Douluo Dalu: I can steal other people's martial arts spirits

"Wow, the craftsmanship is pretty good..."

Ling Mo was so busy that he finally made his mushroom stewed meat porridge. The aroma was so fragrant that even the drunkard sleeping inside could smell it.

Tang San was stunned. He didn't expect that a simple porridge could be made so complicated! It turns out that there is so much to pay attention to in this cooking skill.

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"What does this mean... The main reason is that there are not enough materials, otherwise I would show you today what it means to be a top chef..."

When it comes to cooking skills, Ling Mo is definitely an expert in this area. In her previous life, she was proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, and she even studied eating in depth.

"A big pot full! Okay, let's start dinner..."

When the pot was lifted, the aroma immediately hit the nostrils. The fresh pork porridge was ready. Even Tang Hao was attracted by the inexplicable aroma and walked out with a splash.

"dad……"

Oh, Dad? What a humble name, then...Dad, come and drink porridge!

Noticing the movement behind him, Tang San turned around and found that Tang Hao had already sat on the table without knowing when.

It looks like they are waiting for food! No wonder, after serving him at home for so many years, Tang San had become accustomed to opening his mouth for food and reaching for clothes, and was too lazy to move.

"What a slacker!"

Ling Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes, but what made him curious was that Tang Hao didn't seem to have any indication of his arrival.

His identity is inherently sensitive. Shouldn't he be alert when a stranger suddenly breaks into his home?

"Okay! Bring this bowl to your father. This bowl is yours. This pot is mine, haha..."

Lifting up two bowls of porridge, Ling Mo handed them to Tang San. When he saw that there was still a full pot in the pot, Ling Mo suddenly showed an evil smile.

"Good guys! I'm here to destroy you today..."

Ling Mo hasn't tasted this delicious food for a long time, and he can be considered a representative of laziness!

Normally in the village, he would never cook for anything he could eat. He would live a life of leisurely life without a meal, so he hadn't had such delicious food in a long time and he was so greedy.

Anyway, he was alone, so he could eat and drink more casually, unlike Tang San, who had to take care of his father.

With excitement, Ling Mo was about to throw himself into the pot to finish the remaining porridge. Unexpectedly, Tang Hao suddenly appeared beside him and pulled him back directly.

"What are you doing? That's mine..."

Ma De, in front of food, Ling Mo doesn't care who you are, even if you are facing the notorious Haotian Douluo.

Tang Hao paid attention to Ling Mo's struggle, lifted him up with one hand, and drank the porridge in the pot one mouthful at a time, making Ling Mo greedy.

How long has this guy not eaten meat? It's no wonder that the few money he earned from blacksmithing was spent on wine, and there was no spare money to buy meat.

Mainly Lingmo's porridge, which was so delicious that even Tang San praised it.

The porridge in the pot slowly bottomed out, and only a little bit remained before Tang Hao was satisfied.

"Damn, my porridge..."

Ling Mo finally knew what robbery meant. The porridge in the pot was almost at the bottom. After scooping it out, there was only one bowl left.

This amount was acceptable to Ling Mo before, but after his martial soul awakened, his appetite became larger and larger. How could he keep it full?

"Boy! You are very good, the porridge is delicious..."

Tang Hao replied calmly, let go of Ling Mo, and went directly back to the room, giving Ling Mo a meaningful smile as he left.

"Huh? What a weird smile. Did this old drunk see anything?"

Ling Mo immediately calmed down, glanced meaningfully, and then walked aside resentfully holding the last bowl of porridge.

Ling Mo, who was famous for cheating, abducting and robbing Daoxiang Village, finally fell into trouble in Shenghun Village.

This made him very unconvinced. It was always me who cheated others. When did it become someone else's turn to cheat me?

Helplessly carrying the porridge to the table, Ling Mo suddenly became furious when she saw that there was still a big bowl in Tang San's bowl, and then when she saw the small amount in her own bowl.

"Okay! Two old boys teamed up to bully me. I can't stand it anymore..."

Thinking about it, Ling Mo felt more and more aggrieved. He didn't dare to mess with Tang Hao, so he could only settle the score with his son.

Ling Mo was ready to go and kept calm. As soon as he reached the table, Ling Mo took action instantly, "Bring it to me..."

Little did he know that as soon as he made his move, Tang San reacted and before his hand even touched the bowl, Tang San snatched it away.

"Hey, you want to eat shit? You gave this to me, and now you want to go back? It's impossible..."

Tang San looked at Ling Mo amusedly and angrily, as if he had already seen through your trick.

What an interesting and wonderful person. He obviously shows himself to be mature and prudent, but he often does such childish tricks.

Tang San admired Ling Mo's free and easy attitude, being carefree and free from worries. She had enough food for herself and the whole family was not hungry! You can do whatever you want without thinking about the consequences.

"Tch, I've been living in Daoxiang Village in Lingmo for many years, but I didn't expect that I would stumble in this small Holy Soul Village today! It's sad, it's a shame..."

Hearing Ling Mo speak so sadly, Tang San thought he was really angry. He shouldn't be such a stingy person.

"How about this! I'll give you this bowl..."

Tang San said tentatively, but as soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mo had already taken action.

"Look back and dig! Haha, you've been tricked..."

In Tang San's astonished expression, the bowl in his hand had already reached Ling Mo's hand, leaving him alone and messy in the wind.

"Holy shit, you tricked me!"

"Hey, today I'll teach you a lesson, let you know what it means to be evil in the heart..."

Finally got it, Lingmo ate and drank a lot, and it was impossible for Tang San to take it back, everything happened too fast.

After a simple play, Lingmo finally established a good friendship with Tang San, which was the first step in the Douluo hegemony.

Why didn't Lingmo just get on the pirate ship of the Spirit Hall? What are you thinking, do you think you can enter the Spirit Hall just by wanting to?

Even if you get in, why can you stand out in it? Because you are handsome?

If there were such easy things in the world, there wouldn't be so many poor ghosts...

After staying at Tang San's house for a day, watching them forging iron in the afternoon, Lingmo suddenly had an idea.

"The Five-Colored Divine Light can steal the spirit, but there is no limit. If I steal the spirit and spirit skills of a Titled Douluo, can I use it?"

This is a very important question. Lingmo has been making a guess. Because there is no professional guidance, the knowledge of the spirit is also half-understood.

Lingmo did what he said. He activated his martial soul and used it secretly behind his father's back. The moment his pupils were opened, he aimed at Tang Hao. Unexpectedly, a cold light came at him instantly.

He was instantly blown away. Tang San looked at him in surprise. He was very confused about Lingmo's behavior. Even Tang Hao was confused.

"Did this kid take the wrong medicine? He fell on himself? Was he angry because of the pot of porridge in the morning?"

Tang Hao said in a low voice. He didn't know that Lingmo had used the five-color divine light on him just now.

In the huge impact, Lingmo was rushed out of the house and stood up from the ground with difficulty. His face was very pale.

"Damn, the power of the Titled Douluo is so strong that I almost lost myself in the moment of contact..."

It is true that the five-color divine light can steal martial souls, but if the level difference with the opponent is too great, Lingmo's body can't withstand the impact of that power at all.

However, he can be sure that even a Titled Douluo can't find that he has stolen the martial soul, but Lingmo can't withstand the impact, so this stealing is considered a failure.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Tang San ran out anxiously, perhaps he had already acknowledged Ling Mo as a friend in his heart, so he was very concerned.

"I'm fine! I drank too much fake wine, and I feel a little dizzy..."

Ling Mo waved his hand indifferently, indicating that Tang San didn't need to worry.

And Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, "Will this kind of mental short circuit occur after drinking too much fake wine?"

"..."

Ling Mo was speechless. He originally wanted to steal Tang Hao's martial soul to play around and test his guess, but he didn't expect that he couldn't bear that power at all.