Chapter 2: The Douluo Continent on the Tip of the Tongue

"I'm back."

Tang San pushed open the door and saw his father lying on the bed board sleeping soundly, with a few wine bottles beside him.

Tang San, who was accustomed to this, skillfully began to crack the broken bottles in the house,

He once suspected that his father was not an ordinary blacksmith, and he drank this amount of alcohol every day, and he had not drunk himself to death.

Is this also the magical place of Douluo Continent?

After cleaning up the room, it is natural to start cooking, otherwise both of them will be hungry.

The selection of ingredients is the key level to ensure the quality of life every day, Tang San chose the martial soul ingredients of the second aunt of the east village today, sweet potatoes,

With a basin of natural and pollution-free clean water in the Holy Soul Village, plus a spoonful of rice planted by Second Uncle Li in the west,

The combination of ingredients makes this breakfast full of different 13 grids.

Come out! Sweet potato porridge porridge!!

Tang San took out the spoon and tasted it slightly, well, sure enough, the style of writing was deviated.

Although there are slight flaws, these are all minor problems and do not affect their sense of achievement.

I don't know why (of course it's because I'm a dog author), Tang San remembered that Guan Yun this morning,

I'm afraid that guy hasn't settled on breakfast yet, so let's help him,

So a pot of porridge, which had more water and less rice, was divided into three bowls.

Two bowls seem to be relatively generous, and one bowl has more water.

"Dad, you can get up and eat, I've made the porridge."

Tang Hao withdrew from his sleep, stroking his head with his palm, wanting to slow down his alcohol yesterday,

finally swayed to the table, and found the three bowls of porridge with similar amounts.

"Is there a guest at home?"

Tang Hao sat on the bench and asked casually,

Guest? Guan Yun? Thinking of that guy, Tang San felt a little funny,

"No, it's a wandering child on that hill in the east, claiming to be Haotian Douluo's worshipping brother."

Tang Hao's hand holding the spoon stopped in a daze, and his gaze, which had been clouded for five years, finally had a strange look,

"Haotian Douluo?"

"Yes, that guy said that he was the youngest peerless Douluo on the mainland, have you heard of it, father?"

As if mentioning something painful, Tang Hao's eyes also became extremely sad,

"No, there has never been such a number one person on the mainland."

Tang San, who was drinking porridge with his head down, did not notice his father's eccentricity, but chuckled,

"I guess so, it's just that this person pulled out a Title Douluo who worshiped him, it's really funny."

"When you bring him the porridge later,"

"Huh?"

Tang San raised his head with some doubts, he always felt that something was wrong,

"Beat him up."

"Huh?"

Tang San was a little stunned, is it really the world different? Is it so strict with children?

"Is it just because he was talking in a panic?"

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San with a little meaning,

"You'll regret it if you don't beat it."

When Tang San took the bowl to the small hill again, he found that Guan Yun was still lying on the grass, and there was no movement at all.

If Tang San hadn't known that this human physique was special, I'm afraid he would have suspected that this was a dead person.

"Guan Yun."

Tang San's cry woke up Guan Yun in his sleep, and he rubbed his eyes,

"Now, it's Tang San."

"Hmm."

The atmosphere fell into an embarrassing situation again and again, Tang San, who obviously didn't know how to talk to a child, and Guan Yun, who didn't wake up and played haha,

Tang San felt that as an adult, he should do something to break the deadlock.

"What, have you had breakfast?"

Guan Yun sneered, looking at Tang San who was twisting and pinching in front of him, and felt a little funny,

"In Uncle Ben's dictionary of life, there is no such thing as breakfast."

However, his eyes were quickly attracted by the bowl in Tang San's hand, and he immediately showed a mouthful of white teeth,

"Don't talk about anything else, in the future, you will be my brother recognized by Guan Yun, Tang San."

Then he took the bowl in Tang San's hand in one go, and ate the only few breakfasts in his life.

"Ah, it smells so good!"

The corners of Tang San's eyes trembled slightly, what about a good dictionary of life?

But what kind of anger are you fighting with this guy? It's broken my cultivation for so many years.

"Where are you from?"

"North."

Guan Yun, who was struggling with sweet potato porridge, took time out of his busy schedule to answer Tang San's question,

"North? How did you get here? ”

In the north, just being away from the imperial capital of the Heaven Dou Empire is a terrifying distance.

"Well, follow the soul master team, and the caravan or something, all the way through."

Has a five-year-old child traveled such a terrifying journey?

Guan Yun, who finished drinking the porridge, made a satisfied sound,

"You know what? Actually, I don't really like you. ”

Tang San, who was immersed in the shock brought by Guan Yun, was stunned when he heard this, and then listened to Guan Yun continue,

"You're always talking to me as an adult, not as an equal, which annoys me."

Equal status? Tang San fell into reflection on himself, is he still Tang San in his previous life?

"Thank you."

Guan Yun was stunned now, this guy has changed a little fast,

"Introduce yourself, Tang San of the Holy Soul Village, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Guan Yun looked at Tang San's outstretched palm and grinned his big white teeth,

"Yo West, Guan Yun in the north."

"Yo Si?"

"Oh, it's more of a small country in the southeast, and they always speak before they speak."

Tang San felt that his teeth were a little itchy,

"Why did you go to the southeast again?"

Guan Yun looked at Tang San with an idiot in his eyes,

"Shouldn't caravans run around?"

Tang San was silent for a while, then looked at Guan Yun coldly,

"You know what? Before I came to bring you food, my father told me to remember to beat you up. ”

Guan Yun was a little panicked, no, he was a little panicked,

"Just because I drank a bowl of porridge from your house? Your local customs are terrifying! ”

Tang San felt that he needed to emphasize the key,

"It's sweet potato porridge."

I'll go to that mammoth ivory mussel in your Star Dou Forest,

"What about sweet potatoes? And do you have any misconceptions about porridge? It's a bowl of rice soaked in water, okay! ”

At the mention of delicious things, Tang San's whole person exuded a dangerous aura,

"Is there anything wrong with this porridge?"

"With my years of experience in creating the north and the south......"

Guan Yun couldn't go on, because he saw Tang San take out a knife about the size of a palm from somewhere, and squeeze it in his hand,

Years of experience have taught him that if he says something bad, the knife will stick in his head.

What the? You ask Guan Yun why he knows that it will be inserted in his head?

Big brother, no matter how stupid I am, I can feel the chill on my head!

"Why are you carrying a knife with you?!"

Guan Yun's tone was a little crying,

This place is too dangerous, I'm going back to the north,

Tang San snorted, and then put the knife away,

"It's not a knife, it's a throwing knife."

Guan Yun cried silently in his heart,

That's not the point! The point is that you carry a throwing knife with you, no! Why do you carry a knife with you? You dead tsundere!