"Ahem..."
Tang Hao opened his mouth, his voice was a little dry.
He stared at Tang San's miserable face, twitched the corners of his eyes twice, and immediately turned away.
This face is indeed a bit harsh.
But there can be no chaos right now.
He is Clear Sky Douluo, and he has never seen any big storms.
What does a small scene like hitting the wrong son count?
Tang San stared blankly at Tang Hao's back, his chest hurt and blocked, and his mind was a mess.
What does this mean?
Why did this old beast suddenly change his attitude after seeing his Second Martial Soul?
Just now, I took a bite of Human-shaped Soul Beast and punched an impostor.
Why is it suddenly silent now?
Does this old beast really know the hammer in his hand?
Tang San Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Tang Hao turned his back to Tang San, his chest rose and fell twice, and he swallowed down the embarrassment.
When he spoke again, there was a hint of weather-beaten in his voice.
"I just tested you."
"See how much pressure you can endure in a life-or-death situation."
After saying this, Tang Hao himself felt that this reason was a bit wonderful.
He paused, seemingly very satisfied with his quick wit, and continued to add, "Young man, your performance is acceptable."
"The fact that you can persevere under the pressure of Titled Douluo and still retain your sanity shows that your character is not bad."
"I've always been a reasonable person and I have no ill intentions toward you."
Tang San Hearing these high-sounding words, there were ten thousand curse words in his heart that he didn't know whether to say or not.
He was already cursed in his heart.
I see your numb pressure!
You call this without any malice?!
That's not what you said when you said hello to my face with your sandbag-sized fist.
If you are reasonable, then there will be no unreasonable person in the Douluo Continent!
That means I can't beat you.
If I could beat you, I would have stuffed Yama's Invitation into your mouth and added some Crane Crest Red as a condiment.
There is Way of Seeking Death!
There is definitely Way of Seeking Death!
You old beast, I, Tang San, have already put you on the first page of my must-kill list!
Tang San's face was numb with pain, but he still tried hard to put on an expression that was uglier than crying.
"Many... thank you for your guidance, senior."
"Then senior... can you keep Twin Martial Souls's secret for this junior?"
After saying this, Tang San felt so humiliated that he almost bled.
It was obviously him who was beaten.
It was obviously him who almost went to see the Tang Sect ancestors.
As a result, now, not only can he not be able to take revenge, but he can also thank the other party for his teachings.
He even had to humble himself and beg this old beast who almost beat him to death to keep it a secret for him.
This is simply a shame and a shame.
Tang Hao turned his back to Tang San, put on a majestic look, and nodded.
"That's natural."
The four words were spoken calmly, and there was no hint of guilt.
Just like the person who almost packed up his own son and sent him away on the spot, he had nothing to do with him at all.
Then, Tang Hao turned around.
His eyes just fell on Tang San's face and quickly moved away.
I can't look at it more, it's too miserable.
One more look at it will make your conscience hurt for a while.
Tang Hao coughed dryly and quickly provided a complete explanation for his behavior.
This is a trial.
Although Tang San suffered a bit miserably, it at least proved that he was strong-willed, flexible and flexible, and knew how to use his trump card to save his life at critical moments.
This is good.
He has quite the charm of his Tang Hao youth.
When his thoughts turned to this point, Tang Hao suddenly felt confident.
He raised his big hand and grabbed Tang San.
Tang San was so frightened that his soul almost flew away, and he subconsciously shrank back.
What's going on?
Is this old beast going crazy again?!
Didn't you just say that you should be reasonable?
Doesn't that mean there is no malice?
What do you mean by extending your hand?
Tang San almost shouted for help on the spot.
But before he could speak, a powerful and domineering wave of Soul Power had already poured into his body, roughly forcibly fixing his dislocated bones.
This approach is far from gentle.
It can only be said that it is very unique to the Clear Sky Sect.
Highlight a hard point.
Tang San was so painful that his eyesight turned black and he almost fainted on the spot.
His lips were trembling, and he scolded the old beast in front of him eight hundred times in his heart.
Tang San was just about to open his mouth to speak when his whole body was already rising into the air.
After several ups and downs, the two quietly returned to the Shrek Academy.
In the wooden house.
Tang Hao walked to the hard wooden bed and threw Tang San onto it.
Paji.
"Ahem!"
Tang San was covered in injuries. Even if he fell on the bed, the force of the hard board hitting his back was no different from a second car accident.
He let out an inflected duck call from his throat.
The ribs that were finally reset seemed to be misaligned by half an inch.
At this moment, Tang San's eyes turned completely dark.
Before he passed out, there was only one last thought left in his mind.
This old beast definitely did it on purpose.
Tang Hao's half-stretched hand stopped in mid-air.
Broken.
Forgot about this shabby college bed, which doesn't even have a cotton mattress.
This time, it should be quite painful.
Tang Hao was silent for a while, then took his hand back as if nothing had happened.
As long as he leaves quickly enough, the embarrassment won't catch up with him.
The next moment, Tang Hao disappeared into the house.
Dean's Office.
Flender was sitting at the table counting Gold Soul Coin, and the abacus beads kept crackling.
Just then.
He only felt that his eyes were blurred, and a man in black robe appeared in the room out of thin air.
"Who?!"
Flender broke out in cold sweat on his back on the spot, and Martial Soul almost possessed him directly.
Tang Hao shows his face.
Flender Seeing the weathered and stern face clearly, he quickly stood up and saluted.
"Seen His Excellency Haotian."
Tang Hao ignored his nervousness and just said in a commanding tone, "Go find your teacher from the food department and treat Tang San's injuries."
Flender was stunned for a moment.
Tang San isn't he recuperating in the dormitory?
Why do you need to treat the injury again?
Before Flender could ask, Tang Hao had already added.
"Tonight he received my guidance, gained some insights, and suffered some superficial injuries."
After saying that, Tang Hao flashed.
The person disappeared again.
It came suddenly and left even more suddenly.
Flender took off his glasses and wiped them, without daring to delay, he ran to Tang San's dormitory.
The moment I saw Tang San.
Flender's shoehorned face was directly distorted into an abstract painting.
I'm such a good boy!
What the hell is this called skin trauma?!
Clear Sky Douluo This guidance is guidance toward death!
The most important thing is that Tang San has passed out, and vague words in his sleep come out from time to time.
"Take... take death..."
Flender didn't dare to delay, so he quickly ran to Shao Xin to ask for Sugar Bean.
Tang Hao stood alone on the top of a towering tree outside the college, holding a wine gourd, and fell into deep thought.
He began to review the whole matter.
Since Tang San is really his own flesh and blood, why does he have the aura of Soul Beast on his body?
Tang Hao pinched his chin and frowned into a "Sichuan" shape.
Unless...
In a flash of lightning, an idea struck Tang Hao's mind.
He felt that he had discovered a shocking blind spot.
Tang San's mother, Ah Yin, is the pure form of Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor.
According to the rules of blood inheritance, Tang San has half human blood and half Soul Beast's blood.
It was not revealed before because the human bloodline was dominant.
And now, Tang San suddenly has such a strong aura of Soul Beast coming out of him.
There is only one truth.
Ah Yin's bloodline has awakened in Tang San's body!
Tang Hao's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
That must be the case.
He is worthy of his Tang Hao kind. Just Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls cannot fully summarize Tang San's talent.
Tang San is Douluo Continent's unique half-man, half-beast for tens of thousands of years!
To be precise, it should be half human and half Blue Silver Emperor!
Tang Hao The more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes.
Tang San has been sensible, tough, tolerant, and able to endure hardships since he was a child.
Isn't this the embodiment of Blue Silver Emperor's tenacious vitality?
Thinking of this, Tang Hao's eyes felt a little hot.
He lifted the wine gourd and poured a large gulp of wine down his throat.
"Ah Yin, did you see it?"
"Our children have inherited your bloodline."
Tang Hao looked at the night sky, his voice low and hoarse.
"Tang San This child is suffering too much."
"He obviously endured so much, but he didn't say anything."
"You were beaten like that by me, and you are still trying so hard to hide the secret."
"If I hadn't tried it myself, I'm afraid even my father wouldn't have been able to discover his true potential."
Tang Hao wiped the corners of his eyes, the fatherly love filter was so thick that even Seagod Trident couldn't penetrate it.
"The courage to fight to the death without telling anyone."
"This ruthlessness and tenacity."
"So much like me!"
Having said this, Tang Hao's old father's relief appeared on his face again.
He casually wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and cast his gaze in the direction of the Shrek Academy, his expression more determined than ever.
It seems that I can no longer wander around drinking.
Tang San Now that his bloodline has awakened, he carries the aura of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with him.
If Spirit Hall discovers it, it will definitely lead to death.
He must stay near the Shrek Academy and secretly protect Tang San around the clock.
Even if Tang San doesn't know the truth.
Even if Tang San resents him in his heart.
He also admitted it.
This is the father.
Silent, powerful, lonely.
Whoever dares to touch a hair of his son, the hammer in Tang Hao's hand will teach him how to reincarnate.