Douluo Angel of Death

The village chief was shocked by this scene, and he shuddered.Hearing what Qian Renling said, he didn't dare to intercede with this child.

Evil Wuhun, that's harmful!As the head of a village, he has heard of the terrible evil spirit master.

It's just that I didn't expect that there would be an evil martial arts child in my own village.

The village chief sighed, this is fate.

Under the painful torture, the little boy's breath gradually weakened, and finally lost his breath and became a corpse.

His pupils were extremely wide open, and his staring look made people look scared.

"If his parents ask them, they will say that they were killed by the Spirit Hall. As long as they are people of evil spirits, the Hall of Spirits can kill them!"

Qian Renling retracted the power of death, sullen his face, and looked at the corpse calmly.

The innate awakening spirit power of evil spirits is far better than ordinary spirits, second only to god-given spirits.Because of this, they have to be wary of evil spirits and cannot let them grow.

"A Ling." Li Jiu'er said, "Let this child enter the soil for safety."

It was not his fault to awaken the evil spirits, but they would not let this child go.He suffered painful torture during his lifetime, and hoped that he could retain a little final appearance after death, and not reincarnated in Douluo Continent in the next life.

"The village chief, these ten golden soul coins are our subsidy to his family." Qian Renling put fifteen golden soul coins in the hands of the village head, "five golden soul coins are for them to manage this child Funeral."

"The deceased pays attention to being safe, so let him be lucky in the next life."

Qian Renling glanced at the corpse for the last time. The child was very thin and had a lot of red marks from being beaten. He must be living a bad life.That's why there is a strong resentment, so that the evil martial soul is awakened.

He thought slowly in his heart.

He gave the Golden Soul Coin to the village head of Luori Village because, under the eyes of everyone, the village chief would give the Golden Soul Coin to that household and would not be greedy for this little money.

It is not that Qian Renling doesn't believe in others, but that human nature really can't stand the test.

"Let's go, go to the next village."

Qian Renling sighed, then took Li Jiu'er's hand, and the two walked ahead.Su Yuntao shook his head, the evil spirit...

When he was about to pass the village chief, Su Yuntao took out a gold soul coin, "Buy a nice dress for this child to wear, and give him the last dignity."

A gold soul coin is enough for a family to spend several months, and it is more than enough to buy clothes.The extra is Su Yuntao's poor allowance for this boy.

A good child...

He didn't have any opinion on Qian Renling's handling method, because the evil spirit master was the enemy of Wuhun Palace.

Facing the enemy, one should not be merciful, regardless of the age of the enemy.

He followed, and they were going to the next village.

Chapter 90 The hammer in the left hand, the grass in the right hand

Tang San sent the old Jack away, and he was somewhat lost in his heart. After all, the Spirit Hall Academy could make his future different, and becoming a spirit master would make him understand the continent better.But he didn't show it. He believed that there were opportunities.

He walked slowly back to the blacksmith's shop, Tang Hao surprisingly did not go back to the room to continue sleeping, but sat in a chair with his eyes closed and rested.

"Dad, you can go back to the room and sleep for a while, I'm going to prepare lunch now." Tang San exhorted, he saw it was late.

Tang Hao still closed his eyes, his breath calmed down, and said faintly: "Are you disappointed in me, and then you want to go to Wuhundian Academy to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's okay, Dad, I'm also good to be a blacksmith, and I can feed us. Didn't you promise me that you want to teach me to build farm tools?"

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes. From his eyes, Tang San saw the excitement. Before he knew it, Tang Hao's right fist was already clenched, and there was already a very cold breath on his old face, "Soul Master? What is the use of a spirit master? Let alone a waste martial spirit, even the most powerful spirit, what use can the strongest spirit master be? But it's still a waste."

"There is also Xiaosan, I will never let you go to Wuhundian Academy." When it comes to Wuhundian Academy, Tang Hao's eyes are filled with hatred.

"Also, stay away from that boy. I feel a terrible aura in him." Tang Hao's eyes were mixed with emotions, and the boy's blond and golden eyes reminded him of Qian Xun Ji.

Six years ago, without Chihiro Ji, his A Yin would not die!

He hates it!

Tang Hao was very emotional at this moment. His body was trembling. Vaguely, Tang San saw something crystal clear in his father's eyes, it was teardrops.

Immediately stepped up and ran over, Tang San grabbed Tang Hao's fist, "Dad, don't be angry, I won't go to Wuhundian Academy to be a soul master. I will always be with you and cook for you. "Not only won't go to Wuhundian Academy, not even Notting City Junior College, he will stay with his father at home.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's excitement came and went quickly, and said indifferently: "Release your martial soul for me to see."

The Wuhundian owes him, he will get it back sooner or later!

"Okay." Tang San nodded and raised his right hand. The Xuantian skill in his body was quietly urged, feeling the special heat flow and the Xuantian skill in his consciousness, and a faint blue light appeared in his palm for an instant. In the meantime, a blue Yingying grass has appeared.

Looking at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand in a daze, Tang Hao lost his senses, and it took a long time to gradually recover. The light in his eyes was uncertain, and he murmured: "Blue Silver Grass, it really is Blue Silver Grass. Same as hers. "

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly, turned around and walked inside. The sudden movement almost caused Tang San in front of him to fall, and the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit in his hand disappeared by itself.

"father."

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, "Don't disturb me." As he said, he opened the door curtain and entered the room.

"But, I still have a Martial Spirit." Tang San still said how unique he is after the Martial Spirit awakens today.This is the question he didn't ask Qian Renling, Li Jiu'er, and Su Yuntao. After all, in his eyes, those are just outsiders.

[General outline of Tang Sect Xuantian Baolu, Article 1: Never let anyone who cannot be fully trusted know how much you truly have.

Xuantianbaolu Tang San had long been familiar with it, and he absolutely adhered to the general outline.

The door curtain slammed open, and Tang Hao appeared outside again. At this time, his face was already full of shock. You can see that his eyes were red, and he seemed to be crying just now.

Tang San didn't speak, but slowly raised his left hand like he had raised his right hand before. This time, it was no longer blue, and a faint black light gushed out from his palm, and the brilliance instantly condensed, a strange The thing appeared in his palm.

It was a black hammer. The handle was about half a foot long. The head of the hammer was cylindrical. It looked like a reduced version of the foundry hammer. However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special Light, on the cylindrical hammer head, there is a circle of faint patterns.

I don't know why, when this hammer appeared in Tang San's hands, the air in the entire room seemed a little depressed, and Tang San seemed unable to bear the weight of the small hammer, so he could only hold him, his arms slowly drooping.His face has become a little pale.

Unlike the Blue Silver Grass, which hardly needs to consume Xuan Tian Gong, as soon as this small black hammer appeared, it absorbed almost all of Tang San's internal strength.He can barely control himself to hold the hammer handle tightly.Although it looks like a small hammer, it actually weighs far more than a casting hammer.

"This, this is..." Tang Hao almost came to Tang San with a stride, grabbed his hammer's hand and brought it to him. Tang Hao's hand was very strong, at least now Tang San no longer felt it. The hammer puts such a heavy load on his arm.

When Tang Hao's hand held his hand, a warm blood connection made Tang San feel extremely comfortable, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Looking at the little black hammer, the excitement that had disappeared before appeared in Tang Hao's eyes again, "Twin spirits. It turns out to be twin spirits. Son, my son."

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his powerful arms and hugged Tang San tightly into his arms.

Tang Hao's chest is very broad, perhaps because he has been a blacksmith for a long time. Although he looks lazy on the surface, the muscles on his body have not diminished due to time, and his embrace is very warm.That kind of security brought by fatherly love is irreplaceable by anything else.

"Dad." Tang San was a little stunned. In his memory, this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao embraced him like this.

The little hammer in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Although Tang San liked the warmth brought by his father's love, he didn't want the hammer to drop his hand and hit his father.