique?

Hiss. So Guan Yun has never seen that dog before?

That is
The corner of Tang San's mouth couldn't help but twitched into a smirk,
Didn't you dislike me for not giving you a gift yesterday?The third brother will send you a big bomb today, to express his affection,
Then hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out,

Uncle Lore's house on the east side of Holy Soul Village

Uncle Lore was chasing a few white-tailed chickens in the yard frantically with a broom,
There are a series of idioms such as anger, resentment, helplessness, gnashing of teeth, etc. on the face,

After raising these white-tailed chickens, life is really difficult,

It was a day when I didn't sleep well.

In the early morning, before dawn, I opened my throat and howled, and then I had to get up to give them some brooms,
Otherwise, the white-tailed chickens will chat in their own language, and they will not be at peace at all, and they will not be able to stop listening.

Do you think it's over after a little tidying up?

No, no, no, have you seen the classroom when you were a child?Did the teacher stop talking if you were not allowed to speak?They are all beating quiet, and there is more than one beating,
The most important thing is that you have to fight every day,
These chicken cubs forgot all about the beatings they had endured overnight, and the next morning they wailed in high spirits,

And it was also because of the chicken that he was asked to move his family to the edge of the village, otherwise the people in the village would not even be able to sleep well.

Uncle Luo, who was numb and swinging his broom, was filled with despair when he heard someone shouting in a childish voice,

"Uncle Lore, Uncle Lore."

"Early in the morning, which child is it?" Luo Er murmured, then looked towards the source of the sound, his face suddenly softened a lot,
"Good morning, so it's Tang San."

Luo Er, who is not married, naturally has no children, but his love for children is obvious to everyone in the village, especially for the obedient and well-behaved Tang San. In the past, he would send a chicken to the blacksmith shop from time to time,

It was also thanks to the villagers who took care of them, otherwise Tang San felt that he would have been malnourished long ago relying on Tang Hao's words alone.
Hearing the reply, Tang San waved his hands excitedly, stood on tiptoe vigorously, almost jumped up,
Luo Er opened the wooden door of the chicken coop, looking at Tang San in front of him with some surprise,
"What's the matter today, little San? I've never seen you like this before."

Of course, Tang San, who was jokingly called a little adult by the village, had never shown such a happy jumping up today, just like a naughty boy,
"Hey, isn't this a new kid in the village? I want to buy a chicken for his health."

Although Luoer lived on the edge of the village, he also heard about the child who moved in from the village yesterday. He frowned and sighed secretly,
"Hey, when will this continent be peaceful?"

Then he touched Tang San's small head, smiled and said,
"Xiao San is such a good boy, uncle gave you one, wait a moment, I'll kill the chicken for you."

As he spoke, he immediately grabbed a white-tailed hen, muttering,

"You were the happiest this morning."

Tang San had black lines on his face, before he had time to say thank you, he hurriedly stopped Uncle Luoer,

"Don't kill it, don't kill it, I'll catch the live ones and go back, and kill them when I want to eat them, lest the meat won't be stale."

"what?"

Luoer felt a little strange, this white-tailed hen was very troublesome to slaughter, when it knew that it was about to be eaten, it opened its throat and howled, if it could not be killed with a single knife, it would be troublesome, so it was a test of human strength,

But thinking of Tang San's father, that blacksmith should be strong, right?

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll find a rope to tie it up for you, and plug its mouth by the way."

"Okay." Tang San said sweetly, "Thank you Uncle Lore."

etc?Something seemed wrong, Tang San shuddered, isn't this Guan Yun's routine?
Tang San cried bitterly for his change, he was a good young man, ah bah, kid, how did he become such a little kid?Something seems wrong?
Regardless, it was Guan Yun's fault anyway!

Guan Yun, who was beautifully immersed in his sleep, couldn't help but sneezed, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

As everyone knows, Tang San is about to arrive at the battlefield.

Carrying the tied solid white-tailed rooster, Tang San ran towards Guan Yun's place without any hesitation.
Later, I will say that this is a pet given to him, let him keep it first, and then sit and wait for tomorrow morning. Hehehe,
Tang San did not doubt at all whether this thing could trick Guan Yun, the first and only time in his life that he peed his pants because of this thing,
Let me be good, screaming is no different from ghost crying. At that time, Tang San was still hesitating between idealism and materialism.

After all, he's been reincarnated. Is it strange that there are ghosts in this world?Not surprising at all!

If someone told him there were ghosts in his previous life, I, a Buddha Fury Tang Lian, would send him over to make him a human being.
But all my life, I really believed in that evil.

"No, I wasn't such a person before." Tang San shuddered, reflecting on his plan, how could he do such a thing?

Then he hurriedly quickened his pace, after all, he held a living biological bomb in his hand,

"Huh?" Tang San scratched his black hair, "Why do I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

Forget it, don't think about it, I have to throw this bomb to Guan Yun quickly.

On the other side, in Tang San's home,
Tang Hao, who just woke up, stood in front of the dining table, looking around in confusion,

"Where's my breakfast?"

(End of this chapter)