Douluo's Bird of Time

Hearing Tang San sigh, as if something was bothering him, Jiuchao thought to himself, if the third brother was in trouble, he would use his own abilities to help him solve it! Hmm... that should be possible, right?

Although he doesn't have any abilities now...but, he will have them in the future!

Seeing Jiuchao caring about him, Tang San felt extremely soft and smiled: "It's okay, don't worry."

Facing Jiuchao, he couldn't be serious at all. He was a typical good brother who doted on his younger brother - yes! He is the kind of brother who, even if his younger brother goes up to the house to unveil the tiles, he will keep his head down for fear of falling!

In his previous life, Tang San had no relatives. In this life, he had a father, but this father rarely cared about him. Later, he had a younger brother who was picked up by his father. Although he was not his biological brother, two years of getting along day and night made Tang San love this child who relied on him as a younger brother from the bottom of his heart. Compared to Tang Hao, perhaps this younger brother who was not related by blood They are the people closest to him.

Jiuchao said seriously: "If you have any trouble, just tell me and I will definitely help third brother!"

Tang San laughed and hugged him, "Okay, okay, Jiu Dynasty is the most powerful."

Jiuchao was satisfied, and there was no trace of Tang San's tone of coaxing the child. In Tang San's heart, Jiuchao was a real child, with a simple mind, sensitive and timid, and didn't know a lot of common sense. He would occasionally get into trouble in a daze, and his favorite thing to do was to follow his brother around - wasn't this? A child?

He had lived for who knows how long, and his life was just a time bird eating and sleeping. After transforming, his mind was probably similar to that of a human child, so Tang San was not wrong. After all, not every child is as sensible and capable as Tang San, a pseudo-child with memories of his past life and whose soul is actually over thirty years old.

"Let's go, it's time to go back. If you don't go back, the porridge will be burnt." Tang San took Jiuchao out of the big bird's nest. Jiuchao was very light and felt really light when he held it, as if he could fly at any time. It feels like going to heaven.

Happily nuzzling into Tang San's arms and stretching again, Jiuchao jumped from his arms to the ground, pouting and muttering: "Why is it so mushy? So much water was added..."

When he heard his words, Tang San was not angry, but rather sad and helpless. Indeed, how could it be burnt after adding so much water? A pot of porridge is full of water but not a few grains of rice, but there really isn’t much food at home!

Tang San thought about how little Jiuchao often hugged him and cried out when he was hungry, and suddenly felt extremely distressed. Jiuchao was only so young, but he couldn't have enough to eat every day...

He wished he could grow up quickly and find a job to earn money to support his younger brother.

Tang San didn't know that Jiuchao's cry of hunger was not the reason he thought, no matter how much food he had, it would be useless. Although Yin Jiuchao did not eat well in the past two years, he was not hungry. After all, Tang San was very good to him. He gave him everything he had to eat first, and he also found ways to add extra meals from time to time. Comparing the two children, Jiuchao seems to be the one with better nutrition.

The reason why he is crying is because the bird of time feeds on time. Now that he has transformed into a human, his martial soul has not been awakened, and he has lost all his abilities. He has not eaten time for a long time, and his mouth is greedy and his stomach is empty, so he is crying.

Tang San and Jiuchao returned home together. As soon as they entered the door, the smell of rice filled their nostrils. Tang San was busy in front of the stove, while Jiuchao just watched obediently, neither talking nor making trouble. After a while, Tang San Three bowls of porridge were served and placed on the table. Jiuchao couldn't wait to sit in front of the table, picked up a spoon and took a mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

"Xiaojiu, slow down, be careful not to burn it." Tang San warned.

Jiuchao squinted his eyes and shook his head, as if to say, he was not burned.

Tang San watched him eating with relish and couldn't help but smile. Then he turned to a closed door and shouted: "Dad, it's time to eat!"

After a while, the door opened. Tang Hao, sleepy-eyed and smelling of alcohol, staggered out and sat down at the table. As Tang Hao walked over, Jiuchao held the bowl and looked at him warily, his body tensed slightly while he sipped the porridge in small sips. He is still afraid of Tang Hao, but he is not so afraid that he was so frightened that his whole body trembled even though he couldn't even speak. Even if he was still very careful not to make any noise to attract Tang Hao's attention, at least he dared to sit at the same table with Tang Hao to eat, which was definitely a big improvement.

Tang Hao ignored the two children, picked up the bowl on the table and swallowed it in large gulps, finishing it in a few times, and then Tang San served him another bowl.

At this time, Jiuchao had finished a bowl of porridge. He did not speak, but looked straight at Tang San with a pair of big blue eyes. When Tang Hao was around, Jiuchao would never speak.