Wulin didn't cry and stood up...... , cough cough, ask for collections, ask for recommendation votes. I'll be nice to him.

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Inside the white soul ball, there was a little guy crawling quietly.

It looked so small, only about ten centimeters long, not as slender as a child's fingers, and its whole body was an earthy yellow, and it took a closer look to distinguish the tiny diamond-shaped scales on its body.

"Is this a soul?" Tang Ziran looked up at the spirit transmitter, his voice already full of incredulity.

This tiny creature is known to most people, because it is very common, the grass snake, a harmless small animal, although it is a snake, it can definitely be regarded as the weakest existence in this race.

Adult grass snakes can grow to twenty to thirty centimeters long, with finger thickness, and feed on some weak insects.

If you want to describe it in the simplest way, then four words are enough, harmless to humans and animals.

Since the awakening of the martial soul and the possession of soul power, Tang Wulin has had countless fantasies about his first soul. Fantasizing about what his soul looks like, how he will combine with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, so as to improve his martial soul, make the martial soul strong, give himself a cool soul skill, and officially become a soul master.

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is so cruel.

It's not a question of strength, it's a question of whether it's a soul or not.

The spirit messenger looked at this little grass snake and was also a little dazed, sighed lightly, and said a little bitterly: "The house leak happened to rain overnight, child, your luck is really ......."

The soul in front of him, he really knows the origin. Artificial souls also rely on soul beast genes, and due to the gradual extinction of soul beasts, soul beast genes are also constantly being lost. So the researchers of the Spirit Transmission Tower have made many attempts. One of these attempts is to extract the genes of non-soul beast animals and try to make souls. See what the resulting spirits can do.

The experiment was successful, but it turned out that the spirits made by animal genes were weak and pitiful, and no one would buy them at all.

There is no doubt that this grass snake is the defective product he said before, and it is not an ordinary defective product, it does not even have a trace of soul beast genes. It is in the hundredth place of all the souls that can be drawn, while the soul orbs in the random draw machine remain at the number one hundred all year round......

After sighing, the spirit transmitter nodded and said, "I'm sure he's a spirit, it's just that it's weaker. After the soul is extracted, it has been activated and needs to be fused within twenty-four hours. Otherwise, it will dissipate and die. You can decide for yourself whether you want to fuse it or not, and if you give up, you can choose other souls later. ”

Tang Ziran looked at his sluggish son, barely suppressed the pain in his heart, and put his arm around his son's shoulder, "Linlin, let's go home." ”

Tang Wulin didn't say anything, just took a step and walked out.

"Wait a minute. Finally, the herald couldn't hold back and stopped them.

"This soul, you better give it up. Although it was a successful test subject, ...... "out of compassion, he still told the origin of this grass snake spirit."

Tang Wulin didn't know how he got home at all, he had been holding the soul ball in his arms tightly, the grass snake soul seemed very well-behaved, and he didn't climb out of the soul ball, in fact, this kind of lowest, lowest-level soul didn't even have a little wisdom, and before it fused with the martial soul, it didn't even have a sense of the outside world.

"Son, don't be sad. Dad will find a way to make money. You can rest assured that Dad will be able to earn enough money in a short period of time to help you buy a suitable soul. Tang Ziran's eyes flashed with determination, for the sake of his son, he made up his mind, some things, after all, still have to face.

Tang Wulin shook his head gently, "Dad, I'll go back to the room first." ”

Na'er stayed quietly and followed Tang Wulin back to his room.

Sitting on his bed, looking at the soul in his hand, and then looking at his calloused palm, tears finally gushed out uncontrollably.

The martial soul awakened, and when he learned that he was a waste martial soul blue silver grass, he didn't cry, after all, the companion has soul power, and if he has soul power, he will have a chance.

When his father told him that the conditions at home were not good, and he was afraid that he would not have the money to buy him a soul, he did not cry. Dad said that you have to do your own thing. You can also make money yourself. You can also help mom and dad.

The first time he went to the Pitian studio to wield the hammer a thousand times, his arms were in pain, and he couldn't even lift his arms to eat, he didn't cry. He put in the effort, passed the test, and he saw hope. Where there is hope, there is the possibility of success.

For three years, he sweated every day in front of the forging table, and when his classmates were playing at home, he was working with pieces of metal, and he spent longer than others meditating. No matter how hard and tired he was, he didn't cry, he faced everything with a smile every day, and told his parents every day that it was all easy.

Now, he's crying.

It's been three years, and I've finally saved enough money, and I've finally cultivated my soul power to level ten, and I'm about to succeed. Thirty thousand, thirty thousand pieces condensed by countless sweats, turned into this weak soul in front of him who didn't even have a little soul beast gene. All the hard work has come to naught.

His tenacity, his strength, and his persistence seem to have all been shattered at this moment, turning into tears, big drops, big drops.

A tear fell into the soul orb, gradually soaking the little grass snake, and the grass snake's body writhed slightly, as if enjoying this slightly salty liquid.

The white and tender little hands reached out in front of him, gently wiping tears for him, and Na'er stood in front of him with red eyes.

At this moment, her heart seemed to be connected with him, and she could completely feel the pain in his heart.

Disappointment, sadness and other negative emotions lingered in Tang Wulin's heart.

Tang Wulin wanted to shout loudly, but at this moment, he didn't even seem to have the strength to shout.

"Brother, brother doesn't cry. The tears never ran away, so Na'er threw herself on him and hugged his head.

Tang Wulin choked up, "Why, God is so unfair to me, why, I work so hard but I can't get a chance." I want to be a soul master, I want to be a powerful soul master!"