[Douluo Bo San] Battle between Grass Snakes

Southwest of Tiandu Empire, Fasnuo Province, Holy Soul Village

Lying on the side of the wooden bed with mottled paint was a man, about fifty years old, with a sallow complexion and disheveled hair. He was wearing a dark brown robe, which was as damaged as the mottled wooden board. Perhaps due to years of alcoholism, both the person and the bed seemed to be soaked in the smell of low-quality alcohol, so much so that when I stood at the door of the room, I could feel the "underlying fragrance floating".

This man is my father in this life - Tang Hao.

No, to be precise, it’s my father from the past life and this life.

Yes, I was born again.

It's just that this time, I no longer feel happy. If I could choose, I would rather not have this so-called "gift from God." Thinking back to the thin layer of rice grains in the rice vat that even mice would despise, I didn’t want to cook. With that little bit of food I could only make a pot of porridge with a countable number of clear rice grains. There was no difference between drinking water and porridge. There's a big difference, so why bother a six-year-old child stepping on a stool to get to the stove?

As for whether "Dad" will be hungry, even he himself doesn't care about this issue. He just thinks that he has wine, so I don't need to worry about it, right? Maybe Titled Douluo doesn't need to eat, I thought indifferently.

I turned around and left, thinking back to the words of the little soul master I heard in the mortal world one day after becoming the God King - I want to be Tang San, I want to become a god

What's so good about becoming Tang San? If they were to stay here for just one night, they might be scared away.

Shrek Seven Monsters, Tang Clan Sect Master, King Lan Hao, Emperor Master, Poseidon, Shura God, God King

The brilliant layers of gold foil couldn't cover up Tang San's desire - she wanted to be Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Bai Chenxiang.

I was thinking randomly, even though my stomach was twitching with hunger, I didn't have any urge to look for food. I walked into my small room, imitated my father, put on my clothes, closed my eyes, and tried to use sleep to force my stomach to give up its thirst for food.

"It doesn't matter if you starve to death or something."

I muttered indifferently, letting the darkness sweep over me.

"How do you take care of your children!"

"Asleep! I think you're the one who didn't wake up!"

"You can actually make the mistress faint from hunger. Do you still think this is the child you picked up?"

Amid a vigorous roar, I frowned slightly, slowly opened my eyes, and sat up.

"Grandpa Jack?"

Compared with my father's burly figure, Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village, is thin but energetic. Not only is his clothes neat and tidy, but his hair is also meticulously combed. He is two extremes from my father.

After he saw me waking up, his originally stern face softened. He put a steamed bun into my hand and said kindly, "Xiaosan, are you hungry? Come, let's eat first."

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack." I said my thanks and took the steamed bun, glanced at my father's somewhat ugly face, and slowly started to eat it. I am a thin child who can be blown away by a strong wind. Of course I will not take a back seat to some food because of the problem of face that I don’t have in the first place.

"What else do you have to do?" Father said coldly, the meaning of expelling guests was evident in his words.

"If it weren't for Xiaosan, do you think I'm willing to come to your doghouse?" The village chief turned to glare at him angrily, then turned back and continued to face me, "In three days, I will pick you up to participate in this year's martial arts competition. Soul Awakening Ceremony"

Then he explained a bunch of things about the soul master's soul power. Although it was impossible for me to be reborn and not know it, I still put down the steamed bun and listened obediently to save face. Old Jack, the village chief, is a good man. He helped my father a lot when he first moved here. I was very grateful to him, so even though I didn’t want to participate in the awakening ceremony, I agreed to go back home and wait for him in three days.

After the village chief left, my father glanced at me. Maybe he was thinking of my mother, or maybe he was thinking of the Haotian Sect. His expression was silver-grey and complicated. After a while, he said, "Go to bed early after eating." After that, he didn’t care that I hadn’t answered yet and walked out.

"Okay, Dad."

I won't lie, I once envied Ning Rongrong. From the first time I met her, I knew she was a "princess" who was put in the palm of everyone's hands and doted on her when she grew up. She had a proud personality. Being arrogant is the capital of "love". Fu Gui of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Sect Master Ning of the Upper Three Sects, and powerful Douluo with the title of "Sword" and "Ancient" respectively were not as shaken as the unabashed love for Rongrong in their eyes, because the latter was not like The former can be relied upon to obtain

I don't know if my father loves me, just like I'm not sure if he hates me because of my mother's death.

Even though similar blood flows in this body, I never understand what this man really thinks about me.

I patted the crumbs of steamed buns on my hands and fell on the pillow.

Forget it, what's important about all this now?

Three days later, I participated in the martial soul awakening ceremony, which was the same as in the previous life - blue silver grass and innate full soul power.

Although the village chief felt sorry for me, he still held hope and suggested to my father that he send me to the Notting Soul Master Junior College. My father still responded with ridicule. The only difference is that I did not show my second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, to my father.

There is nothing wrong with spending your life in this peaceful village like this.

Even though the life in the previous life was spectacular, so what?

A long career as a god will not make people happy, and endless loneliness will only bring torture, torture that makes me physically and mentally exhausted and exhausted.

"Pack your things. Old Jack will take you to Notting City tomorrow."

I put it in the bowl and looked at my father in surprise. If it was my twin martial soul that changed this man's mind in the last life, then why did he make the same decision in this life?

Maybe Bluesilver Grass reminds him of his mother?

Other than that, I can't think of a more appropriate explanation.

I agreed.

"Father, take care."

I know that the next time I come back, he will be gone.