Douluo: Love You Without Regret

This boy was Tang San, who jumped off a cliff in Tangmen, and he had been in this world for 5 years. When he woke up from a coma, he found that he couldn't do anything but a warm feeling. But the expected death did not come, and soon, he came to this world through a process of extrusion. It wasn't until a long time later that Tang San understood what was going on. He wasn't dead, but he was no longer the Tang San he used to be.

After he was born, it took Tang San nearly a year to learn the language of this world. He still remembered that when he was born, although he couldn't open his eyes to watch, he heard a thick male voice crying like a heartbreaker. When he learned the language of this world and recalled with his extraordinary memory, he could only remember that the man seemed to be shouting, Sanmei, don't leave me, and that man was his father Tang Hao. His mother in this world had already died in childbirth at that time. I don't know if it's God's will or just a coincidence. In order to commemorate his dead wife, Tang Hao gave him the magical name Tang San.

Children of the same age in the village would often make fun of him, but Tang San was very satisfied. It was, after all, the name he had used in another world for nearly three decades. Familiarity alone has already made him fall in love with these two words.

Coming to this world, after the initial surprise and fear, to the later excitement and the current calm, Tang San has completely accepted the reality. In his opinion, this is another chance given to him by God. Perhaps the greatest wish in the past life can be realized in this life.

□□ came to this world, but Tang San has the greatest wealth, that is memory. As the most outstanding genius of Tangmen's outer sect, the manufacturing methods of Tangmen's various secret weapons were imprinted in his mind. And after he stole the secrets of Tangmen's inner sect, he has been eager to taste it for many years. In the process of learning, the highest inner sect's Xuantian treasure record was also memorized by his heart. Tang San hoped that the glory of Tang Sect could be reproduced in this world.

"It's time to go back." Tang San looked behind him, there was still no movement in the woods, turned around and continued running.

Not long after he left, two people appeared in the woods, one big and one small, adults in their twenties, with red hair reaching shoulder-to-shoulder, wearing a red robe with a golden pattern on the robe. Huaer, the child looks less than 5 years old, with white hair reaching to the waist, and he is also wearing a long robe, but it is light blue, and this flower is also outlined on it.

This child is Qianye, he looked at Tang San's figure in the distance, with a smile on his face with baby fat, he pulled the man's sleeve, and said, "Let's go, Huan, let's take a look."

Huan nodded, waved his hand, and a red hood covered their figures. With a flash of red light, they disappeared, or in other words, they were invisible.

Tang San's house lived on the west side of the Holy Spirit Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses were the most primitive in the entire village. On the big roof in the middle, there was a wooden sign about one meter in diameter. with a humble hammer. The most widely represented meaning of hammer in this world refers to blacksmith.

That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village. In this world, blacksmiths can be said to be one of the lowest occupations. For some special reason, the top weapons in this world are not forged by blacksmiths. But, as the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but most of that meager income is...

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the fragrant aroma of rice. It wasn't the breakfast that Tang Hao made for him, but what he made for Tang Hao.

From the age of four, when Tang San was not tall enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily job. Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stovetop.

It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because it wasn't like this, Tang San almost never had enough time to eat.

When I came to the stove, I stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, lifted the lid of the big iron pot, and the smell of rice came out, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San would put the rice in the pot and prepare the firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was already cooked.

Qianye looked around curiously, seeing Tang San picking up two bowls beside the stove with more than ten notches, Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him. The grains of rice in the porridge can almost be counted at a glance.

"This is... porridge?" Qianye exclaimed in surprise, not at all worried about being discovered by Tang San. Huan next to him nodded, squinted his eyes, and thought to himself: For a child who is growing up, this amount of nutrition is obviously not enough. Seeing the baby fat on the curious Qianye's face beside him, Huan turned his head contentedly and continued to look at Tang San, as expected, his own young master was better.

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

After a long while, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with a staggering pace. It was a middle-aged man who looked like he was about fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath. The originally upright facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy look, and the hair was messy like a bird's nest. The beard on his face has not been trimmed for many days. His eyes were dull and dim, even though the night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.

This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

Huan frowned and subconsciously protected Qianye behind him. Huan's intuition told him that this person was very strong! Although very... tattered...

"Huh?" Qianye looked at Tang Hao for a while, but couldn't see the opponent's strength, but also vaguely sensed something: Strange, this person's strength...