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Chapter 9 It's Not a Hurt (Favorites!)

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the martial soul has awakened, the host can summon to check."

Ignoring the system prompts, the smile on Tang Fan's face has gradually disappeared after saying that sentence, only the last trace of stiffness remained on his face.

Nonsense, a Titled Douluo is in front of you, his face is so dark that his facial features are almost unrecognizable, if it were you, would you be happy?
"One hit me ten?" Tang Hao's voice was extremely deep and hoarse at this time, every word seemed to pop out from between his teeth.

Xiaofan, really, it's not that my brother doesn't help you, it's because he's powerless!
Tang San looked at his brother who was desperately trying to die with a sore face, full of helplessness in his heart, knowing that the next scene might not be suitable for children, so he silently turned around and stopped looking at it.

He was afraid that seeing it would hurt his heart!
After Tang Hao finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand to grab Tang Fan's collar.

He has already figured it out, the child is still young and needs a complete childhood, otherwise he will always feel that something is missing when he grows up.

This is not good for children.

Therefore, for the sake of the child's future, at this moment, he has already decided whether to fall on a tree or be tied with a rope, or just simply find a stick.

Seeing that Tang Hao was about to grab him, Tang Fan's brain was spinning extremely fast.

To not resist that, not to resist that, or not to resist that?
He felt that this time might be the most brain turning since he was born, but unfortunately there is still no good way.

Hey~
With a last breath in his heart, Tang Fan accepted his fate.

Both father and son were thinking about it in the shortest possible time, but the content was "a little bit" different.

Even though, the faint aroma of wine mixed with some time-precipitated smell entered Tang Fan's nose, and it was not difficult to taste. On the contrary, the coolness added to the strong body of the other party made him a little obsessed with these smells.

The taste of a father alone.

But obviously, Tang Fan has no time to be infatuated now. Not only did he not, but he started to panic because his toes were getting farther and farther from the ground, and some cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

"Wait, Dad!"

Looking straight at Tang Fan who was caught in front of his eyes, Tang Hao said lightly: "Say."

Tang Fan seemed to see a life-saving straw, without the slightest hesitation, fearing that he would be slapped if he was too slow, he said:

"Now I can tell you all the abilities I saw in my dreams so you don't have to hit me"

Tang Hao already raised his hand and began to slap his ass: "It's not too late to listen to this later."

When the slap is incited, there is a whistling wind. Just by listening to the wind, you can know the power of the slap, just when you are about to reach the destination, at the critical moment.

Tang Fan was not reconciled, and was still making the last struggle, shouting loudly: "Blue Silver Grass!"

Tang Hao paused, the slap was only a few centimeters away from the target!
Seeing this, Tang Fan didn't dare to hesitate, and continued to shout: "Our martial spirit is the Blue Silver Grass!"

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then slowly put him down: "Show me your martial soul."

Not far away, Tang San hurriedly turned around and came to Tang Hao when he heard it. Without hesitation, he released the blue silver grass directly, as if he wanted to protect his lovely brother in this way.

But Tang Hao was stunned the moment the blue silver grass appeared, and it seemed that only the delicate blue grass was left in his eyes.

Gently raised his hand to touch it, but just when he was about to touch it, he stopped, his hand trembled slightly, and tried to move forward a few times, wanted to touch it, but stopped and retracted again and again.

The usually expressionless face was touched at this moment, not so indifferent, and even faint clouds could be seen in his eyes.

There is deep love in the moving eyes, even more thick yearning, and a little guilt is also mixed in it.

"Yes, she is her." Tang Hao's voice trembled a little, but it was unprecedentedly gentle, and the strong love in his eyes almost gushed out.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his other hand, and a miniature hammer appeared:
"Dad, look."

Hearing Tang San's voice, Tang Hao came back to his senses, looked back inadvertently, then froze for a moment, then said with shock in his mouth: "This is."

suddenly!

Tang Hao grabbed his arms with excited hands, looked at him seriously and asked, "Have you ever let others see this hammer?"

It was the first time Tang San saw his father's expression, so he replied very seriously:
"No, when I awakened my martial soul, I found that the other children were all the same. I didn't want to look different, so I hid it."

Then Tang San asked his doubts: "What's the matter, Dad, is there any problem?"

Tang Hao pondered for a moment, then said solemnly:
"Little San, your second martial soul must not be exposed casually except when your life is in danger. Also, before you reach Title Douluo, you must not attach any soul rings to your second martial soul!"

"Yeah!" Tang San nodded seriously.

"Finally." Tang Hao said with some memories in his eyes: "Promise me, in the future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand!"

Although Tang San didn't understand why, he still nodded seriously.

"Oh, why are you talking so vaguely? Really." Tang Fan who was standing beside him couldn't bear it anymore. Really, he's such a grown-up person, can't he explain it more clearly?

It's cool to complain, but when Tang Hao looked over, Tang Fan couldn't help shivering.
Tang Fan let out an innocent smile and giggled.

Tang Hao stared blankly at Tang Fan's small face, he was a little dumbfounded, he hadn't looked at the two children very well, until now he realized that Tang Fan was so cute when he smiled.

Dazed for a moment, after regaining his senses, he couldn't help but speak softer: "Your martial soul, let me have a look."

Speaking of Wuhun, the corners of Tang Fan's mouth could not help but rise, his brows were filled with excitement, and then he stretched out a small hand.

Tang Hao looked at it for a long time, frowned and asked, "Wuhun?"

Tang Fan grinned and then with his soul power, a miniature hammer like Tang San appeared in his hand, floating here quietly, and then said:

"Dad, look at the hammer."

Tang Hao frowned when he saw it, recalling what his youngest son said before, he couldn't help guessing in his heart:

Could it be that Xiaofan is also a two-handed martial spirit?

The appearance of this idea surprised him. After all, there were few twin martial souls, but two of them appeared in his family at once!

Just when Tang Hao was in surprise, Tang Fan's crisp childish voice came:
"Although my soul power is only level nine, my martial soul is stronger than my brother's."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, glanced at Tang Hao and Tang San, with a smile on his face, and then gently uttered three words from his small mouth:
"Guess~"

Tang San:"."

Tang Hao: "."

Tang San shook his head and smiled dotingly.

Tang Hao didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and grabbed Tang Fan's collar and lifted him up.

"Dad! Dad! Dad! I, I was wrong! I'll say it right away! I'll say it right away!" Tang Fan regretted it instantly, he regretted it so much, why would he be so mean when he had nothing to do!
Isn't this a no-brainer accident!

"Let's talk about it later, it's not too late." Tang Hao said lightly, without any hesitation, and didn't give Tang Fan any chance to speak, he just raised his hand.
Tang San turned his back silently, but Tang Fan's screams from time to time made his heart ache, so he could only comfort himself in his heart:
It's okay, it's okay, Dad hit it, Dad hit it, it's not hurt, right!It's not hurting!

If it doesn't hurt, then I don't care.

Correct!
That's right!

That's it!

Three minutes later, Tang Fan's eyes were a little red, and there were clear tears on his tender and fair face. Tang San came to his brother with a distressed face, and asked with concern:
"Xiaofan, it's okay, I'll make medicine for you, brother will wait."

After Tang San finished speaking, he didn't hesitate at all, and went directly to make the anti-swelling medicine. As for why it was the anti-swelling medicine, there was no way, who made Tang Fan's fart G so plump now?
Soon, in just a few minutes, after Tang San made it, he began to help Tang Fan who was lying on the bed apply the medicine. Looking at the flushed "plump" ass, Tang San felt pain in his heart, and even felt that his father was a little bit agitated. too heavy.

But soon he was in no mood to complain.

Although Tang San was already very careful during the application process, Tang Fan still let out a scream from time to time. Tang San endured the distressed feeling, and while comforting Tang Fan, he applied the ointment more carefully each time.

(End of this chapter)