Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

The so-called centipede insect is dead but not stiff, which is also extremely applicable to creatures such as snakes.

So now the two fathers and daughters talk to each other about their own safety like folk songs.

"Dad, where are you—? Are you okay—?"

Yu Yuyi put her hands next to her mouth, as if this could make her voice louder.

The replying voice in the distance was a little weak, but you could hear it: "I'm okay——! As long as you are safe——! I will come over to find you later, please pay attention to the safety around you——!"

"OK--!"

After singing the folk song (bushi) and telling each other that they were safe, Yu Yuyi returned to a position a little distance away from Tang San.

She didn't say anything, but squatted down and curled up into a ball.

Only when Tang San got closer did he hear what she was saying.

"So scary, so scary, so scary..."

Tang San didn't understand: "Why are you feeling scared now? It was so dangerous just now."

Yu Yuyi's voice paused, and her whole body trembled. After a long while, a voice as big as a gnat came out.

"I said it so quietly, why did you come running over..."

Realizing that he seemed to have hurt the girl's face, Tang San touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, it's just that I was worried about your injury."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Then I forgive you."

Yu Yuyi lifted her little face from her knees and began to think about Tang San's original question.

"I'm very scared. Whether it's just now or at the beginning, I've always been scared."

"Then why did you...?"

"Because dad let go of my hand." Yu Yuyi answered matter-of-factly, "Dad was standing in front of the mandala snake. Luo Luo was bitten just now, and the snake spit out poisonous gas... I'm very sad Worry about him..."

Tang San looked at Yu Yuyi seriously, "But you are not sure whether you have the ability to protect yourself."

"I..." Yu Yuyi was short of breath, still holding her neck and said, "...I won't die. And it doesn't matter if I die. Dad has you as his disciple now, so it doesn't matter if I die..."

At the end of the conversation, Yu Yuyi felt a little weak against the terrifying aura of Tang San, a small person in front of him.

"This is different." Tang San said word by word, "This is different."

"What's different..." Yu Yuyi was almost annoyed to death by Tang San's more serious character. It's obvious that everyone survived, so that's fine, so why do we need to go into so many details.

Tang San might also be aware of the impatience in Yu Yuyi's eyebrows, but he could also see the little girl's guilty conscience and self-destructive tendency. He said: "I am the teacher's disciple. Although I am a teacher once and a father forever, I can support my teacher till the end of my life, but as a parent and son, you are different after all. You are the continuation of his bloodline..."

Before Tang San could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by Yu Yuyi, "Not his own son."

"...What?" Tang San was a little hesitant, he hadn't reacted yet.

Yu Yuyi raised her face and smiled: "I said, we are not our own children. Are you satisfied?"

She was obviously smiling, and the arc of her smile was obviously the same as before, but Tang San subconsciously saw that the girl in front of him was crying with tears streaming down her face.

"Do you want to continue asking? Tang San."

She didn't use that title this time, Tang San thought subconsciously.

Yu Yuyi lowered her eyelids and looked at the dappled sunshine cast by the shadow of the trees not far away, and whispered: "Do you have anything else to ask?"

They have said that they are so strange yet so damn similar, and her beginning has always started with being abandoned by others.

"If there is no problem, I..."

This time, it was Yu Yuyi's turn to finish her sentence.

Tang San came forward and hugged this girl who was curled up in a ball, scared and brave, timid and not afraid of death, who was obviously smiling but seemed to be crying, like a collection of contradictions.

"sorry."

He held Yu Yuyi in his arms and patted her back. Perhaps because he was afraid that the injury from being swept by the snake's tail would be too severe, Tang San subconsciously used his strength very gently. It was not so much a pat as the kind of smoothing the fur of an animal. caress.

"Tang San...I hate you the most..."

That's what it says.

But Tang San felt that the clothes on both sides of his waist were being pulled tightly. Although there were no signs of getting wet inside the clothes,...

Tang San subconsciously ignored Yu Yuyi's dislike and hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry, I hate it the most."

"..."

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By the time the Datura Snake stopped struggling, its original appearance could no longer be seen around it.

Similarly, the condensed yellow soul ring is so bright in the dark night, just like the sand that Yu Yuyi turned into before, shining like a point of light in the dark night.

Tang San turned his head to look at Yu Yuyi, who had already become sleepy due to the fatigue of waiting, and now her head was moving a little bit.

There was also a master who hurriedly arrived not far away.

"teacher."

Tang San stood up and jogged a few steps to the master.

The master stopped Tang San, looked at Yu Yuyi, who was somewhat responsive but still confused, and said to Tang San: "Xiao San, go and absorb that century-old spirit ring. I have seen it. This mandala snake is nearly four feet long." Mi, has almost four hundred years of cultivation, which is exactly the limit of a normal child's first soul ring."

"But teacher, I am a plant spirit, and that mandala snake is a beast-shaped spirit beast. Can I make it a spirit ring?"

The master smiled and touched Tang San's gray hair, and said confidently: "Yes, many of the theories I compiled mentioned that spirit beast spirit rings that do not conform to the characteristics of martial spirits can also be absorbed. But there is always a premise. For example, soul masters with beast martial souls cannot absorb poisonous soul beast soul rings, because then they themselves will be poisoned. On the contrary, soul masters with weapon souls can absorb most of the soul beast soul rings. Unless the martial soul is too powerful and has exclusive attributes."

"Although Bluesilver Grass is weak, it also means that it will not exclude any additional attributes. It is very tolerant and malleable. However, because most of the people who own Bluesilver Grass are children who have no cultivation qualifications, That’s why there is no reliable data to support its plasticity from beginning to end.”

Tang San's eyes gradually lit up, and he understood what the master meant, "So the mandala snake is the best spirit ring we discussed when we came here, with added toughness, and preferably poisonous."

"Yes, Xiao San, your understanding is correct." The master looked at the dark sky, with only a few scattered stars in the sky that had been swept away to illuminate them. He patted Tang San on the back, "Go ahead and cross your legs." Sit tight and keep your martial spirit in mind."

"Okay." Tang San took a few steps forward, sat cross-legged on the flat ground not far from the Mandala Snake, raised his right hand, and with a light blue halo, the Blue Silver Grass swayed freely. It grew from the palm of his hand.

Pulled by the faint blue halo, the yellow century-old soul ring was like a collar on the small and thin blue silver grass.

At that moment, Tang San felt an unprecedentedly powerful pressure. It was something he had felt for a moment when he discovered Douluo, but now it was like a wave, washing over him over and over again.