Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 247 Tang San Father and Son
In a densely wooded mountain forest, a small stream flows through, and the lazy afternoon sun shines on the stream through the dense branches.

There are a few larger pebbles beside the creek. Although it is beside the creek, the flowing water, the splashing water, and the relatively humid ground here make these pebbles still look very wet.

But there was a person sitting on the biggest cobblestone as if he didn't notice it, even if he lowered his head, he looked a bit decadent.

With a strong body, even the most ordinary linen clothes can't hide those strong muscles, and a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes are a little cloudy.

He glanced at a blue-haired boy lying in front of him. The boy was lying on the ground beside the stream, seemingly fainted, but his face was slightly grim.

The middle-aged strong man sitting on the cobblestone looked at the young man in front of him with a painful expression on his face. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't make any sound.

Just lowered his head again and remained silent in the decadence.

"Little Dance!!!"

The boy lying on the ground suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly. There was a moment of confusion, but he quickly returned to reality.

The moment Xiao Wu's blood and tears spilled, the picture was forever frozen in his mind.

Tang San punched the ground with his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered, "Why, why..."

Tang Hao sat on the side, quietly watching this scene, he did not speak to comfort, any comfort at this time seemed pale and powerless.

Because he too had experienced this feeling of helplessness, madness, heartbreak.

Tang San's hand was skinned, and blood was slowly flowing out, but he still didn't notice it, pounding the ground heavily.

How could the pain in his hand be compared to the pain in his heart? He could only use this to release his emotions slightly.

"Little San, it's over." Tang Hao finally couldn't help but speak, the current Tang San seems to be more uncomfortable than the original self.

"Heh, heh..." Tang San seemed to have noticed Tang Hao only now, staring straight at Tang Hao with those bloodshot eyes, and let out a low laugh that seemed to be self-deprecating and crazy, which seemed a little weird .

"It's over? How could it be over? Why did you save me, why didn't you save Xiao Wu? I'd rather die with her, you know?"

Tang Hao Nuonuo was speechless.

"Do you know what Xiao Wu means to me?" Tang San stared at Tang Hao without blinking his eyelids, "She is my family member, my sister, she is more like your father than you. My loved ones."

"I……"

Tang Hao was speechless, he knew that his father was not competent, and he also knew what Xiao Wu meant to Tang San.

Tang San thought that Tang Hao would never care about him, but he didn't know that Tang Hao had been secretly protecting him all the time.

But Tang Hao knew that he was not a competent father, and he didn't know how to teach his children, but his love for Tang San was no less than any father.

"I want to avenge Xiao Wu!" Tang San stopped his arm that was beating the ground, licked the blood that flowed out, and then looked at Tang Hao again, "Will you help me?"

"Do you know who the enemy is? Do you know how powerful they are? Revenge is not just talking." Tang Hao told the truth.

But Tang San didn't think so, "Are you afraid? I don't need your help either! I want to avenge Xiao Wu myself!" Tang San stood up slowly.

Perhaps because of excessive grief, coupled with the shedding of a lot of blood, Tang San's figure was a little unstable, Tang Hao wanted to help, but Tang San threw his arm away.

"Little San..." Tang Hao blamed himself a little.

Tang San ignored him, walking towards the distance with a somewhat shaky figure.

The pain in Tang Hao's eyes became more and more obvious. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had made up his mind, and opened them again.

"Do you think you can take revenge now? Even if you add me, it's nothing more than hitting a stone with a pebble, but I can help you. I have a way of revenge."

Tang San didn't notice Tang Hao's previous words, but the last sentence seemed to have magic power, Tang San stopped and turned around.

"How to take revenge."

Tang Hao sighed lightly, stepped forward to support Tang San, Tang San did not refuse this time, and leaned on Tang Hao weakly, Tang Hao looked at Tang San, and distant memories once again appeared in front of his eyes.

"Little San, you should rest for a while. Your current physical condition is very bad. Revenge is inevitable, but it cannot be done overnight."

Tang San leaned on his father's broad chest, closed his eyes, tears flowed slowly from the corners of his eyes, "Father, I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you, I know it's not your fault."

"Son, tell me what you're sorry for. How could I blame you? I can understand your feelings, really."

Tang Hao helped Tang San to sit on a dead tree, Tang San felt the warmth of his father's embrace for the first time, leaning on Tang Hao's shoulder like a child.

Tang Hao secretly sighed in his heart, maybe Tang San has always been too mature, he seems to have forgotten that he is only a 12-year-old child.

"Father, can you really understand this kind of mood? I'm really uncomfortable." Tang San whispered in a crying voice.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San beside him, and said slowly, "Yes, I probably haven't told you about your mother."

"Ah."

"Your mother is also a soul beast, the incarnation of a 10-year-old soul beast!"

"What?" This astonishing news finally lifted Tang San's spirits, "Then what happened to her, where is my mother?"

Scenes of memories that he didn't want to recall slowly appeared in front of Tang Hao's eyes, and Tang Hao closed his eyes in pain.

"She died. When she was pregnant with you, her identity was exposed. We were chased and killed by the Hall of Spirits. On the night you were born, we were surrounded by people from the Hall of Spirits. Way back."

"The mother was also..." Tang San asked in a low voice.

"No." Tang Hao shook his head in pain, "She sacrificed her soul ring to me, and I led you out of the encirclement only after I broke through the Title Douluo.

Do you know what hurts the most,
This is the most painful,
she, in my body,

I seem to feel her presence every time I get drunk. "

Tang San held Tang Hao's hand, "Father, it's not your fault, it's all Wuhundian, those despicable scum of Wuhundian!
We will definitely avenge Xiaowu and mother!No matter how long, no matter how difficult it is.

We will definitely do it! "

Tang Hao quickly adjusted his mentality, nodded and said, "We will do it, but Wuhundian is not so easy to deal with, we need help."

"What kind of help, who will help us?" Tang San knew very well the strength of Spirit Hall and its status on the mainland.

Tang Hao smiled, "Although Wuhundian is strong, it is not without opponents on the mainland. Well, Xiaosan, you should take a good rest first, and then we will get busy."

Perhaps Tang San was really tired, leaning on Tang Hao's shoulder, he fell asleep very quickly.

Looking at Tang San's face, Tang Hao felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He never thought that Tang San would go on this road after all. Hatred is too heavy for a 12-year-old child.

Tang Hao and his son have been recuperating in this forest for a while, apart from teaching Tang San how to practice, there seems to be not much talk between the two.

Especially Tang San, became more and more obsessed with cultivation, as if he was desperately trying his best.

(End of this chapter)