My Mother Bibi Dong of Douluo

Qian Mengyi finished reading what he was holding.

Look up at the person in front of you.

"What's your name."

Su Yuntao's heart was like a little deer bumping into it, and replied a little nervously: "My name is Su Yuntao."

There was a flash of light in Qian Mengyi's eyes, but his face remained unchanged and said, "What did you do before?"

What about the holy soul village for novices?

Su Yuntao's voice trembled and said, "I was responsible for awakening the spirits of children in remote areas."

This was the first time he saw such a big man.

There are saint children and saint women in Wuhun Hall now.If nothing else, the Son in front of him is likely to become the pope in the future.

Today is really lucky, such a good errand actually made him run into it.

What happened to him today can he go out and tell people believe it or not for a lifetime?

"Hey! Let me tell you. I spoke to the future pope today."

He had thought of the envy of his colleagues!

Hahaha, you all have to call me brother Tao from now on!

"Ah, Xiaotao, how long have you been working in the research department?"

Qian Mengyi said in a voice of condolences from the old leader.

Su Yuntao smiled shyly: "It didn't take long, two years."

Qian Mengyi smiled and said, "Well, good work. Wuhun Palace will not treat you badly."

Su Yuntao: Oh!Is he talking about me?I'm so excited!

I will definitely work harder!

Su Yuntao left, and Qian Mengyi suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

According to normal logic, the protagonist now seems to be six years old.

After all, Chihiro Ji had been seriously injured when he was just born, and he still knew that.

If Qian Xunji was injured, it meant that Tang San was his mother dead, and if Tang San was his mother, it meant that Tang San was born.

Regardless of why Qian Renxue's age is not six or seven years behind the protagonist in the original book.

But what is certain now is that if Tang San hadn't died, this guy would have been six years old.

That is when all dreams begin.

Oh!The time now is very important!

Am I cutting weeds and roots, or cutting weeds and roots?

Well, be careful!

Let's observe the situation first.

Sitting in a dark corner, Qian Mengyi exuded a gloomy and evil aura like a villain in a novel.

I should do something!

………………

It was another month later.

Gradually, the breath of autumn began to drift away.

Holy Soul Village, um, where it all started.

In the only blacksmith's shop in that village, a six-year-old child quietly watched the firewood burning in the stove. The pot was cooked with gruel.

Well, my name is Tang San.

"Is the Xiaosan congee ready?"

The voice of a man inside came out.

Tang San replied, "It's almost done! Don't worry about Dad!"

Then there was no more sound in the room.

His dad is an old alcoholic who drinks all day and has a bad temper.

Although the life is more difficult, he likes the feeling of having relatives.

Suddenly an urgent voice came in from outside, "Hey! Xiaosan, come out soon. Today is the day when the spirit awakens! Come with me quickly, and soon the Lord Soul Master will come over."

"Mr. Jack, but my porridge is not ready yet!"

Tang San ran out looking at Old Jack and said with some embarrassment.

Old Jack bent over and patted Tang San on the shoulder and said, "You don't need to cook the porridge. Now Wuhun awakening is the most important thing! Leave your drunk father alone."

Tang San bitterly said, "But Dad..."

At this time, the sloppy middle-aged man walked out staggeringly and squinted at the two people: "Little San, you go!"

Tang San replied, "All right then."

Old Jack said with a look of disgust, "Tang Hao, can't you cheer yourself up? Don't drink all the time. You are the only blacksmith in the village. You usually buy more meat for Xiaosan. This kid will follow you for life Bitter!"

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, "Mr. Jack, you don't need to say I know."

Old Jack seemed to be very dissatisfied with Tang Hao's attitude: "You always say this every time? But you have never changed! I really feel sad that Xiao San has a father like you!"

Tang Hao ignored it and walked into the dark room.There is no more sound.

Old Jack lowered his head and held Tang San's hand: "Little San, let's go! The person who will be awakened by the spirit is coming soon. You have to be prepared!"

Tang San nodded, "I see, Grandpa Jack, what do you think my martial soul will be?"

Old Jack smiled and showed a kind face: "I don't know this, but I will tell you the reason why our Holy Soul Village is called Holy Soul Village..."

Tang San: "Grandpa Jack, you told me about this yesterday!"

Jack: "Is that right? Haha, I am confused, I am confused."

Old Jack led Tang San to the small square of the village. There were already many children waiting there.

Tang San looked at the little kids who were the same age as him next to him, and his curiosity about Wuhun became stronger.

And Tang Hao, who had just entered the door on the other side, suddenly stopped.

Fists clenched.

He could not feel the familiar breath.

Title Douluo!

Those who encircled her and Ah Yin had these two breaths.

The eyes that were originally blurred instantly became cold.

What are these people here for?

Come to me?or it could be?What else?

If they want to hurt the junior, I will make them pay!

The flames burned more vigorously, and a burst of red light appeared, and the porridge in the pot shook against the lid of the pot.

The table was shaking.

The water in the bowl on the table top spilled out.

There was also a squeaky voice from Huang Liang

Then, Tang Hao returned to the dark room.

Suddenly, the table stopped shaking, the water didn't spill, and the fire returned to normal.

Everything is back to its original state.

Well, there seem to be two chapters left.