Douluo's blood saw grass

Naturally, Fang Ju's cry in his heart went unanswered.

After a long while, Father Fang finally stopped his confusing behavior and put Fang Ju back on the ground.

Fang Ju had a stiff smile on his face, but his heart was full of helplessness and bitterness.

how to say? This feeling is like a long-awaited express delivery. You are on this side of the mobile phone and it is on the other side of the mobile phone.

You watch it leave the warehouse, be packaged by the seller, and then slowly but surely drive towards you along the green line on the screen, which whets your appetite.

But on the day of receiving the package, you opened the package and took a look: I'll wipe it! It’s actually empty! [I feel numb...gif]

but……

Fang Ju lowered his head and looked at his right hand again. Suddenly I felt relieved.

At least there is a consolation prize!

As a time-traveler, I am not completely unfavored by fate. In Douluo Continent, a world based on martial arts, getting a high-level martial spirit is enough for you to settle down.

Why do I still want so much? Thinking of this, Fang Ju couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Yes, fate doesn’t owe me anything, so why should I ask it to give me so much? Why do you think you can get something for nothing by traveling through time? Do you really think of yourself as the son of luck? Punch Soul Saint today, kick Douluo tomorrow? Am I worthy? Who am I? Cheap or not? !

Looking back at the past and present, among so many successful people standing on the top of the mountain, how many of them reached the top by relying on the blessing of fate? As the saying goes, one-third of destiny is determined by fate, and seven-cent depends on hard work! The road to success is always paved with sweat! My own future must be developed with my own hands! [Oli is here!!] [I’m really on fire!!] [Get out of the way, I’m going to hit five! No! Ten! 0(n_n)o]

Like a wake-up call, Fang Ju's series of self-questioning questions instantly calmed him down. He finally accepted the fact that he was not the child of destiny.

"Hey, there's nothing to be disappointed about. I'm thankful that I wasn't arranged to start as a loser." After adjusting his mentality, Fang Ju thought of the protagonists in his previous life who spent "Thirty years in the east of Hedong, thirty years in Hexi" and suddenly felt lucky for himself.

"Son, if you release the martial spirit again, you have to give it a name yourself!" Fang's father suppressed the joy in his heart and finally thought of business.

"Ah."

Hearing this, Fang Ju slowly focused his thoughts. After a while, a double-leaf plant with red awns slowly took shape on his right palm.

At the moment when the martial spirit solidified, as if a blessing came to his soul, a piece of information suddenly appeared in Fang Ju's heart:

Talented Soul Skill: [Thirst for Blood]

Active effect: During battle, the martial spirit can increase its own soul skill power and various attributes of the martial spirit by 20 by absorbing the blood of the soul master/spirit beast.

Passive effect: After the martial soul is taken back into the body, the martial soul will return the blood absorbed during the battle to the soul master in the form of blood essence (hereinafter referred to as blood essence). The blood essence can be integrated into the blood and circulate throughout the body. It can effectively treat the soul master's physical injuries or hidden diseases. If the blood essence remains, the soul master can slightly enhance his physical fitness after absorbing it.

"And there are innate soul skills?!" Fang Ju almost exclaimed in surprise.

Fortunately, Father Fang's eyes were fixed on the martial spirit in his right hand, otherwise he would have noticed the abnormality in his son's expression.

"Fate, it's so wonderful!" Fang Ju couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Gains and losses, every drink and every peck, are all determined.

Who would have thought that he had just awakened a martial soul, and the plot would be so ups and downs! The golden finger that he was originally thinking about did not arrive, and the martial soul changed again. He finally drank a large bowl of chicken soup and calmed down his mood. As a result, another innate soul skill has popped up! This series of changes can be written into a novel! Who dares to believe this?

"Xiaoju, have you decided what to name it?" Fang's father's voice interrupted Fang Ju's thoughts.

"Dad, my martial spirit is called Blood Sawgrass!"

"Oh? Did you think of it so quickly?" Father Fang seemed to feel a little hasty.

"Yeah." Fang Ju nodded affirmatively.

"Is it related to the characteristics of the mutated martial soul? Hmm...could it be the characteristics of blood-sucking?"

"Yes." Fang Ju nodded again, a little surprised at his father's responsiveness.

Fang Zhe said no more. He just frowned slightly, his nails made a small cut on his fingertips, and a few drops of blood dripped towards Fang Ju's martial spirit.

"Thirst for blood, activate!"

As Fang Ju recited silently in his heart, the blood dripping on the two leaves slowly disappeared, and the red lines and red lights on the leaves flickered. There seems to be dragons and snakes lurking in the veins of the leaves. The stems and leaves that seemed droopy due to the continuous release are full of energy again.

"In addition to the obvious changes in appearance, it does seem to have an additional blood-sucking characteristic. Let's take a look at its other characteristics."

After Fang Ze finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to twist a leaf of blood sawgrass and rubbed it a few times.

"Well, the toughness is very good, and the hardness and sharpness of the leaf edges are also sufficient. It also has the characteristics of blood-sucking. It is indeed a high-level martial spirit!" Father Fang smiled slightly.

"But... son, you must remember this!" Father Fang changed the subject.

"In future battles, you must use your blood-sucking ability with caution and restraint. Don't indulge it, let alone take other people's lives for the sake of power! In the world of soul masters, there is an evil that everyone can kill. Soul masters, because of their pursuit of power at all costs, eventually lost themselves and became a street rat that everyone yelled at!"

"There are no evil spirits, only spirit masters who choose to join the evil!" Father Fang stared at Fang Ju and said solemnly.

Fang Zhe's stern gaze seemed to penetrate Fang Ju's soul, making his hair stand on end and his heart terrified!

Then think about your own innate soul skills: sucking the blood of others to heal your own injuries! This is not the characteristic of an evil soul master.

tsk tsk~

If you are obsessed with power and indulge yourself, you will definitely become the puppet of Wuhun. Thinking of this, Fang Ju shivered hard, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his back.

"It seems that you must never tell anyone about your innate soul skills. What soul master wants to be someone else's power bank? Once my innate soul skills are exposed, I'm afraid I will immediately become the soul master's public enemy!" Fang Ju secretly warned in his heart. Own.

"I remember, dad!" Fang Ju's heart was racing, but his face was solemn.

"Okay, just remember it! Let's not talk about it anymore. Mom is still waiting for our good news at home. Let's go back quickly and don't keep her waiting." Fang's father patted Fang Ju on the head, with a look on his face. A smile returns.

"Yes." Fang Ju took back his martial spirit after hearing this, and grabbed Fang's father's extended left hand.

Two shadows, one large and one small, gradually disappeared along the way they came...

However, Fang Ju may never know that in the dark space where the big and small palms are closed, nine red moles are lighting up with a faint red light...

[Author's digression]: Red moles are not simple!!

There is a follow-up.

Stay tuned!