Gal Douluo: Love Becomes God

That little iron hammer, who was usually loud and boisterous, always saying "Don't underestimate a poor girl."

At this moment, it is quietly floating in the deepest part of the sea of ​​the spirit.

Not moving at all.

On the panel, the glaring "-6" favorability rating was still there.

But it didn't turn into -9 today?

This made him a little uncomfortable.

And today there wasn't even the usual amount of complaining.

Not even a single thought from Little Iron Hammer was displayed.

"Ok?"

Tang Tian frowned slightly.

"What's going on? Why is it so quiet today?"

"This isn't like her style."

Or perhaps—

"Is this arrogant girl holding back something big?"

He thought:

Have I really ignored her for too long?

"You've gone too far, haven't you?"

Tang Tian still felt he had to test the waters.

At dusk.

Holy Soul Village was dyed a deep orange-red.

Tang Tian did not go straight home as usual.

Instead, they circled around to a small mound on the back of the mountain.

This was his secret base during his childhood.

His treasure is buried inside.

He skillfully dug through the soil and pulled out a tightly wrapped oilcloth bag.

I opened it and took a look.

Inside, a broken knife lay quietly.

The blade was covered in rust.

Some even have rolled blades.

It exudes a strong sense of the Blade of Destruction.

He and Tang San found it by the river.

Tang Tian thought the knife had a unique design.

It might be some ancient artifact.

They buried it mysteriously.

Now it seems like nothing more than a discarded wood-chopping knife.

But today, this discarded knife has a new mission.

Tang Tian weighed the object in his hand.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Although it's scrap metal, it's still a treasure that I once cherished."

"It's barely qualified to be used for making something."

Back home.

Even before you enter, you can hear the familiar clanging sound of hammering.

Tang Hao still looked half-dead, sitting at the door drinking.

Meanwhile, Tang San, who was only six years old, was swinging the hammer, sweating profusely.

They saw Tang Tian return.

Tang San stopped what he was doing.

I glanced at the tattered bag in his hand with some surprise.

"Brother? Why did you dig that out?"

Tang Tian said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered."

He walked straight to the small, unused furnace.

Start a fire.

"I need to use the stove to make something."

Chapter 9: Little Iron Hammer Breaks Through Defenses, What NTR Plot Is This?

Tang Hao glanced at him.

His eyes held a hint of indifference.

In his view.

The eldest son was mediocre in both martial spirit and physical qualities.

It did not inherit the domineering nature of the Haotian Hammer.

It also did not inherit the toughness of Blue Silver Emperor.

He's a complete loser.

Suddenly you want to work as a blacksmith?

It'll probably be just a three-minute fad, nothing more than a game.

"Whatever you like."

Tang Hao coldly uttered two words and continued pouring wine.

Don't waste my good charcoal.

Tang Tian shrugged.

They were already used to their cheap father's attitude.

As long as a stove can be used, it will be fine.

Flames rose and the temperature gradually increased.

Tang Tian threw the rusty broken knife into the furnace.

As the flames licked at it, the iron block gradually turned red and softened.

Now comes the crucial moment.

Tang Tian took a deep breath, and a flash of light appeared in his left palm.

Om-!

That little iron hammer that had been neglected for two whole days.

They were finally summoned.

In that instant.

It was as if a pot of chaos had exploded in Tang Tian's spiritual sea.

Little Iron Hammer, who had been feigning death and even showing signs of turning evil.

The instant you sense the outside air.

Instantly fully healed!

【Little Hammer (Full of Arrogance)】

My plan worked!

You must feel incredibly guilty!

Feeling ignored, huh?

[You idiot Tang Tian, ​​take this!]

Hmph!

I knew it! I knew it!

What good is that useless weed? In crucial moments, you still have to rely on me, right?

Only I, this noble blank of the Great Sumeru Hammer, can help you complete the crucial task of casting!

[How about that? Regretting ignoring me now? Now you know who your true support is, right?]

Hmph! I wasn't going to bother with you anyway...

【But since you've finally figured it out, I'll take pity on you and help you this once!】

Looking at the messages flooding the screen.

Tang Tianxin chuckled inwardly.

Sure enough, a proud and arrogant person is just that.

Give her a stepping stone, and she can win herself over.

They even went so far as to mentally create elaborate scenarios for themselves.

【Little Hammer (in a proud and spoiled state)】

However... we can't forgive him so easily this time.

I want to let him taste the sweetness first, make him unable to leave me, and then reject him firmly!

That's right! This is a classic case of feigning indifference to lure the enemy into a trap!

I want him to kneel on the ground, begging me and crying that I was wrong!

【Ha ha ha ha!】

Accompanied by Little Iron Hammer's childish inner monologue.

She was originally on the hammer.

A faint dark light appeared on it.

An unprecedentedly smooth feeling spread through Tang Tian's arm.

It was as if the hammer had come to life.

They are actively cooperating with his exertion.

"Is this the benefit of a martial soul having self-awareness?"

Tang Tian was overjoyed.

"Even though I haven't learned the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique."

"But with the help of the small iron hammer, the feel of hammering is surprisingly smooth!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp sound of hammering echoed in the blacksmith's shop.

Tang Tian's eyes were focused, and every hammer blow was incredibly precise.

The red-hot iron block was constantly deformed, stretched, and extended under his hammer.

Tang Hao sat to the side, observing coldly.

His eyes also gradually changed.