Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 1 Hello Tang San

In his dream, Wang Shenmeng heard the gods whisper: "Do you want to travel through time?"

"miss you!"

So he dreamed that he turned into a colorful butterfly, flew over the mountains, crossed the sea, and finally broke out of the blue star and was lost in the void of the universe.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Shenmeng woke up leisurely.

The scorching sun shone on his face, and it was so hot that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

There was a sudden tingling in the head, and intermittent memories kept pouring out.

"Hey, it hurts!"

Wang Shenmeng held his head and groaned miserably. After a long time, the pain finally passed, and a memory that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.

"Douluo Continent, Saint Soul Village, Wang Shenmeng, orphans, beggars..."

Wang Shenmeng murmured, her heart fluttering.

He didn't expect that he just had a dream of traveling through time, but he actually traveled through time.

Wang Shenmeng pinched his thigh hard, and the severe pain broke his fantasy.

This was not a dream, he really traveled through time.

"If I had known that I would travel through time, I should have cleared my phone before going to bed. Now I would have lost my reputation..."

Wang Shenmeng sighed annoyedly, because it was soul travel, on Blue Star, he would probably come to the conclusion of sudden death.

As for the reason, he is a member of the unemployed army, of course he can't be tired from work.

Considering that there are too many restricted resources in the mobile phone, it is probably judged that he died of malnutrition?

After staying there for a while, Wang Shenmeng had no choice but to accept the reality.

"But this is actually the Douluo Continent, which is known as the fantasy sewer..."

He had read the novel Douluo Continent a long time ago, and his memory was blurred at first, but after the anime was broadcast, he picked it up again because of the girls with different styles, and now his memory is quite clear.

"This is a world where classes are solidified to a terrible level, but this body was born as a commoner, this..."

After sorting out the memories in her mind, Wang Shenmeng frowned.

The name of this body is also Wang Shenmeng. It is eight years old this year, but it has not yet participated in the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony.

His parents were not soul masters, but they were considered wealthy among the common people.

Unfortunately, because my mother was so beautiful, she accidentally met an aristocratic playboy and was coveted for her beauty.

The lofty aristocrats naturally don't care about the feelings of the ants, and they snatch it back when they see it, but Mama Wang, Zhenlie, hit her head against a tree and died.

The king's father scolded him angrily, and the nobles became furious and beat him to death with sticks.

The six-year-old original owner became an orphan. His family's property was robbed by relatives, friends and neighbors. He became a beggar and could no longer stay in the local area. He wandered around for more than a year. He came to Shenghun Village half a year ago and ate hundreds of dollars here for half a year. Jiafan was chased by a wild dog and fell down not long ago, and he traveled through time.

"This is too tragic. Don't worry, I will live a good life for you. If I have the opportunity and the ability, I will try my best to avenge you and make that noble pay the price."

Maybe it was because of the effect in his heart, after saying this sentence, Wang Shenmeng felt a burst of relief.

He struggled to get up from the ground, looking at his emaciated body, could not help but cry.

Following his memory, he came to a pond, took a careful photo of the water, and saw the image of a thin and thin boy. Although his face was dirty, he was still cute and handsome.

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng, where are you?"

The old shout came, with a hint of anxiety.

"It's old Jack!"

Wang Shenmeng tried his best to assume a new identity, stood up, walked towards Old Jack and replied loudly: "Grandpa Jack, I'm here."

After a while, old Jack, who was gray-haired but energetic, walked over quickly. Seeing that Wang Shenmeng was safe and sound, his nervous expression relaxed.

He gasped and asked with concern: "Xiaomeng, I heard from Xiaohua that you were being chased by a wild dog. I came over in a hurry. Were you bitten?"

As he spoke, he carefully inspected Wang Shenmeng.

Wang Shenmeng imitated the original owner's habit, showing a scared look, shaking his head and said, "I fell and fainted for a while, and the wild dog disappeared after waking up, but it didn't bite me either."

"It's fine."

Old Jack saw that Wang Shenmeng had no scars on his body, so he finally felt relieved, and cursed: "This damned wild dog, I don't know where it came from, it seems that we need to drive it away as soon as possible, and if it bites someone, we will kill you." Oh no."

He touched Wang Shenmeng's head and said with a kind smile: "You are hungry, let's go and have lunch with grandpa."

"Thank you grandpa!"

Wang Shenmeng didn't refuse. He was indeed hungry, and his small body couldn't get food for the time being, so he could only continue to eat and drink.

This is not the first time that Old Jack's family Wang Shenmeng has come here. In the past six months, Old Jack has been the one who has helped him the most. Old Jack often takes him to his home for meals and also gives him some food, otherwise the original owner might have starved to death.

After walking along the dirt road in the village for a while, Wang Shenmeng couldn't help but take a few extra glances when passing by a dirt embryo house.

The house was dilapidated, and there was an iron sign at the door, with strange Douluo characters on it, which Wang Shenmeng recognized as the words 'Blacksmith'.

"This is Tang San's home. It's really shabby."

Wang Shenmeng felt very strange. At this time, Tang Shenwang lived in a very poor life. He had three meals a day and was like sprouts.

Of course, it's still a little bit better than the current self.

Wang Shenmeng had never been inside Tang San's house. He had eaten food from hundreds of families, but he had never eaten food from Tang San's house.

After all, they themselves were starving and often relied on old Jack's help to survive, and were unable to help others.

Wang Shenmeng stretched out his head curiously and took a few glances. This dilapidated hut would probably become a holy place twenty years later, but now, no dogs are willing to come in.

"This Tang Hao is still sleeping at noon. It's outrageous."

The loud snoring in the house could be clearly heard outside the house.

Old Jack showed a look of disgust, and warned: "Little Meng, don't imitate him when you grow up. He is a useless person, and his life is a waste of food. If it wasn't for Xiaosan's sake, I would have put him down Drive away."

"Well, I see!"

Wang Shenmeng nodded obediently, but did not say anything disparaging about Tang Hao.

He was worried that King Tang Shenwang would hear it and thought that he had a right to die. He would secretly do it to him one day, but he would have no place to cry.

Hearing the voice, a little boy walked out of the room. He was dark and skinny, with a very ordinary appearance. He was the kind of person that no one would take a second look at. This was in sharp contrast to Wang Shenmeng.

This little boy is Tang San. He is two years younger than Wang Shenmeng, but he has a maturity that is beyond his age. His every move is measured and orderly, with a hint of aloofness.

Tang San glanced at the two of them, and said hello: "Grandpa Jack!" But he ignored Wang Shenmeng.

Wang Shenmeng showed a friendly smile, "Hello Tang San!"

Tang San glanced at him lightly, frowned, and ignored him.

Wang Shenmeng smiled, not surprised at all.

At this time, the relationship between Tang Shenwang and the children in the village was not good.

Tang Shenwang thinks that children hate the poor and love the rich, so he looks down on him. He is a top genius of the Tang Sect, and naturally he will not praise the stinky feet of a few indigenous children, so he has never bothered to pay attention to them.

Wang Shenmeng secretly curled his lips, disapproving in his heart.

What bad thoughts can a child have? He is a wandering orphan, but he has been getting along well with the children in the village in the past six months?

No one disliked his status as an orphan, but Tang San showed great dislike.

Tang San never played with everyone, and over time, he was ostracized by everyone, so the two of them were actually not familiar with each other.

Old Jack smiled kindly: "Little San, haven't you eaten yet?"

Tang San said: "I just finished cooking the porridge, and I am about to call my father to get up for dinner."

Old Jack suddenly became even more dissatisfied: "You are just growing up, how can you eat porridge all the time? This Tang Hao is simply unreasonable. He only drinks and sleeps all day long, and you have a child to support him. How can you be a father like this?" ? To be born but not to support is to be a father in vain."

Tang San frowned, and his voice became colder: "Grandpa Jack, don't talk about my father. As a son, it is only natural for me to take care of my father. This is a kind of happiness for me. And this is between our father and son. We don’t rely on others to support our personal affairs, and I don’t think you have the right to speak out.”

"Oh, you child!"

Old Jack had already seen the strangeness, and said helplessly: "Forget it, grandpa, let's not talk about him anymore. I will send some food over in the afternoon, so you can have enough to eat for a few days."

Tang San immediately smiled: "Thank you, Grandpa Jack!"

"Ok!"

Jack smiled and said: "In a few days, the deacon of the Wuhun Palace will come to awaken the Wuhun. You should take a good rest. Don't get hungry and sick by then and delay the awakening of the Wuhun."

Tang San's eyes flashed, and he nodded seriously: "I understand, Grandpa Jack."

"I'm free in the afternoon. I'll come and talk to your father. He's already dead. I hope he won't stop you from awakening your martial soul. If you can become a noble soul master, that will be the glory of our Holy Soul Village."

Old Jack smiled and nodded, and said to Wang Shenmeng: "Let's go!"

"Awakening Martial Soul?"

Watching the two people leaving, Tang San frowned, thoughtfully.

Wang Shenmeng followed Old Jack with a look of anticipation on his face: "Grandpa Jack, I also want to participate in the awakening ceremony, is that okay?"

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