Chapter 117 Tang San lets himself go
Ghost Douluo couldn't stop complaining in his heart.
As we all know, when a person is usually silent, his inner activities will usually be a lot.
Commonly known as Mensao.
Ghost Douluo is such a type.
After seeing Tang San's weird behavior, his heart could be said to be filled with an emotion.
If I want to find someone to talk to, originally, there should be a talker next to me who can open up the topic.
Who is it? It seems to be a broken chrysanthemum.
It turned out that I was missing someone who could speak for me, and this is how I feel now.
Ghost Douluo, who was silently observing Tang San, felt that he was wasting his time. This being born from the union of human and spirit beast always felt that his spirit was not normal.
After continuing to observe for a long time, Ghost Douluo returned to Wuhun Hall.
Tang San, who had escaped the disaster, hung two words on the sign of his already dilapidated blacksmith shop.
"Closed!"
Although these two words are often released.
After all, except when Tang Hao had no money, he was willing to sell some labor force and make some money. He usually just ignored the villagers.
As a Haotian Douluo, I feel grateful to be able to cast farm tools for them, but why do I still ask for this?
I’m used to you!
Tang San was lying on the bed, silently thinking about the future.
A few days later.
In the blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village, hammer sounds sounded one after another, like a child just learning to walk.
The irregular sounds appear chaotic.
Tang San waved the hammer in his hand, even though he had the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Mysterious Jade Hands.
But my internal strength is not enough, and my body is not strong enough. Can my father actually swing such a heavy hammer easily on weekdays?
When people in this world grow up, will their strength increase that much?
Shaking his head in confusion, Tang San put the hammer in his hand on the ground.
Breathing heavily.
He scooped a bowl of water from the water tank and handed it to himself.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
Sitting on the bed that I didn't want to clean and still smelled like my father.
Tang San began to eat today's lunch - spicy rabbit head.
Tang San, who was able to freely use the iron blocks in stock, finally made his first hidden weapon - an inferior version of the Soul-Breaking Nail.
As a master of mechanical concealed weapons, he is preparing to make the Zhuge Liannu.
"The Flying Divine Claw must also be put on the agenda."
Tang San thought to himself while eating the ordinary rabbit he had caught with a concealed weapon.
During these days, Tang San began to learn to be a blacksmith.
You know, he is a master of hidden weapons, and he has the wisdom of an adult, no, far beyond that of an adult.
After watching Tang Hao's blacksmithing for four years, even if he has never tried it, it is just Tang Hao's usual perfunctory operation.
Let the dog learn it after four years of watching.
After a week of familiarity, Tang San looked at the sickle he had made and fell into deep thought.
Why do I feel that the quality of my shots is better than that of my father? Is it my own illusion?
"Oh, mistress, your scythe is much better than that of your damn father. Really, the one he used for me last time broke after just a short period of use.
It's better to be alone, I'll give you a few more copper soul coins. "
The farmer took the sickle and left happily.
Tang San looked at the 20 copper soul coins on the table and was silent. Each of these people were criticizing his father every day.
There is almost always a way to die!
Swallowing a breath of humiliation, Tang San firmly grasped the copper soul coin and put it into his bag.
No way, the iron block to make the sickle is also a cost.
Now I can only feel aggrieved for a moment. A small impatience will mess up a big plan. I need to turn around the funds.
The road is long and difficult.
With a cold snort, Tang San closed the door and put down the window support.
In the dark room, Tang San sat cross-legged and began to practice his Xuantian Technique.
In these days, Tang San suddenly discovered that Tang Hao's departure was not all a bad thing.
At least I no longer have any worries about practicing Tang Clan Kung Fu. The space in this room is completely my own.
Whatever you want, do whatever you want.
Moreover, starting from the first order opened today, I also have a source of income.
As long as you take your time, you will soon be able to grow up. Compared with the few months of picking up iron filings before, it will be much better. Tang San, who began to get used to this kind of life, simply let himself go.
Feel free to do whatever you want.
Practice martial arts, forge hidden weapons, and make farm tools for the villagers.
A four-year-old child raised a family in this way, even though he was the only one in the family.
The people watching were the villagers of Holy Soul Village, who kept sighing with emotion.
Those who hear it will be sad and shed tears, and those who see it will probably be heartbroken.
However, Tang San was enjoying it. Living like this every day couldn't be too happy~——
"Tang Hao has brought it back, please let the Pope make a decision."
Ju Douluo threw Tang Hao to the ground and then spoke.
Bibi Dong looked at the sloppy and lifeless Tang Hao on the ground, and frowned in disgust.
"Ask me to make a decision? Why do you need to ask me for instructions? Tang Hao is an important culprit who killed the previous pope, and he should directly die to apologize.
Since Da Zongfeng went there in person, he captured him.
After cutting off two inherited soul bones of the Haotian Sect and abolishing Tang Hao's cultivation, his death was certain.
Just drag it down and deal with it.
I will then release the news to the outside world. "
"Wait a moment!"
Qian Renxue suddenly spoke, looked at Bibi Dong, and said with some tangle: "Leave him to me, he will die, but he cannot die so easily. His pride comes only from his own strength. .
As the youngest titled Douluo on the surface, he is simply an arrogant fool.
How dare you be so presumptuous in front of grandpa.
I will completely eliminate his cultivation, annihilate his martial soul, and make him a mortal.
Afterwards, there will be more torture waiting for him. "
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. Should she say it or not, is this good sister really similar to herself?
Even the methods of revenge chosen are so similar.
If he gets the news about Yu Xiaogang, huh, I'm afraid he will do the same thing.
Let his pride and pursuit be shattered before his eyes.
Then he suffered inhuman suffering and finally died in pain and torture.
Or, let him live in the shadows his whole life.
Bibi Dong chuckled: "Of course it's okay, I'll leave Tang Hao to you."
Bibi Dongsu waved her hand and used her soul power to pull Tang Hao's body in front of Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly: "Thank you", and then looked at the worried Lin Feng and Ling Yuan beside her.
"Don't worry too much, I have not been blinded by hatred, I am very calm now.
Tang Hao's death is irredeemable. I need to give him a punishment to vent the hatred I have harbored for the past four years.
It's just a little bit of wind and frost, and the mighty Haotian Douluo can still bear it even if he becomes a mortal. "
Lin Feng was speechless in his heart and silently mourned for Tang Hao for two and a half seconds.
"Grandpa Ju, please go to Tiandou City to invite Mistress Ye from Jiuxin Haitang's house.
Replace bones and limbs for Tang Hao! "
Jiuxin Begonia is known as a miracle in the martial arts world. The living dead, flesh and bones, not to mention Ye Mu with soul veins, have a higher understanding of the laws of life.
Except for the difficult-to-handle soul bone in the brain, other parts can be removed, and then a complete mortal body can be given to Tang Hao.
At the same time, because his head has a soul bone, his spirit is very clear.
The feeling of rejection and inappropriateness of the newly connected body will be easier to perceive. In short, it is very torture.
Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction. It was estimated that Tang Hao would soon be unable to bear the insult and commit suicide. If nothing happened back then, no one would know about it.
Looking at the people leaving.
A pair of almond eyes looked at Lin Feng and said quietly:
"Xiao Feng, please stay here for a moment. I want to talk about how to announce that Tang Hao has been captured by our Spirit Hall.
How can we balance the major forces and at the same time increase the prestige of Wuhun Palace without becoming too powerful? "
Ling Yuan frowned, and Qian Renxue also hesitated.
Bibi Dong was confused and asked very normally:
"What's wrong?"
Lin Feng groaned, nodded slightly, and said softly to the two people on the side: "Don't worry, I'll be back in a moment. I'm the Holy Son now, and I still have Grandpa's back-up plan."
Hearing this, Ling Yuan and Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
They also saw the changes in Bibi Dong in the past few years. They usually spent time with Lin Feng and didn't do anything.
Many things are affected subtly. Lingyuan and Qian Renxue have obviously relaxed their vigilance against Bibi Dong.
(End of chapter)