Qian Mengyi finished reading what he had in hand.

Raise your eyes and look at the person in front of you.

"What's your name?"

Su Yuntao's heart was like a deer colliding with each other, and he replied with a little apprehension: "My name is Su Yuntao." ”

A flash of light flashed in Qian Mengyi's eyes, but his face did not change and said, "What did you do before?" ”

What kind of novice Holy Soul Village, the iron-beaten Su Yuntao?

Su Yuntao's voice trembled a little and said, "I was in charge of giving martial soul awakening to children in some remote areas before. ”

This is the first time he has seen such a big man.

Now there are Holy Sons and Holy Maidens in the Wuhun Temple. If nothing else, it is very likely that the Son in front of him will become the future Pope.

Today is really shit luck, such a good errand actually ran into him.

Today's events, he can blow to others for the rest of his life, believe it or not?

"Hey! I'll tell you. I spoke to the future Pope today. ”

He had already thought of the envious eyes of his colleagues!

Hahaha, you all have to call me Brother Tao in the future!

"Ah, Xiaotao, how long have you been working in the scientific research department?"

Qian Mengyi said in a condolent tone of the old leader.

Su Yuntao smiled shyly: "It didn't take long, two years." ”

Qian Mengyi smiled: "Well, it's good, do it well." Wuhun Hall will not treat you badly. ”

Su Yuntao: Oh! Is he talking about me? It's so exciting!

I will definitely try harder!

Su Yuntao left, and Qian Mengyi suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

If you follow normal logic, it seems that the protagonist should be six years old now.

After all, Chihiro had already been seriously injured when he was born, and he still knew this.

Chihiro's injury means that Tang San is dead, and Tang San's death means that Tang San is born.

First of all, regardless of why Qianrenxue's age is not the same as the original book, she is six or seven years behind the protagonist.

But now it is a certain fact that if Tang San had not been stillborn, this guy would have been six years old.

That's when all dreams begin.

Oh! The timing is critical!

Am I cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, or am I cutting the grass and eradicating the roots?

Well, be cautious!

Let's go and observe the situation first.

Qian Mengyi sat in a dark corner, exuding a gloomy and evil aura on his body, like a villain in a novel.

I'm supposed to do something!

………………

Another month later.

Gradually, the breath of autumn began to drift away.

Holy Soul Village, well, where it all began.

In the village's only blacksmith shop, a six-year-old child watched quietly the wood burning in the stove, and the pot was boiling gruel.

Well, my name is Tang San.

"Is the little three porridge ready?"

A man's voice came from inside.

Tang San responded: "It's almost good! Don't worry, Dad! ”

Then there was no more sound in the room.

His father was an old drunkard who drank all day and had a big temper.

Although life is relatively difficult, he likes the feeling of having relatives.

Suddenly, an eager voice came in from outside: "Hey! Little San, come out quickly. Today is the day of the awakening of the martial spirit! Come with me quickly, the Soul Master will be coming over soon. ”

"Village Chief Jack, but my porridge hasn't been cooked yet!"

Tang San ran out and looked at Old Jack and said with some embarrassment.

Old Jack bent down and patted Tang San's shoulder and said, "Porridge doesn't need to be cooked, now the awakening of the martial soul is the most important!" Leave your drunkard daddy alone."

Tang San had a bitter face: "But Dad, he ......"

At this time, the sloppy middle-aged man staggered out and glanced at the two people: "Little San, you go!" ”

Tang San responded: "Okay then." ”

Old Jack said with a look of disgust: "Tang Hao, can't you cheer up a little?" Don't drink all day, you're the only blacksmith shop in the village. Usually buy more meat for the junior to replenish his body. This kid is suffering from you! ”

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently: "Village Chief Jack, you don't have to say that I know." ”

Old Jack seemed to be very dissatisfied with Tang Hao's attitude: "You say this every time? But you've never changed! I really feel heartache for the junior to have a father like you! ”

Tang Hao ignored it and walked into the black hole room. There was no more sound.

Old Jack lowered his head and took Tang San's hand: "Little San, let's go!" Soon the people who have awakened the martial soul are coming. You have to be ready! ”

Tang San nodded: "I know, Grandpa Jack, what do you say my martial soul will be?" ”

Old Jack smiled and showed a kind face: "I don't know about this, but I'll tell you why our Holy Soul Village is called Holy Soul Village...............

Tang San: "Grandpa Jack, you told me about this yesterday!" ”

Jack: "Is that so?" Haha old confused, old confused. ”

Old Jack led Tang San to the small square of the village, and there were already many children waiting there at this time.

Tang San looked at the little children who were the same age as him next to him, and his curiosity about martial spirits in his heart was even stronger.

On the other side, Tang Hao, who had just entered the door, suddenly paused.

Clench your fists.

He couldn't feel the familiarity.

Title Douluo!

The people who surrounded and suppressed her and Ah Yin back then had these two breaths.

The eyes that were originally a little foggy instantly turned cold.

What are these people here for?

Come to me? Or is it? What else?

If they want to hurt the mistress, I will definitely make them pay!

The flame burned more vigorously, and a burst of red light came out, and a large amount of hot gas from the porridge in the pot clattered against the lid of the pot.

The table was shaking.

Water spilled from the bowl on the table.

There was also a 'squeak' sound on the yellow beam

Then, Tang Hao returned to the dark room.

Suddenly, the table stopped shaking, the water stopped spilling, and the fire returned to normal.

Everything is back to the way it was.