[Douluo] Ye Huo

The semi-circular moon has already sunk into the night, the sky has no stars at all, it is as black as thick ink that cannot be melted, the night sky before dawn is always the deepest.

On the big soft bed, the little bun curled up in the man's arms squirmed slightly, trying to get away from the strong arms that embraced him.

The man moved slightly, and the little bun immediately froze. After waiting nervously for a while, he found that the man was still breathing steadily, so he continued to carefully withdraw from the crook of his arms.

It took a lot of effort to successfully escape without waking up the man, heaved a sigh of relief, Tang San wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, got out of bed silently, picked up the clothes on the table and slowly Walk out of the room slowly and go downstairs.

The man who was still lying on the bed turned over unconsciously, but the corners of his lips seemed to rise a little.

Well, it seemed a bit cold early in the morning, Tang San, who had just left the warm embrace not long ago, put on his clothes and thought about it, and walked into the kitchen gently.

Gently flipping through the things in the kitchen, he skillfully lit the fire under the stove, thought about his father's appetite after getting along with him every day, stood on the small bench, carefully scoured the right amount of rice and put it in In the pot, put a bamboo pot stand, put a plate of golden cakes and two eggs, cover the pot, and put three burnable green sticks into the stove.

Quickly getting ready for breakfast, he walked out of the kitchen and carefully opened the door of the wooden building.

Subconsciously glanced at the small group of golden-red dot stars perched on the sycamore tree not far away that was very conspicuous in the dark night, Tang San showed a smile, turned around and walked to the lawn on the left of the gate to look at the distant sky, crossed his legs Sit down and breathe out rhythmically.

Suddenly, the dark night sky seemed to be cut open suddenly, and the bright fish-maw white appeared from the boundary line between the sky and the earth.

In the whiteness, there seemed to be an extremely pale purple flashing. If one hadn't been staring intently at the sky with extremely high eyesight, it would be absolutely impossible to find that purple air.

Tang San's eyes widened when the purple qi appeared, he inhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on that touch of light purple.

Soon, the white fish maw in the sky was infected by the leaping golden sun, and the faint purple air completely disappeared.

Only then did Tang San let out a deep mouthful of turbid air, and slowly closed his eyes.At this time, the Blue Silver Grass beside him was shaking happily, although it quickly returned to calm.

Opening his eyes again, a faint purple flashed in his pupils, but it was quietly suppressed after a while.The Purple Demon Eye in the Xuantian Treasure Record can only be cultivated by the little bit of purple energy that only appears in the early morning.

Sighing lightly, he stood up and hurried back to the house. In the past, he would have stayed to practice Xuantian Kungfu for a while, but at this time, his father was about to wake up. If he found out, it would be over. After all, he is only four years old now.With the same name and an internal force that is not available in this world, his identity is very easy to guess, isn't it?

But Tang San was still a step too late. When he ran into the room, Tang Ye had already placed chopsticks on the dining table. Eggs were placed on two plates, one large and one small porcelain white jade bowls filled with steaming rice porridge, beside his small bowl was a cup of light yellow egg custard dotted with emerald green scallions .

Standing at the gate at a loss, Tang San opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain that he went out so early.

On the contrary, Tang Ye smiled, and waved to the child first: "San'er misses his father, right? You can't see the blacksmith's shop from the top of the mountain. After breakfast, I'll take you down to see him."

Although Dad explained it to him, why did he feel so uncomfortable? He wanted to say that I didn't think about Tang Hao, I was just practicing, but thinking of Dad's reaction after he knew the truth, he still retreated. Sad because of his deceit, will he be abandoned?

Having obtained what he had been longing for, Tang San already knew what he wanted, and he was even more afraid of losing Tang Ye's love and trust. In the end, he just pursed his lips and trot to the table, and was hugged by the man into the tall little chair.

Putting the small spoon into the child's hand, Tang Ye also sat down and said, "San'er, try the egg custard. Daddy made it specially for you. Take a cup every day, and you will grow taller in the future."

Hearing the man's tone of coaxing the child, he twitched the corners of his mouth, but his heart was warm, with some sourness and guilt in his heart, he lowered his head and quickly wiped away the egg custard.

After breakfast, Tang Ye packed everything on the table into the kitchen, and went down the mountain with Tang San in his arms.As for washing dishes?Naturally someone else will come to serve.

When he reached the entrance of the village, Tang San indicated that he would go down to the ground and go by himself. Tang Ye nodded his nose, put him down without any objection, and instead took his little hand and walked with him to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop .

When the two walked to the door of the blacksmith shop, they just saw the village chief Jack coming out of the house shaking his head.

"Grandpa Jack." Tang San called out politely.

"Little San." Old Jack immediately put on a smile, and looked at Tang San lovingly, seeing that he was wearing clothes made of good fabrics, and his face was rosy and shiny, he was relieved a lot.

Then he hurriedly bowed to Tang Ye and said, "Hi, dear soul master." He knew that this master soul master was the one who bought the mountain outside the village and took his mistress to live on the top of the mountain. I don't know his relationship with Tang Hao, but it is very important to have a good relationship, after all, he is a soul master!

Seeing that Old Jack greeted San'er instead of himself first, Tang Ye knew that the village chief really cared about San'er, so he nodded naturally.

Tang San also relaxed a lot, and said obediently: "Grandpa Jack, are you here to look for, um, what's the matter?" He originally wanted to call Dad, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

"Look for your father to buy a set of farm tools, but he is still sleeping, so I put the list and pig iron on the table. When you go to see him, remember to remind him that I will pick it up in five days. Don't forget, Mr. Jack Let's go." Old Jack waited for Tang San to nod, then bowed to Tang Ye, and left.

After hearing what Old Jack said, Tang Ye pulled Tang San straight in and opened the curtain of the inner room.

Tang Hao lay sprawled on the bed, still reeking of alcohol, and seemed more decadent than before.

Tang San moved his lips, but before he could speak, Tang Hao stood up staggeringly, walked into the hall as if he hadn't seen them, filled the pot with some mushy rice porridge and swallowed it whole, then staggered again lying down on the bed.

As if it didn't matter whether he had his own son or not, Tang San took a deep look at Tang Hao, lowered his head and pulled Tang Ye's hand, and called softly, "Daddy."

"San'er tired? Come on, Daddy will hold you, let's go home." Tang Ye put down the curtain, picked him up very understandingly, patted his back soothingly and walked out.

Tang San hugged the man's neck, closed his eyes and put his head on his shoulder, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

In the room covered by the door curtain, Tang Hao who was lying motionless on the bed smelling of alcohol suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, his shoulders trembled for a long time before he turned his back to the window and fell asleep again.

When walking halfway up the mountain, Tang San suddenly said sullenly: "Daddy."

"Ok?"

He secretly took a breath, and then said: "I am that Tang San from the previous life."

"Hmm." The man paused and continued walking.

"I said, I am Tang San from the Tang Sect, the Tang San you found at the end who jumped off the cliff, I am the son of your previous life!" He roared loudly in one breath.

"En." The man replied lightly, unable to hear the emotion inside.

Daddy's reaction seemed too plain, Tang San was so apprehensive that he didn't dare to open his eyes, but he hugged him even tighter. At this moment, he was both apprehensive and relieved, hiding the feeling from the people he cared about. Really bad.

The atmosphere became somewhat depressing, there was no words all the way, Tang San could feel that they had returned to the wooden house and went upstairs again.

With a bang, he was thrown on the big bed. His heart sank, he immediately opened his eyes and rushed over to grab Tang Ye's sleeve. Seeing Tang Ye's expressionless face, he trembled and clenched his hands even more. The corner of his sleeve, staring at him closely, afraid that he would leave him and leave.

Tang Ye lowered his eyes and brushed his hand away, his sleeves were torn apart by his force.

Tang San clutched the rag in his hand, his knuckles were already blue and white, before he could react, his world suddenly turned upside down, and then his body turned cold, followed by two "pop" and "pop", loud The sound of the beating came to his mind along with the burning sensation in the buttocks.

boom--

His face immediately burned, and the corners of his eyes were also red, not from pain (he could still bear the pain), but from embarrassment—since!Has!actually!Of course!quilt!beat!fart!share!up!

Looking at the child lying on the bed with red marks on his bare buttocks, and burying his face in the quilt, Tang Ye curled his lips silently, and there was a smile that couldn't be concealed in his phoenix eyes.

But his voice is still faint: "Do you know that you are wrong?"

"Hmm." A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"What's wrong?" the man continued to ask.

"I didn't recognize my father immediately after I recognized him." He seemed to have forgotten that the man had never officially stated in front of him that he was the Ye from the previous life.

The man nodded in satisfaction, sat next to the child, and dug him out of the quilt: "It's good to know the mistake, if you keep bored, you will be familiar with it."

Tang San's face turned even redder, but he was extremely happy in his heart, and there was a smile on his face, but it quickly changed shape, because the ass really hurt, and he didn't dare to use Xuantian Kungfu to relieve the pain, and said After all, it was my father's punishment.

"Don't move." The child's skin is still tender, Tang Ye looked at the swollen, red and shiny little buttocks, raised his eyes, asked Tang San to lie on his lap, and opened the bottle he took out from the soul guide. Small box, dipped a little milky white ointment on the pink buttocks with the index finger, and then massaged gently.

"Hmm..." Tang San unconsciously moaned from the crisp, numb and oxygenic feeling on his ass, and immediately bit his lower lip.Cough, his endurance is very strong, the pure accident just now!

"How much does San'er know about this world?" Tang Ye diverted Tang San's attention while kneading the tender meat that felt good to the touch.

"There are two big empires, Xingluo and Tiandou. They don't have martial arts but they have something called martial soul power, and they don't seem to have hidden weapons." What attracted him the most in the Tang Sect was hidden weapons.Most of his common sense is obtained from the mouths of the villagers in the village, and what he knows is very limited.

"The books on the first and second floors of the first bookcase in the study are all about martial soul power, and the first, second, and third floors of the second bookcase are about some forces, folklore, and geography of the distribution of this world." Tang Ye said Suddenly remembered something, and said again: "Can San'er recognize the characters in this world?"

"...I don't recognize it." Even speaking, he learned it by himself for two years, not to mention writing, which Tang Hao never taught him.

The redness and swelling had disappeared, and the buttocks under his hands had returned to tenderness. Tang Ye helped him pull up the pants that had been taken down to his knees, and then turned him over before standing up and saying, "Then Saner will learn to write with me first." , As for making hidden weapons, let's go to Tang Hao's place to fight when we grow up." He knew Tang San's obsession with Tangmen's hidden weapons, so of course he wouldn't stop it.

The author has something to say: ahem, daddy broke his sleeve, and the third son was PP beaten [cover face