Wulin, don't cry, stand up..., cough cough, please add it to your collection, please vote for recommendation. I will be nice to him.
Inside the pure white soul ball, there was a little guy crawling quietly.
It looks really small, only about ten centimeters long, not as slender as a child's finger, and its whole body is khaki in color. You have to look very carefully to distinguish the tiny diamond-shaped scales on its body.
"Is this a soul?" Tang Ziran raised his head and looked at the spiritual master, his voice filled with disbelief.
Most people will recognize this tiny creature because it is very common. The grass snake is a harmless little animal. Although it is a snake, it can definitely be regarded as the weakest existence among this race.
Adult grass snakes can grow to be 20 to 30 centimeters long, as thin as a finger, and feed on some weak insects.
If you want to use the simplest way to describe it, then four words are enough, harmless to humans and animals.
Ever since his martial soul awakened and possessed soul power, Tang Wulin had had countless fantasies about his first soul. He fantasized about what his soul would look like and how it would combine with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul to improve his
Martial spirit, make the martial spirit stronger, give yourself a cool soul skill, and officially become a soul master.
Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is so cruel.
Grass snake? This is no longer a question of strength, but he simply doesn't know whether this is a question of the soul.
The spiritual master looked at this little grass snake and was a little dazed. He sighed softly and said bitterly: "It rained all night long because of the leak in the house. My child, you are really lucky..."
He really knows the origin of the soul in front of him. Artificial souls also rely on soul beast genes. As soul beasts gradually become extinct, soul beast genes are also constantly being lost. Therefore, researchers from the Spirit Transferring Tower have made many attempts. Among them
One attempt is to extract the genes of non-soul beasts and try to make souls. See what effects the resulting souls can achieve.
The experiment was successful, but the facts proved that the souls created by animal genes were so weak and pitiful that no one would buy them.
There is no doubt that this grass snake is the defective product he mentioned before, and it is not an ordinary defective product. It does not even have any genes of a soul beast. Among all the souls that may be extracted
, it ranks one hundred, and the number of soul balls in the random drawing machine remains at one hundred all year round...
After sighing, the spiritual master nodded and said: "I'm sure he is a soul, but it is relatively weak. After the soul is extracted, it has been activated and needs to be fused within twenty-four hours. Otherwise, it will dissipate and die.
. You can decide for yourself whether you want to fuse it. If you give up, you can choose other souls in the future."
Tang Ziran looked at his dull son, barely suppressed the pain in his heart, and hugged his son's shoulders, "Linlin, let's go home."
Tang Wulin didn't say anything, he just took steps and walked out.
"Wait a minute." The spiritual master finally couldn't hold it back and called them.
"You should give up on this soul. Although it is a successful experiment, but..." Out of compassion, he still told the origin of this grass snake soul.
Tang Wulin had no idea how he got home. He had been hugging the soul ball tightly in his arms. The grass snake soul seemed very well-behaved and did not climb out of the soul ball. In fact, this lowest level,
The lowest level soul does not even have any intelligence. Before it is fused with the martial soul, it does not even have the ability to sense the outside world.
"Son, don't be sad. Dad will find a way to make money. Don't worry, Dad will be able to make enough money in a short time to help you buy a suitable soul." Tang Ziran's eyes flashed with determination.
Son, he made up his mind, some things must be faced after all.
Tang Wulin shook his head gently, "Dad, I'm going back to the room first."
Na'er stayed aside quietly and followed Tang Wulin back to his room.
Sitting on my bed, looking at the soul in my hands, and then at my calloused palms, tears finally poured out uncontrollably.
When the martial soul awakened and he learned that he was the abandoned martial soul Lan Yincao, he did not cry. After all, his companion had soul power. If he had soul power, he would have a chance.
When his father told him that the family conditions were not good and he might not have the money to buy him a soul, he did not cry. His father said that he had to do his own thing. He could also make money. He could also help his parents.
When he went to Mangtian Studio for the first time and swung the hammer a thousand times, his arms were so painful that he couldn't even lift his arms to eat, he didn't cry. He worked hard and passed the test, and he saw hope.
With hope, there is the possibility of success.
For three years, he sweated in front of the forging bench every day. While his classmates were playing at home, he was working with pieces of metal. He spent a longer time meditating than others. No matter how hard or tired he was, he never cried.
Face everything with a smile every day, and tell your parents every day that everything is easy.
Now, he is crying.
After three years, I finally saved enough money and finally cultivated my soul power to the tenth level. I was about to succeed. Thirty thousand yuan, 30,000 yuan condensed by countless sweats, turned into the person in front of me in this moment without even a trace of soul beast genes.
There is no weak soul. All efforts are in vain.
His tenacity, his strength, and his persistence seemed to have all been shattered at this moment, turning into tears, flowing in big drops.
Drops of tears fell into the soul ball, gradually soaking the little grass snake. The grass snake's body twisted slightly, seeming to enjoy the slightly salty liquid.
Her white and tender little hands reached out to him and gently wiped away his tears. Na'er stood in front of him with red eyes.
At this moment, her heart seemed to be connected with him, and she could completely feel the pain in his heart.
Disappointment, sadness and other negative emotions lingered in Tang Wulin's heart.
Tang Wulin wanted to shout loudly, but at this moment, he seemed to have no strength to even shout.
"Brother, brother, don't cry." The tears could not be wiped away, so Na'er rushed forward and hugged his head.
Tang Wulin choked with sobs, "Why is God so unfair to me? Why can't I get a chance even though I work so hard? I want to be a soul master, I want to be a powerful soul master!"