Douluo Dalu

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"Little three:

When you saw this letter, I was gone. Don't go find me, you can't find me.

Although you are still small, you have the ability to take care of yourself. The eagle can only fly higher with its own wings.

Don't worry about me, your character has inherited many of your mother's delicateness. Dad is a useless person. You are getting bigger, Dad needs to get back some things that should belong to me. One day, our father and son will meet again.

I hope that you become strong, but you don't want to be strong, your own way, you choose.

If one day you feel that the career of the soul teacher is not good, then go back to the holy soul village, like me, be a blacksmith.

Do not read.

Don Juan. ”

Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San’s whole person has been stunned, and the joyful moment of the fullness has turned into helpless loss.

Dad is gone, Dad, why are you leaving?

Old Jack looked at Tang San’s disappointment and smiled bitterly: “Don’t have a harbinger of this guy’s move. The day before yesterday I came to let him build a farm implement. He’s going, we’ll have to find another blacksmith later. This guy is really irresponsible."

Tang San slowly returned to God. "Grandpa Jack, you mean, Dad just left in these two days?"

Old Jack nodded. "It should be the last two days. Xiaosan, don't be sad, for such a father is not worth it. Go with my grandfather, go to my house."

Tang San shook his head silently, carefully folded the paper in his hand and put it in his arms.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack, the home is so messy, I will not ask you to stay. I have to clean up."

Old Jack stunned. He didn't expect the little Tang San to go down the order and sigh. He said, "Okay. But, what do you need, even if you come to me." Shakelessly shook his head and turned to the outside. Go.

Old Jack left, and there were only two people in the blacksmith shop. Tang San did not open, so he began to pick up the messy room and clean up the room.

Surprisingly, the lively and active dance on weekdays remained silent at this time, went to Tang San, quietly helped him to put a piece of things, and brought water from the outside water tank to help him. Wipe the dust inside the room.

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Notting Junior School of Souls.

The master is looking at the book in his room. Xiao San is back home, and his heart is empty. After getting along for a year, although he did not say anything, his feelings for this disciple are constantly deepening.

Until the morning of Tang San, he still hesitated to go to his house to see. Finally, the master also rejected his own idea. There are many reasons, and even he himself cannot tell.

砰, 砰, 砰, at this time, the knocking on the door suddenly sounded.

The master's brow wrinkled, usually in addition to Tang San, no one will come to him.

"Please come in." The master put down the book in his hand and said faintly.

The door opened and a tall figure came in from the outside. He wore a simple gray robes, and the messy black hair was scattered on his shoulders. The old face was engraved with vicissitudes of life. A pair of muddy eyes seemed to have reached the age of the wind, and he did not match the appearance of his 50-year-old.

"Hello, Master." The voice of the coming man was low and hoarse.

I don't know why, when this person just entered the door, the master was subconsciously nervous, and even the soul was not consciously spread all over the body.

"You are?" Slowly stood up, a few doubts in the eyes of the master.

The gray man said faintly: "Speaking, we should have seen it for 20 years. I am looking at it now, and it is no wonder that you don't recognize me. My name is Don Juan."

"Don Juan?" The master has always changed his mind. The pupils of his eyes are almost instantaneously focused. He stares at the person in front of him. His hands are caught on the table and his fingers have turned blue and white. You, you are..."

Tang Yan waved his hand and stopped the master from saying it. The cold voice said: "The title of the past does not need to be mentioned. In the past, we also had a few faces. Others may think that you are just a madman, but I know that. You are a persistent person."

The master's emotions gradually calmed down, and the stiff face touched a little. "It seems that I guessed it correctly. You really are the father of Xiaosan. He has already gone home. Why are you here?"

Tang Yan nodded his head and said faintly: "It is because he is going home, I will be here. I know, you accept him as a disciple. As a father, I should have come to see you soon. I am leaving. The only thing I care about is him, so I hope to pay you the small three."

"Where are you going? Where are you going? He is your son." The master scorned Tang Yan and his eyes were sharp.

Tang Zhen is still a cold look. "He is also your apprentice. I have to go, there are many things that I have to do. He follows me and won't be happy. I have no other requirements, his Life is chosen by himself. Ten years, I have left the world for ten years. Now that he has grown up, there are things that I have to do."

The master took a deep breath. "I don't know what happened to you. But I can see that Xiaosan is very attached to you. Don't you think that it is too cruel to him?"

Tang Yan said faintly: "He decided to take an extraordinary road. It is cruel to him when he is with me. Well, I have already said it if I want to say it, no matter when, remember, he It is my son."

After saying this, Tang Yan raised his hand and waved a black-and-black token on the table in front of the master. The token was exactly the same as that produced by the master when he entered the forest of hunting souls with Tang San. However, the pattern on this token is a whole six...