Na'er, Power Bank No. 2

Tang Wulin used his small, slender frame to quickly slip through the gaps between the thugs.

They tried to stop him, but Tang Heng didn't give them a chance.

That strange fishing hook struck with precision every single time, and with the immense force transmitted from the other end of the rod, anyone hooked was dragged directly in front of Tang Heng.

Those who were hooked had no strength left to steady themselves, and were met head-on by a golden dragon fist.

With terrifying power combined with dragon scales as thick and heavy as metal, these adults were as fragile as toys in front of a six-year-old child; basically, one punch from Tang Heng was enough to incapacitate a thug.

By the time Tang Wulin ran to the silver-haired girl's side, the battle on Tang Heng's end had already concluded.

This is the true value of a ten-year PvP veteran—do you understand now what it means to have a hundred non-fishing uses for a fishing rod?

The few thugs lay sprawled on the ground, letting out painful wails.

"Based on your actions just now, I strongly suspect you are human traffickers. I have already notified the teachers at Red Mountain Academy; you can just wait to face the judgment of the law."

Tang Heng took out his communicator and briefly explained the current situation to Lin Ximeng.

The Red Mountain Primary Soul Master Academy was nearby, and with many children coming and going, they would surely take the presence of a group of child traffickers very seriously.

The thugs wanted to flee, but Tang Heng had long since broken their legs; even if they could crawl, they wouldn't get far.

The dragon claws dissipated into specks of light, and the fishing rod returned to his inventory.

Tang Heng turned around and looked at the girl huddled in the corner.

The girl was looking up, and her previously hollow purple eyes were now reflecting his figure.

The heroic bearing of the boy just now was like a pebble cast into the dead-still lake of her heart.

And for some reason, the girl felt a sense of intimacy from the two in front of her... like a brother and a father.

Tang Heng felt the same, and the sensation was even more intense than it had been with Tang Wulin.

Perhaps it was because Na'er was the half-body of the Silver Dragon King, unlike his younger brother, who still had eighteen seals suppressing the Gold Dragon King within his body.

"Don't be afraid anymore, the bad guys have all been chased away by my brother."

Tang Wulin wore a big smile as he squatted in front of the girl, comforting her:

"My name is Tang Wulin, and this is my brother, Tang Heng. Where is your home? Shall we take you home?"

The girl climbed up shakily, patted her dirty dress, and said timidly, "I, I am called Na'er, I don't remember where my home is..."

"If you don't remember, then come back with us first, have a meal and take a bath or something." Tang Heng walked over, extended a hand, and spoke in a calm tone.

Na'er hesitated for a moment, but since she couldn't feel the malice she had experienced earlier from him, she extended her cold little hand and placed it in his palm.

Although it's a bit dirty, it's still quite smooth and tender.

After taking Na'er's little hand, Tang Heng evaluated her in his heart.

However, perhaps because Na'er had lost her memory and had not yet awakened her martial soul after taking human form, she hadn't immediately disrupted the balance of the Gold and Silver Dragon King's origin power within his body.

Is this power bank lagging?

But none of that mattered; as long as he could trick Na'er into coming home, there would be plenty of time later to slowly study how to use her.

That evening, the atmosphere at the Tang family dinner table was somewhat subtle.

Lang Yue and Tang Ziran, the couple, looked at the three little ones wolfing down their food and were at a loss for a moment.

According to Tang Heng's account, this little girl named Na'er seemed to have lost her memory, didn't remember who her parents were, and had just been accosted by human traffickers, nearly being snatched away and sold.

As a mother, seeing Na'er, who was a year younger than her own child, she naturally couldn't bear it; she helped her bathe, put on clean clothes, and cooked extra food, fearing there wouldn't be enough.

She just hadn't expected that although Na'er looked thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her over, her appetite was not much different from the two brothers.

"Dad, Na'er is so pitiful. Can our family adopt her?"

Tang Wulin said to Tang Ziran, who was sitting opposite him, while stuffing ribs into his mouth.

"I'll figure out the family expenses. My old book was banned, but I've already started a new serialization. I have a feeling this book will definitely be a hit."

Tang Heng looked confident. The story of the Great Love Immortal Venerable had been heavily adapted by his own hands; it absolutely fit the title and was purely positive-energy oriented. This time, it would definitely not be banned.

Tang Ziran looked at his two sons' slightly immature yet serious faces and smiled:

"Silly child, supporting the family is my duty. If Na'er really has nowhere to go, of course we can adopt her. It's nothing more than adding an extra pair of chopsticks."

Easier said than done. You were already struggling to raise two kids, let alone with me added in this lifetime.

Seeing his old man's determined expression, Tang Heng, who knew the plot well, could only silently complain in his heart.

However, this showed that his father was a man of good character—diligent, professional, and caring toward his wife and children; he was truly a model of a good man.

At the very least, under his and Lang Yue's guidance in the early stages, Wulin was still a very normal child.

Whether human nature is inherently good or evil, he didn't want to explore that.

It was just that since he had been added to this life, there would inevitably be unpredictable variables in the future.

"Hee hee, Na'er, did you hear that? From now on, you are our family. I finally have a little sister!" Tang Wulin looked very happy and gave Na'er a big hug.

"Wuwu, rest, Wulin-gege, and... Heng-gege."

Na'er responded timidly, then stuffed a piece of chicken cutlet into her mouth, her speech slightly slurred as she spoke.

"Hahaha, eat slowly, eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll have the kids' mother make more for you."

This soft and adorable appearance truly touched the hearts of the three, and even Tang Ziran felt that having such a well-behaved daughter seemed quite nice.

"Can you three be quiet when you're eating? Be careful not to choke!"

Lang Yue said with a huff, and the three immediately shut their mouths obediently.

After the meal, Lang Yue and Tang Ziran prepared to take Na'er to the administrator's office, leaving the two brothers at home.

Tang Heng and Tang Wulin usually liked staying at home; the two brothers often played together, so they weren't very familiar with the neighborhood children and naturally wouldn't run around aimlessly.

Returning to the bedroom, Tang Wulin couldn't wait to start meditating based on what he had learned in class today.

Tang Wulin had no distracting thoughts in his mind, and soon his entire being calmed down.

His consciousness silently sensed his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, feeling the soul power that was not strong but definitely existed. Following the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass that his brother had explained on the way, he quickly found the knack.

That pale golden Blue Silver Grass quietly emerged, rippling with a verdant halo as it slowly circled Tang Wulin.

With every year, it withers and flourishes; when the spring breeze blows, it grows again.

Seeing this scene, Tang Heng was even more convinced that his younger brother's talent was actually not bad. Possessing the bloodline of a God King and having been blessed by the Goddess of Life, he was very well-suited to walk the path of life.

Success comes from the Gold Dragon King, and failure comes from the Gold Dragon King.

Who could have imagined that it was previously agreed that the Gold Dragon King was half of the Dragon God, only for the story to change later, claiming the Gold Dragon King was merely one of the larger corpse fragments, with a final realm that could only reach the half-step God King level.

One could only say that the Douluo setting was like Schrödinger's cat.

But fortunately, the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings within him were truly crafted according to the original setting, being the complete halves of the Dragon God.

By supporting the MC plane, condensing the power of creation, and fusing the origins of the two Dragon Kings, he could ascend to the throne of the Dragon God.

Facing the ten-thousand-year grand plan, my greatest reliance is still the MC plane; I must make good use of it.

With a shift in his thoughts, Tang Heng's figure vanished from where he stood, returning once again to the villager's room where he had logged off yesterday.