Douluo: Rebirth of the Mandala Snake, many children and many blessings

Chapter 145 Another swing of the knife
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On the bow deck, with the sea breeze blowing against him, the drunkard uncle threw a few peanuts into his mouth and asked: "Miss, your wine is indeed good, where did you get it?"

Tang San was blowing the sea breeze, leaning back comfortably. Hearing the drunkard uncle's sudden question, he replied without thinking: "I brewed it myself. I don't have much left in stock."

The drunkard uncle threw a peanut into his mouth again and asked curiously: "How old are you? The wine you made is sixty or seven years old, right?"

The drunkard uncle didn't believe it and felt that Tang San was deceiving him. Tang San looked only eight or nine years old.

"I brewed it. There is no need to lie to you. Didn't I tell you that my father likes to drink very much and is addicted to alcohol."

Tang San thought of Holy Soul Village, and then of Tang Hao's drunken state. He was young and ignorant, thinking that brewing a lot of good wine for him would change things.

Later it was discovered that this guy didn't understand wine, and because Tang San wanted to practice, he forgot about the wine he was making.

Only recently did Tang San remember it, go back and dig it out, and have today's wine.

"Did you really brew it?"

In order to confirm, the drunkard uncle stared at Tang San and asked, hoping to see other answers in Tang San's eyes.

As a result, there were no flashes or strange looks, and there was a high probability that this wine was brewed by Tang San.

Tang San nodded and confirmed the answer. The drunkard uncle smiled scornfully, obviously not believing the real answer.

"You kid, are you the reincarnation of the God of Cookery? No, no, no. Even if you are the God of Cookery, you can't brew it."

"Why not Bacchus?"

When Tang San saw that the drunkard uncle was talking about gods, he casually said, if there is a god of food, then there is a god of wine. It's not too much.

The drunkard uncle was obviously stunned when he heard Tang San's words, "How do you know... Well, you don't know, you're kidding."

Tang San smiled and said: "Dad, you are the same, you are talking nonsense. What kind of God of Cookery or God of Wine is here? Although there are gods in this world, they are only visible to outsiders after their strength level goes up."

The drunkard uncle glanced at Tang San and said, "You see quite clearly. You seem to have experienced something at such a young age, and you feel like a young adult. Tell me, what have you experienced?"

As night falls, the lights on the boat are brightly lit, the sky is dotted with stars, and the cool breeze with the smell of sea salt feels very comfortable on the face.

Tang San, who was leaning back, did not immediately answer the drunkard uncle's question, but looked at the brightest star in the night sky and fell into deep thought.

What have you experienced?

It’s a long story, and we have to start with the Tang Sect.

What's going on with the Tang Sect now? I don't know if it's because of my relationship that I've changed the rules so that people with talents can...

The feelings and sense of belonging I had for Tang Clan were still there.

It’s just that the elders of the Tang Sect, eh, their hearts are at odds with each other.

If I were allowed to be the leader of the clan, there wouldn't be such confusion, and maybe it could be carried forward.

"I can recreate the Tang Sect here..." A thought made Tang San couldn't help but mutter.

The drunkard uncle on the side looked at him. He forgot about the wine in his mouth and spilled it on his face. "Boy, what did you say... cough cough..." The drunkard uncle coughed repeatedly and choked. Put the wine away, "What a waste. A waste of natural resources."

"Hehehe..." Tang San looked over and saw the embarrassment of the drunkard uncle. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Dad, I told you, my dad likes drinking very much. He is an alcoholic. The fateful guy."

The drunkard uncle nodded.

Tang San continued: "The place where we live is a remote small village. The small village is called Holy Soul Village. The folk customs are simple and it is a good village. We are all cared for by the village chief..."

The story unfolds like this. Apart from a little hard work, Tang San also had a complete childhood, except for this good-for-nothing father.

The drunkard uncle didn't say anything, just answered "Uh-huh", even forgetting the wine and peanuts, and just listened to Tang San's story.

There was not much difference in the story, until when Tang San went to hunt for the spirit ring, Tang San's expression changed obviously, with hatred, and he lowered his voice and said: "Dad, you know, I hate spirit beasts. I hate them very much." , I hate it very much, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be like this.”

Tang San said, grabbing the drunkard uncle's hand, and before the drunkard uncle could react, he took the drunkard uncle's hand and put it there. "????" "!!!!!"

Before the drunkard uncle could react, he was startled by Tang San's actions.When the drunkard uncle touched it, his heart thumped again and he took a breath.

The drunkard uncle looked at Tang San's self-deprecating face and didn't know what to say for a moment.My heart is extremely complicated, with mixed feelings.

At such a young age, Tang San actually lost his most precious treasure and lost his dignity.

"Who, who did it?" The drunkard uncle asked in a gloomy voice, suppressing his anger.

"Dad, you know now. Why do I hate soul beasts? Because a soul beast has cost me so much. So, I hate it!"

"..."

The drunkard uncle looked at Tang San silently.

Tang San continued to tell the story, telling the story of his encounter with the three-eyed mandala snake.

Of course, according to Tang San's description, everything was wrong with the Three-Eyed Mandala Snake, and the same with everyone else... all experiences were like this.Generally speaking, Tang San is a good person, an honest person who is always bullied by others.

"Mistress, you are too honest." The drunkard uncle sighed and said:
"But don't worry. With dad here, no one will bully you in the future. No matter it is a three-eyed mandala snake, a three-eyed golden dragon, or a three-eyed five-clawed golden dragon. As long as dad is here, they will all Don't try to bully you. Dad won't let them bully you."

Tang San was so moved that he wanted to cry, and shed a tear, "Dad, thank you."

Moved, really moved.

However, Tang San didn't take it seriously, "I will work hard to get revenge on my own. You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine, there won't be any problem."

After finishing speaking, Tang San smiled miserably.

The drunkard uncle nodded silently, then picked up the wine and drank heavily.

I made a mental note of Tang San's affairs.

Shock, sympathy, pity, Tang San should not have been treated like this at such a young age.

"Go to sleep, mistress, just take a nap and you'll be fine."

The drunkard uncle's words seemed to have hypnotic power, making Tang San feel his eyelids heavy and drowsy.

"Xiaosan, you are a good boy. You have passed the first test." The drunkard uncle said and left, disappearing on the Sea Eagle, including the wine bottle and peanuts.

The next day, Tang San woke up and found that he was alone, and immediately started looking for the drunkard uncle.

Tang San had forgotten what he had experienced last night. He only remembered that after telling the story to the drunkard uncle, he fell asleep from exhaustion.

"Dad..." Tang San looked around, but he felt like peeing, so he immediately went to relieve himself.

At first glance, it turns out that there is that thing? !

"What happened?"

"My skills are regressing, I can't..."

Tang San thought of the first sentence in the book: If you want to practice magical skills, you must first leave the palace.

Without any hesitation, he immediately struck!

puff.

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(End of this chapter)