"Dad, isn't my sister okay?"

Tang San looked nervously at Tang Hao stretched out his hand and put it on Tang Sui's pulse on his wrist, as if he was checking the other person's body. He did not dare to step forward rashly, but a trace of dissonance flashed in his heart.

Dad...aren't he blacksmith?

Why do you also use pulses to detect your physical condition like a doctor?

Tang San, who currently has only a congenital soul power, but does not know how to use this power, does not know that Tang Hao actually released his soul power and wandered around Tang Sui's body, checking the situation.

After receiving the feedback, Tang Sui was actually too weak and her physique could not support her to release the powerful mainland's first weapon, Haotian Hammer, Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Tang Sui pale and no blood, there was no baby fat cheeks that other children would have at this age, and her dry lips moved, and a little guilty felt in her heart.

Over the years, he has been immersed in the grief of losing A Yin, and he doesn't like the two blood-linked children he gave birth to.

Because when seeing these two children, especially the little daughter's eyes that look very much like their wife, Tang Hao will feel affection when he touches the scene and think of the pain of losing his beloved again.

Escape seems impossible to happen to him, Tang Hao, but the reality now is that his escape caused two and a half-year-old children to suffer...

The feeling of heaviness swept across his heart, and guilt torture him.

Tang Hao's other hand holding the chair handle slightly, and the solid wooden chair guarding suddenly cracked into pieces.

"dad!"

Tang San was startled as he looked at the hands that were unintentionally exposed by Tang Hao, and felt suspicious, but when he thought that Tang Hao was a blacksmith, he needed to smelify iron, he suppressed this doubt again.

Tang Hao came to his senses and felt the dampness on his side. He raised his hand and rubbed the hot tears that rudely over his cheeks at some point. He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, turned around, held Tang San's young shoulders, and solemnly asked: "Miss San, do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Hao.

He did not want to deceive his father about his life's path choice.

So Tang San hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, and complex emotions emerged on his face that looked a little older, and they all ended up in one sentence: "Remember, no matter which path you choose to take, you must use your left hand to hammer it, always protect the grass in your right hand, and also protect your sister, do you know?"

When talking about Tang Sui, Tang San's stunned little face was solemn, with a calmness that was inconsistent with his appearance, and solemnly promised: "I will definitely do it."

No one can hurt his family anymore!

Seeing his son's attitude, Tang Hao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the only remaining exchanges between father and son over the years have been those daily words.

It is difficult to say the words of concern, so Tang Hao had to change the subject first and focus on Tang Sui: "Sui Sui should wake up after a night's sleep. When she wakes up, I will call you over and ask Sui Sui's wishes."

If his child was born so outstanding, both Gemini had twin martial souls. In the battle he had... he had an idea to verify, but it had to be after Sui Sui woke up.

Tang San nodded, and just as he was about to bypass Tang Hao and pick up Tang Sui, Tang Hao stretched out his hand first, and his strong bronze arms easily picked up Tang Sui from the wooden chair, carried it into his arms, and walked towards the inner room.

"Just leave it to me, you have just released your martial soul for so long, so go and have a good rest first."

"When I wake up after sleeping, I have something to talk to you brothers and sisters."

Tang San, who was about to catch up, immediately stood still. Looking at his father's back as he hugged his sister away, his eyes fell on the armrest of the wooden chair that had just been crushed by his father. He squatted down thoughtfully, twisted the debris on the ground, and his eyes flashed slightly.

No matter how powerful the blacksmith is, it is unlikely that the wood will be crushed so neatly.

It seems like some force is oppressed and exploited into pieces...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!