Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 117 117. Unquiet night

"you?!!"

Tang San hesitated to speak, his expression was complex. The white moonlight in my mind now has dark face and hands, looking like a "beautiful" person who came out of the coal mine.

Xiao Wu stood beside the stove at a loss...

However, as a soul master, she has quick eyesight and quick hands, so burning down the house is impossible!

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu seriously and said "concerned" in a soft voice.

"Xiao Wu, from now on... you should leave all this kind of rough work to me!"

Xiao Wu felt warm in her heart, but when she looked up and saw Tang San's slightly distorted face, she instantly realized that he didn't care, he clearly disliked her!

But she... really wants to help!

That’s right, I’ve never done this job before!

"Ahem, Xiao Wu, there isn't much water at home!"

Even if you drive her away, your feelings will still fade away!

Xiao Wu pouted, turned around and walked out reluctantly.

Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead and opened the pot lid curiously...

"It's so thick...the water, and the water floating on it..."

Is that rice husk?

Tang San's expression became even more broken.

"This rice...hasn't been washed or washed, has it?"

Xiao Wu had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot, turned around and asked in confusion.

"Do you need to wash the rice? Also, what is Tao?"

Those cute little blank eyes...

Are you serious? ! !

If you don’t wash the rice, will you eat porridge or sand?

At this moment, Tang San's fantasy image of the future "good wife and loving mother... Xiao Wu" completely collapsed!

Tang San didn't want to discuss this issue and said perfunctorily.

"It doesn't matter. You are covered in soot and black. Go and wash it off!"

"what!"

Xiao Wu looked at her hands, which were as black as coal, and disappeared in a flash.

Without Xiao Wu's "help", Tang San only took half an hour to cook a pot of porridge.

Tang Hao woke up either because he smelled the fragrance or because he had had enough sleep.

"Dad, are you awake?!"

Tang San was very happy.

Tang Hao is his only relative and one of his most important concerns in this world.

"Ah."

After the joy passed, Tang San solemnly promised.

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to help you recover!"

Does Tang Hao know his situation?

Of course I know!

He even expected this result before using the Big Sumeru Hammer to explode the ring. No, he should have expected a more serious consequence, death... and he could accept it.

Now, I can save my life, I can still move, I can still see my son and my wife...

He was already very happy and satisfied.

"Mistress, you don't have to worry. Dad is fine. As he is now... he's actually pretty good!"

What an unexpected open-mindedness!

But Tang San felt even more guilty: If it weren't for him, his father wouldn't be like this.I must find a way to cure dad!

"Dad, let's drink some porridge first!"

Looking at the spoon handed to his mouth, Tang Hao shook his head firmly.

"Your dad is not injured enough to get up. You help me get up and we go to the dinner table to eat."

Only then did Tang San react: Yes, Dad wants to be strong all his life, how could he allow such a thing to happen!

Tang San didn't say anything and directly started to help.

He hugged Tang Hao's thin body, his whole body was light and airy, as if there were only bones left in his body.

Tang San's eyes turned red again, but he resisted not to look or think about it, because he didn't want Tang Hao to see it.

Presumably, Tang Hao didn't want to see him like this.

Tang San did not use the more convenient way of carrying or carrying him, but supported Tang Hao and slowly walked to the table in the hall.

...

night.

"Bang...bang!"

Zhou Ting was in a bad mood when he woke up from his sweet dream.

"Who?"

"I!"

A deep male voice.

<divclass="contentadv">It's Tang San!

What are you doing here at this time?

Lighting the lamp, Zhou Ting let Tang San in.

"It's so late, is something wrong?"

"Ah."

Tang San nodded, his attitude was very... awkward.

Speaking of which, Tang San is still very flexible. I remember when he originally recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan, he couldn't defeat the elders of the Haotian Sect, so he gave in and became a good grandson.

When the elders were confident, he would strike hard, directly saying that his father was right, and defeating the elders...

Well, this is very much in line with modern people’s concepts.

If you are weak, you will be humble; if you are strong, you will be proud!

After all, a good man doesn’t suffer the consequences of his immediate life!

Look, our ancestors have already found a reason for us!

"Thank you for your help with today's matter. I am very grateful..."

After a pause, Tang San seemed to have made some kind of determination.

"I have several self-created soul skills, which are similar to meditation methods: Xuantian Gong..."

"Eye Technique: Purple Demonic Eyes..."

"Footwork: Ghostly Shadow..."

"Hidden weapon technique: Xuanyu hand..."

...

Tang San introduced everything he had learned in detail before finally speaking.

"You can choose any one!"

The words... are like gifts and alms.

Anyway, Zhou Ting felt quite uncomfortable.However, there were benefits offered to him. He did not reject it immediately, but thought about it seriously.

Among Tang San's martial arts, the most special and important ones are naturally the Xuan Tian Kung and the Purple Demon Eye.

However, when Zhou Ting thought about it carefully, he was surprised to find that... he didn't seem to need it!

What Zhou Ting practices is the natural (universal) meditation method, which itself combines the cultivation of soul power and spiritual power, and is a fusion of the two.

Of course, the meditation method focuses more on the cultivation of mental power. It is far inferior to Xuantian Gong in terms of blessing and development of physical strength.

However, for Zhou Ting, it is actually enough.

As for the martial arts skills such as Ghost Shadow and Mysterious Jade Hand.

Zhou Ting knew in his heart that when his mental strength was strong enough, he could do the same thing without learning these martial arts, and he could even do it even more powerfully.

and so…

After a while, Zhou Ting sent Tang San out the door with an expressionless expression.

"Bang...bang bang."

"What day is today?"

Helpless, Zhou Ting got up again and opened the door.

"Xiao Wu... why are you here this late at night?"

Yes, it was Xiao Wu standing outside the door.

"I have something to do with you!"

After that, she walked into the room minding her own business, looking carefree and not at all aware of the situation.

Just when Zhou Ting was about to close the door, there was a "squeak" sound, and the door to the opposite room opened. A beautiful girl in pajamas stood at the door, looking straight at him.

Zhou Ting simply reached out and invited the girl to come over and chat with him.

then…

Under the dim light, a man and two women looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, speechless.

Xiao Wu stared at Zhu Zhuqing, raised her eyebrows, and looked coldly: I have something to do with this kid, why are you not sleeping and following me?

Zhu Zhuqing was not to be outdone, his eyes were firm: I have something to do too!

...

Soon, the two girls were immersed in the eye-to-eye fight, and they were so excited that they even forgot about the existence of Zhou Ting.

And Zhou Ting...actually fell asleep.

This is wrong!

Didn’t we agree that if men and women live in the same room, they will understand each other well...