The Legend of the Dragon King

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A strong feeling of weakness made Don Mailin sit on the floor with his ass, skillfully touching something like a tape from his arms on his wrist, sealing the previous wound.

The master-in-law had a strange expression at the time, with his mouth slightly twitched.

Genius is genius after all. Not because he didn't have a hammer as a martial arts soul. This enlightenment is enough to make up for everything.

Thousands of forges, an insurmountable divide in the eyes of many forgers, were completed by a child as young as nine years old. How incredible!

Tang Zilan has rushed over to help his son.

"Genius, this is a work of genius. Mai Lin, remember everything you feel today, for you, this is just the beginning. Shake the start of the forging world. ”

Unfortunately, Tang Dynasty Lin did not listen to the teacher clearly. After five hours of forging, he was completely overpaid and passed out in the arms of his father.

When he woke up again, he was already in his own bed.

It's already dawn outside, and the sun shines through the windows in the room, falling on the bed that Nat once slept in.

Though Na was gone, Tang Danglin did not let his parents tear down the bed. In his subconscious mind, he always thought that Na would come back one day.

Although the arms are not painful, the body is still a little soft and warm, so lazy lying in bed with a feeling of unspeakable comfort.

A faint smile floated over his face, a thousand forges, probably done.

So that's what it feels like.

Despite being in a coma, he still remembers clearly that when he forged to the final stage, every hammer struck down, seemed to resonate with the sunken silver, which was a very strange feeling, as if it had survived, he breathed, and the sunken silver breathed, and every hammer forged, as if it was massaging it, it conveyed a relaxing emotion. When this comfort climbs to the extreme, the silver is sublimated and the quantity accumulates into a qualitative change.

Although he did not know what had happened, he was still certain that he had succeeded.

I'm not a piece of crap, at least not in forging, and my bluesilver grass is not just bluesilver grass.

Nat, if you were still here, you'd be happy with your brother, right? Brother will become stronger and stronger. He will protect you well and never let anyone hurt you.

Nat, come back soon, or you can tell me where you are! Why didn't you say anything? I missed you so much.

Nar's sweet smile appeared in her head, and when her voice sounded like a bird, calling out the words "brother," she always satisfied him.

I'll find you later, I promise.

Gradually, the warmth of his body brought him back into his dreamland and he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was completely hungry and the sky outside had darkened again, apparently he had slept nearly a day and a night since last night.

“Dad, Mom!” Tang Mailin sat up, feeling tired had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty. The feeling of hunger on his back made him feel like he could eat a cow.

“Son, you're awake!” The door opened and the rumble rushed in first.

Tang Mailin said with some pride: “Mom, I can forge a thousand times. ”

The red-eyed circles were not important to her, it was important that her son was well.

“Good boy, is there anything wrong with you?” Lamb asked softly.

Tang Mailin shook his head, “No! Just hungry, Mom. I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat? ”

“Yes, yes, Mom bought you fat chicken and stewed chicken soup. Just wait till you get up and drink. Your teacher says you're a little weak and you need to eat something digestible when you wake up. ”

One minute later.

What is digestible for a son who is still staring at his son? It seems to be digestible as long as it is edible.

A whole fat chicken, plus a pot full of chicken soup, five buns, two plates of green vegetables, has already entered the belly of this little nine-year-old. And he's still eating the sixth bun.

“Go cook some more dishes for your son.” Tang Zhi swallowed a sip of saliva and watched his son eat so fragrant, even he felt a bit of a thud in his forefingers.

Langhuan hurriedly stood up.

Tang Dynasty Lin did eat too much. Especially after heavy energy consumption, he ate for almost an hour before being satisfied with the long exit gas.

“Son, you're not breaking up, are you?” If it hadn't been for Tang Zulun to stop, Lang would not have wanted Tang Danglin to continue eating. The amount of food he eats is clearly beyond the bounds of a normal person.

Tang Mailin smiled satisfied: “It's the best meal my mother ever cooked. It's delicious. ”

Tang Zizhen pulled up his son's arm and saw a strange colour in his eyes. Indeed, the wrist that was severed yesterday by the sky has completely healed, leaving only a slight light red mark.

Tang Mailin remembered this moment and asked, "Dad, did my Thousand Forge succeed yesterday? ”

Tang Ziran smiled and nodded, "Yeah! Successful, very successful. Your teacher can't stop praising you, saying that when you wake up, you should hurry up and find him. ”

Tang Mailin jumped off the chair and said: "I'll go now. ”

"" It's late, "frowned Langyuan.“ Let's go tomorrow. ”

Tang Ziran stood up and said: “He just woke up. He won't be asleep for a while and a half. It's not too late, I'll take him there. I'll be right back. ”

He glanced at him with a threatening look: "If anything happens to my son again, you sleep in the living room. ”

Tang Zilan touched his nose with some embarrassment, "Just like he wasn't my son. ”

Father and son went out to the studio.

“Teacher, I'm coming!” As soon as Tang Danglin entered the door, he shouted. He looked forward to seeing what his first Thousand Forges really looked like. The sense of accomplishment brought about by the completion of the Thousand Forges has left him feeling a little overwhelmed during this time.

Wearing a worn overalls, he walked out of the room. He usually had a cold face. When he saw Tang Danglin, his subconscious smile appeared. His eyes were filled with satisfaction and even drowning.

After nodding his head to Tang Zhi, he said to Tang Mailin: "Follow me. ”

The shenzhen silver was still in Tang Mailin's forging room. After Tang Mailin followed his father away yesterday, he did not take it away.

“Look at your masterpiece.” Tian Tian pointed to the sunken silver and said to Tang Mailin.