Sometimes, time is really like flowing water, never to return, and in the blink of an eye, three years are fleeting.

In the Holy Soul Village, in the high-end and high-grade rabbit slaughterhouse, the smell of blood is permeated from time to time and the disemboweling rabbits in the transfer box intersect with each other to outline a beautiful picture.

Three years have passed, and Tang San at this time has been exercising all year round, cultivating diligently, and he can eat a lot of rabbit meat every week, so there is a big difference between him and the original time and space.

Tang San in the original time and space has thin yellow muscles and short stature, and although the current Tang San is not handsome and elegant, he can be regarded as above the middle-class, plus the four-pack abdominal muscles that he occasionally helped Tang Da hammer to hit the iron, so as to exercise, and the last one meter three or five or so, just hit, those red hearts of nobles with unique fetishes.

For example, the aristocratic rich woman who likes Xiao Zhengtai, when she sees him, she can't close her mouth with a smile.

And those male aristocrats who like strongmen to lock men, men on top of men, and are in a dilemma, they should be in a surge of blood.

At this time, Tang San was wearing a light blue vest, carrying his hands behind his back, and walked behind the butcher with his little short legs.

And nodded from time to time, and occasionally shook his head, but at this time he would carefully explain the skills of slaughtering rabbits to these slaughterers.

Then these slaughterers would suddenly realize as if they had been empowered, and they would thank Tang San for their words.

Tang San smiled and walked all the way back to a small lounge, which was his own studio.

Tang San has been promoted in a year and a half due to his outstanding skills and excellent skills, and his current position is the first of the fifteen slaughterers, referred to as Brother Rabbit!

There is no way, there are too many rabbits to kill, and the rabbit slaughterhouse in Holy Soul Village has recruited five more slaughterers.

In Tang San's small lounge, he was slumped on the recliner, looking like Ge You was lying, his eyes slightly closed, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind.

Thinking about it, Tang San's right hand unconsciously made a movement of rolling paper, as if he was rolling something.

After a while, the fingers of his right hand seemed to be holding something, and he began to pass it to his mouth, but he closed his eyes and Tang San waited for a while, and the refreshing pleasure that he had in the past did not come.

Tang San frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and when he saw that there was nothing above his right hand, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, I forgot that this is not Shuchuan, I am already in another world." ”

When the predecessor Tang San was in Shudi, in addition to liking to eat rabbits, he would also smoke that kind of gun cigarette, and occasionally use the leaves to make some tobacco and roll it up for a change of taste.

It's just that this so-called cigarette is not the same as the smoke in the Blue Star World, Tang San's cigarette is made of herbs that can refresh the mind, and the smoke of the Blue Star, everyone who understands it, and I don't want to explain it if I don't understand.

The cigarette Tang San made was actually equivalent to an incense that could help him cultivate, but Tang San hadn't found similar medicinal materials on the Douluo Continent.

Time was in a hurry, and soon night fell, and in a rush of bells, Tang San rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself, "I actually fell asleep, and I got off work." ”

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a pungent smell of meat, and he knew that it was the smell of rabbit meat.

Although the appearance of the home has not changed, Tang San still changed the most basic pots and pans, tables and so on.

As for the two Tang family's ancestral broken bowls, Tang San didn't throw them away, but gave them to the big yellow dog at the entrance of the village.

Stepping on the small stool next to the stove, Tang San opened the big iron pot that had been renewed, and suddenly a burst of aroma filled the air, Tang San couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

In the iron pot are four dishes made from various parts of the rabbit's body, the first is a spicy spicy rabbit head, followed by the yellow-white steamed rabbit chops, and the last two stir-fried rabbit hearts and braised rabbit legs.

These four dishes were naturally prepared in advance when Tang San came back from work at noon, make a little charcoal fire, put more water in the pot, and when he came back, the dish would naturally be hot.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San shouted.

At the dinner table, the tall Tang Hao had already eaten a whole rabbit leg and a spicy rabbit head, and he rarely showed a smile when he was dripping with joy: "Little San, when did you learn this rabbit cooking, it's really not bad." ”

Tang San smiled: "Dad, it's good to eat if you like it." ”

Tang Dazhui was also very comforted in his heart, this kid didn't go to cut the blue silver grass now, as for the rabbit to kill as much as he wanted, he could not only make money, but also subsidize the family, which was good.

Rabbit, that's a good thing.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Tang San looked at Tang Da Hammer, who didn't drink today, and subconsciously asked, "Dad, why didn't you drink today?" Xiao San, there are still some golden soul coins here. ”

Hearing Tang San's question, Tang Dazhui smiled and said, "From today onwards, Dad won't continue to drink." ”

Tang San didn't know that Tang Hao's drinking had an effect, his injuries were very serious, and when his soul power couldn't suppress the injuries, he would borrow alcohol to numb himself, which would reduce the pain.

After several years of recuperation, although his injuries have not healed, he can now suppress his injuries with his soul power, so the degree of Tang Da Hammer's alcoholism will be greatly reduced.

"Little San, Tang Hao, you are all here." Just when Tang Dazhui and Tang San were having a good time, they heard an old voice outside.

This voice Tang San was very familiar with, this was the village chief of the Holy Soul Village, the person in charge of the rabbit slaughterhouse, and his top boss, Old Jack.

Tang Hao said indifferently: "The village chief is here, what are you doing?" ”

It's just that Old Jack didn't even look at him and said, "Tang Hao, the junior is already six years old, and he should also participate in this year's martial soul awakening ceremony." ”

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, a strong expectation flashed in his heart, and said, "Then participate, what day is it?" ”

Old Jack said: "Just tomorrow, junior, you don't have to go to work tomorrow, I will pick you up." ”

Tang San was stunned, this awakening ritual was more important than his work?

He asked with some curiosity, "Grandpa Jack, what is the Awakening Ritual?" ”

So, Old Jack began to repeat endlessly, the most basic situation in the Douluo Continent, that is, the so-called most noble professional soul master on the continent.

After hearing this, Tang San nodded as if he didn't understand, the Xuantian Gong he had obtained through certain methods had already entered a bottleneck at this time, or this profession called Soul Master was the key to his Xuantian Gong breaking through to the next level.

After informing Tang San, Old Jack returned to his residence the same way, because Tang San was the last, and he had already informed everyone else.