[Sword Three + Doomsday] Poisonous hands have no joy

Tang Lin was speechless. For the first time, he felt lost in the face of the busy communicator.

In the past half a month, Shang Rong didn't take the initiative to contact him once.And Tang Wule would never take the initiative to find her father.When I was sick at home and couldn't get out of bed, I would not make a sound, and I would press my personal alarm to find a doctor or nurse, and I would not ask him for help.As for the studies, Tang Wule can handle everything by himself, and Shang Rong is very relieved of him.

From beginning to end, neither his wife nor his son thought of relying on him.

"Get that knife from my private vault."

Tang Lin's adjutant, Wang Zheng, was a little stunned. In this era, things called knives are almost cold soldiers.But cold soldiers are weapons that almost no one uses, and they are basically eliminated by the Ministry of Armed Forces.

"Yes." But the chief's order must be followed.

"Send it to Wule." Wang Zheng was surprised again, Tang Lin hardly took anything from his own arsenal.Someone once tried to get Tang Lin to take a non-military standard weapon from his private storage. Although Tang Lin struggled, he did not open the private storage easily.

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Tang Wule played with the thing in his hand - a knife between a short knife and a dagger.The unsheathed long and narrow blade seems to have only two sides, and the cold light is awe-inspiring.The dark pattern on the handle is simple and smooth, whether it is held in the hand or flows between the fingers.Tang Wule stayed in the medical department for almost a month, and finally got something warm to touch.

Regarding the knife in Tang Wule's hand, Zhai Quan expressed his silent attitude.The knife was sent by Tang Lin's adjutant himself, so he naturally couldn't say anything.

If it can be taken out openly, it proves that there is no problem with this thing.

Seeing Tang Wule staring at the tree outside again in a daze, Zhai Quan yawned a little, and went back to his temporary research room to rest.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the boy walked out of the room, skillfully avoided the monitoring area, and easily jumped onto the big tree over a hundred feet away from the gate of the medical office.When Tang Wule saw this tree for the first time, the tops of the branches and leaves or the top of the main trunk were basically tender green leaves.Now the whole tree is covered with a layer of rich dark green. From a distance, the greenery seems to be dripping out.

Now Tang Wule is all counting on this tree - the ability to upgrade depends on plants, and there is no way to get ore resources, so it is the same to temporarily replace it with wood.From Tangmen's point of view, there is almost nothing that cannot be used as a hidden weapon.A leaf, a small stone can hurt someone.

It's a pity that with this suit on his body, he can't hide anything at all.

The boy leaned against the tree trunk and relaxed his body to absorb the continuous stream of nearly transparent green spots around him.The short knife with a cold light was thrown from the right hand, and when it returned again, there was a small stack of leaves in the tip of the knife.

Tang Wule wrapped exquisite wooden crossbow bolts in his coat, and these dozens of wooden crossbow bolts already made him feel a little bit.When you don't have what you want, you can only make do with it.

Qualified crossbow arrows must be covered with a layer of special metal, or poison sacs.Such crossbow arrows will only be powerful and harmful when they are shot from the thousand receivers or sleeve arrows at the enemy.But right now, let alone the metal head or the poison sac, Tang Wule almost didn't even have the tools to rub the crossbow arrows.

The large space package that I carry is still cooling down, and I can’t take out anything from the Tang world, and I can’t store things in this world.

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"Wu Le, why are you up there alone, come down quickly!"

Tang Wule blinked, quietly hid the knife in his waist, and turned sideways to block the coat placed on the tree.

Tang Lin came here alone again this time. Standing under the tree, he saw the lonely back of the child.It was just a glimpse between the leaves, but he was sure that the person on the tree was Tang Wule.

He couldn't remember the last time he talked to his son.In fact, ever since Tang Wule grew up, the communication between father and son became less and less.

Sure enough, what Tang Rin responded to was the other party's silence.

Tang Wule really didn't know how to respond to his father.

Whether it's a father like Tang Lin or a father like Tang Aoxia, he doesn't know how to communicate with them.Tang Aoxia has two sons, Tang Wuxun and Tang Wule, Tang Wuxun wanted to get closer to Tang Aoxia, and to please him even more.The two brothers had a good relationship, Tang Wule died in Jinshui, and it was Tang Wuxun who rushed to bury his body in Tangjiabao.

Tang Aoxia is old and has lost a son. It would be a lie to say that he is not sad.But he couldn't fall down. Tangjiabao did not have a leader of the dark hall. Although there would be no chaos, a large part of the layout would have to be redone.It took the Tang family so many years of effort to raise a Tang Wule, and now that he was under the sword, the pain had to be endured, and he couldn't attack it.

As for Tang Lin, as one of the leaders of the entire alliance, he is doomed not to devote too much affection to the family. His energy and thinking are all contributed to the alliance.Tang Wule's love for him was not due to the pure blood inheritance, but more because the country needed his ability to continue.

"Wu Le, come down."

Tang Wule didn't answer himself for a long time, Tang Lin was patient enough, he spoke again.

There was no movement on the tree. Tang Lin walked under the tree, raised his head, and met a pair of calm eyes—that was his son.

He couldn't say anything hard, facing such eyes, the guilt in Tang Lin's heart was about to surge out.His son's eyes are full of clarity and clarity, and it is clear that there is no joy.Realizing this, Tang Rin became even more flustered.

The boy jumped down from under the tree, bringing a gust of wind.He took off the gray-black jacket, patted his pants, stood up straight, stared straight ahead, and walked towards the medical department.

Not for a moment.

Tang Lin felt a burst of "wind" from his son, but didn't figure out the taste, and followed him into the medical office.

"Do you like the knife your father gave you?" Tang Lin, the older he got, the more serious his face became.Even if he deliberately softened his tone now, his youngest son didn't like it at all.

In other words, the two of them, father and son, had never sat face to face and had a conversation in such a situation.

Tang Wule put one hand on the table, but placed the other casually on his abdomen.The hand on the table was playing with the scabbard of the knife Tang Lin gave.

Deputy Minister Tang sighed inaudibly. He would not want to know, or must know where his son put the knife.He gave that knife to Tang Wule, so naturally he let the other party dispose of it.As for what his son wanted to do with the knife, that was his own business, and he hadn't considered what would happen if Tang Wule really injured someone with a cold soldier.

Although Tang Lin is not close to his son, he has an inexplicable trust in his son.

He used his private power to replace his friend's son from "N20", but the vacancy in the list was filled by his own son.And Tang Rin's panic was only short-lived—even if Tang Wule was not full, even if Tang Wule hadn't even awakened his abilities.Even as one of the most original planners of this plan, he is most aware of the difficulties and difficulties involved.

How could his Tang Lin's son fail to handle these things!

In Tang Wule's previous life, he was the master of the dark hall. Except for the fourth elder of the castle master of the Tang clan and the old lady Tang, as a man of the "Wu" generation of the Tang family, he was completely out of step with his brothers of the same generation.

He adapts to the dark place and is the superior in the dark place.

In front of Tang Lin, Tang Wule was like a silent and cold bamboo.

From never entering the door to now sitting down, the father and son only spoke a few words.And it was Tang Lin who was talking, Tang Wule didn't say a word.

Vice Minister Tang didn't feel that he was impatient at all. With less than ten days left before his son became an adult, he was about to send his boyish son to the United Front Work Department.

"If you want anything else, you can tell Dad."

As soon as Tang Lin opened his mouth, a pang of regret arose in his heart—according to the normal trajectory, Tang Wule would obediently study in his high school, and wait until he was 25 years old to be unified into the army. At that time, he would have a lot of time to think about himself s future.

Instead of being like now, before one's own optimization ability has been initially explored and correctly guided and used, one must prepare to join an organization that is completely buried underground.In five or ten years, I still don't know when I will be able to get out, and I can't help myself.

As a father myself, it seems that for the ridiculous sense of guilt, I want to try my best to make up for the loss of my son and the disappointment of my wife.

Tang Lin's throat seemed to be stuck, and he obviously wanted to add, "Whatever you like, Dad will try his best to satisfy you, you are Dad's good son..."

I can't say anything.

The young man raised a pair of clear but cold eyes and looked directly at Tang Lin, "You don't have to do anything, I just have it."

Tang Lin looked at the scabbard in his hand, not knowing when it was securely placed on the blade of the dagger.And Tang Wule's left hand was still placed on his abdomen, his movements seemed leisurely, but he protected his vitals within a delicate range.

The tone was flat, and Chad felt speechless when he heard Tang Lin.

You can ask Dad to do something to make up for it?If one time is not enough, how about ten or a hundred times?

"Your basics are not very good. Dad will prepare something for you then." Tang Rin went through his mind several times before choking out such a sentence.

Even if he is not close to his son, how can he not know how much his own son weighs?

Where is the foundation is not good, Tang Wule's body has almost no foundation.There are almost no wood-type mutants in the attack direction. On the one hand, he inexplicably believes that his son can catch up with the progress of "N20". , without any aggressiveness.

This means that no matter which aspect it is, Tang Wule has to start from scratch.