Douluo: red pupil Douluo

Chapter 1, What will my Wuhun be?

"Hey, before you know it, it's been six years already?"

Tang Zuo was lying on the mountainside, looking at the stars in the sky, lamenting his fate.

"Brother, let's go home for dinner."

Not far from the mountain appeared a thin figure, who looked about five to six years old.

"Got it, little three."

After finishing speaking, Tang Zuo stood up and followed Tang San back home.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, Tang Zuo saw his drunken mother, and couldn't help but twitched his lips, but recovered immediately.

"Then the boss is still a titled Douluo, and you let us raise him?" Tang Zuo thought inwardly.

Tang Zuo worked in a comic company in his previous life, and was responsible for the Sinicization of Naruto and the special effects of Douluo Dalu. He had no family in his previous life, and even had few friends.

It was a sunny morning, Tang Zuo was leisurely walking on the street, when a shout came.

"Ah, help, please, please help me."

At that time, countless people passed by there, and there was no one to help her. Tang Zuo was very fond of fighting injustices. He found himself turned into a baby. After continuous understanding, he realized that he had traveled to the world of Douluo Continent.

It's okay to be hit by a car and travel through such bloody plots, not to mention that he actually traveled through time and became Tang San's brother. I don't know if he is his own brother.

When he was three years old, he discovered another shocking secret. He found that he looked exactly like Sasuke in Naruto, with a pair of sharp eyes on that handsome face, and a seductive aura from that high nose bridge. .

Of course, that was the appearance of Tang Zuo when he grew up.

At best, he is just a cute little handsome guy, uh, yes, cute.

Ever since Tang Zuo crossed over, he has been planning his future with great ambition.

He was regarded as a child prodigy by Tang Hao since he was born, and he is different from Tang San in the hope of dealing with Wuhundian. Although Tang San is a time traveler, he does not have Tang Zuo's terrifying mental power, nor Tang Zuo's handsome appearance. .

Tang Zuo was able to speak at half a year old, and he was able to run when he was less than one year old. This series of movements amazed Tang Hao, and even more astonishing Tang San who grew up with him.

If only these Tang San can accept, but he still has strength that is several times stronger than Tang San.

Later Tang San found out that he couldn't compare with his brother at all, and his brother was someone else's child.

"Father, wake up, it's time to eat," Tang Zuo said.

Tang Hao also sat up after hearing Tang Zuo's words, ready to eat.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a deafening knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Tang San wanted to open the door, but Tang Zuo pressed him down.

"Little San, eat well, I'll go."

Tang Zuo's exquisite face was full of love and care, and he looked like a younger brother.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

After Tang Zuo opened the door, what came into view was a white-haired old man wearing yellow clothes and leaning on a walking stick.

"Grandpa Jack? Why are you here?" Tang San asked suspiciously.

"Little San, Xiao Zuo, tomorrow the master soul master will come to help you awaken your martial soul, I will let you know, and wish you good luck by the way."

"Really?" Tang Zuo guessed it when he saw Jack coming, but even knowing it didn't stop him from getting excited.

"What spirit will I awaken? Sharingan? Clear Sky Hammer? I'm looking forward to it."

Just as Tang Zuo was dreaming, Jack began to scold Tang Hao again.

"You said that you are an adult and are raised by two children. Are you embarrassed?"

Tang Hao ignored Jack directly after hearing this, as if nothing happened.

Tang Zuo has been in awe of Jack since he was born.

Who is Jack?He is a person with a hard-spoken Titled Douluo, a person who can scold Titled Douluo, and a person who brought out two gods in later generations. Can this be a joke?
"Hey." Jack shook his head after seeing Tang Hao's reaction, expressing that he felt worthless for the two brothers of the Tang family.

Tang Zuo and Tang San smiled at each other, waved their hands helplessly, and said nothing.

After Jack left, the three of them ate a meal in a hurry. Our protagonist Tang Zuo is a master chef, who can make tofu in a hundred ways.

Everyone has an expression of enjoyment.

"Brother, I'm full." Tang San looked at his bulging stomach and thought to himself.

"I've lived two lifetimes, why do I feel like a child every time I eat my brother's food?"

Tang Zuo nodded.

"I'm done eating too."

Tang Zuo put down his bowl and chopsticks, and together with Tang San cleaned up the table.

After a while, the two finished cleaning the bowl and chopsticks. Seeing Tang Hao forging iron, Tang San asked, "Father, can you teach me how to forge iron?"

Tang Hao hesitated slightly.

"How_? Do you want to learn blacksmithing?"

Tang San nodded, and Tang Zuo on the side also nodded interestingly.

"Okay, let me demonstrate it to you."

After all, Tang Hao picked up the hammer, hammered and hammered rhythmically on the iron, the piece of fine iron kept splashing sparks, and the deafening knocking sound formed a rhythm in Tang San's ears, as if it was a piece of music , and in Tang Zuo's ears... well, it was noise.

Soon, that piece of refined iron completely changed.

"Well, have you two learned?"

Tang San nodded.

Tang Zuo nodded.

Tang Hao handed the hammer to Tang San.

"Little San, you come first."

Hearing this, Tang San took over the heavy hammer, of course, it was only in the eyes of others, it was not heavy to Tang San.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of hammering iron kept coming.

ten times...

did not stop.

Twenty beats...

did not stop.

In the end, it was fixed at 38 strokes.

"Three... 38 strokes?"

Tang Hao's pupils dilated, until he took a breath.

Tang San then handed the hammer to Tang Zuo, both of them looked at him expectantly, making Tang Zuo feel terrified.

"Bang bang bang!"

Thirty blows...

did not stop.

Forty beats...

did not stop.

"Father, brother..." Tang San looked at Tang Hao like he was looking at a monster, and even Tang Hao smiled for a long time.

"Five, 56 strokes?"

Tang Hao's jaw almost dropped in shock.

"Father, what's this move called?" Tang San was the first to wake up from the shock Tang Zuo gave him, and asked.

"It's called the Chaotic Cloaking Wind Hammer Technique." Tang Hao deliberately added a pause, and then emphasized the following words.

At this moment, Tang Zuo couldn't help but recall a story from his previous life.

A long time ago, there was a person named Xia Ji. She was a blacksmith, and she pursued the ultimate in blacksmithing since she was a child. Suddenly, one day, he came up with inspiration and used a special method to research the random cloak wind hammer method, but she was not strong enough. , so she could only hammer it eight times, and later this hammering method was recorded by her descendants.

Therefore, the chaotic wind hammer method.

Thinking of this, Tang Zuo burst out laughing.

Tang Hao looked at the smile on Tang Zuo's incomparably handsome face, and even a smile appeared on his century-old ice-cold fool.

"Brother, I thought I couldn't compare to you in other aspects, but in forging I was sure to win, but I was hit by you again." Tang San stared blankly at Tang Zuo and said.

Tang Zuo scratched his head in embarrassment, then raised his right hand, merged his index finger and middle finger, and knocked on Tang San's head.

"There is Lucid, Tang San."

Tang San blushed...

Tang San buried his face in his lap...

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