Douluo Dragon King: I, Huo Linfei, the Mecha Illusionary Lin God

On the way home, Tang Wulin was very excited, pulling Na'er aside and talking non-stop:

"Third Sister, if anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me! I may not be able to beat Boss Huo, but I can still fight!"

Na'er simply nodded, her silver ponytail swaying gently with each step.

Huo Linfei walked ahead, a smile on his lips. He thought of his brothers in the Super Beast Team, and the days they fought side by side.

Although he is now in another world, at least... he has brothers again.

No, this time there's a younger sister too.

Back home, Tang Ziran noticed the flush on her three children's faces and smelled the alcohol on them. Her expression darkened. "You've been drinking?"

"And... this child is..."

"Just a tiny bite!" Huo Linfei quickly said, "Uncle Tang, we've become sworn sisters in the peach grove! From now on, Na'er will be my third sister, and Wu Lin's second sister!"

Tang Ziran was stunned for a full three seconds.

Lang Yue poked her head out from the kitchen: "Sworn siblings? What sworn siblings?"

After figuring out what had happened, the couple were both amused and exasperated.

"You three children..." Tang Ziran shook her head, but seeing the faint blush on Na'er's face and the obvious closeness between her, Huo Linfei, and Tang Wulin, her heart softened again.

So be it.

"Now that we've sworn brotherhood, we're family," Tang Ziran said solemnly.

"Linfei, you've been living with us for a while, but you never had a formal status. Today, I've discussed it with your Aunt Lang."

He paused, then said gently, "Starting today, you will move in with us."

The room may be small, but it's better than staying at different places all the time. From now on, this is your home.

Huo Linfei was stunned.

During the three years he grew up being fed by many families, he received help from countless people, but the word "home" always felt distant to him.

"Uncle Tang..."

"Still call him Uncle Tang?" Lang Yue walked over with a smile and patted Huo Linfei's red spiky head. "From now on, call him Godfather and Godmother."

Huo Linfei felt a lump in his throat, but he held it back. Super Beast Warriors can't cry.

He took a deep breath, stood up straight, and bowed deeply to Tang Ziran and Lang Yue: "Godfather, Godmother."

"Yes!" Lang Yue responded loudly, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Tang Ziran patted Huo Linfei on the shoulder: "Good boy."

Tang Wulin cheered and hugged Huo Linfei: "Big brother! From now on, we can be together every day!"

Na'er stood to the side, watching this scene, a complex emotion flickering in her purple eyes. Is this... a human family?

In the following days, the Tang family's life underwent subtle changes.

The biggest change is in my appetite.

On the first evening, Lang Yue cooked four dishes and a soup, enough for five people. In less than twenty minutes, the plates were all empty.

Huo Linfei ate four bowls of rice, Tang Wulin ate three bowls, and even the slender Na'er ate two and a half bowls.

Lang Yue and Tang Ziran looked at the empty plate and exchanged bewildered glances.

"Children... are there enough?" Langyue asked cautiously.

Huo Linfei patted his stomach: "I'm about 70% full."

Tang Wulin nodded: "I can eat another half bowl."

Na'er didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on the remaining rice in the pot.

The next day, Langyue prepared six dishes and a soup, increasing the portion size by one-third.

It's still a CD.

On the third day, Lang Yue went all out and made eight dishes and a soup, doubling the portion sizes.

Barely enough to eat.

Tang Ziran looked at her three growing children and then at her empty wallet, her hair turning a few strands white with worry.

That evening, the couple settled their accounts in their bedroom.

"Lin Fei's martial spirit needs to be cultivated. The soul spirit issue has been resolved, but resources will be needed in the future."

Tang Ziran rubbed her temples. "Although Wu Lin's Blue Silver Grass is ordinary, the child is ambitious. We need to save money for him to buy a Soul Spirit."

Although Na'er has lost her memory, judging from her demeanor, she probably comes from an extraordinary background. If she regains her memory in the future, we can't treat her unfairly..."

Lang Yue sighed: "The three children are all sensible and never picky about food or clothing, but just food alone costs twice as much as before."

"Besides, Wu Lin is almost six years old, so we need to start preparing for his junior high school tuition." Tang Ziran smiled wryly, "My salary as a repairman is really a bit..."

Outside the door, Huo Linfei pressed his ear against the crack and heard everything clearly.

He quietly retreated to his room, which was actually a small storage room that could only fit a bed and a small table.

Tang Wulin and Na'er also squeezed in.

"Big brother, I heard that," Tang Wulin whispered. "Mom and Dad are worried about us."

Na'er sat on the edge of the bed, head down: "Did I eat too much...? I can eat less."

"What are you saying?" Huo Linfei ruffled her hair. "How can you not eat when you're growing?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered for a moment.

"My godfather mentioned before that he has a friend who's a blacksmith," Huo Linfei's eyes lit up. "Blacksmiths make a lot of money, right?"

Tang Wulin nodded: "I've heard my dad say that a good piece of metal can sell for a lot of money."

"Then let's learn forging," Huo Linfei decided. "We can learn a skill and earn money to supplement our family income."

"But forging is very difficult..." Tang Wulin hesitated. "Dad said it's a very tough job."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Huo Linfei grinned. "Enemies in my presence either flee or suffer a crushing defeat! Difficulties are the same!"

Na'er looked at Huo Linfei's confident demeanor, a glint of light flashing in her purple eyes.

Huo Linfei brought up the idea at breakfast the next day.

Tang Ziran was stunned: "You want to learn forging?"

"Yes," Huo Linfei said earnestly. "Godfather, I know the family is having difficulties right now. Wu Lin and I are both grown up now, and it's time for us to share the burden."

Tang Wulin nodded, "Dad, I want to learn!"

Looking at the earnest expressions on the two children's faces, Tang Ziran felt a mix of emotion, both touched and heartbroken. Children this age should be playing carefree...

"Forging is very tough," Tang Ziran said. "My friend, Mang Tian, ​​is a master forger with a notoriously bad temper. He has trained many apprentices, but only one in ten can persevere."

"We can hold on!" Huo Linfei and Tang Wulin said in unison.

Tang Ziran looked at Lang Yue. Lang Yue's eyes were red, and she nodded.

"Alright." Tang Ziran sighed. "Today I will take you to see Mang Tian, ​​but whether he accepts you or not depends on your fate."

Mang Tian's studio is located in the western district of Aolai City, near the sea. It's a small shop with an old storefront; the words on the sign are almost worn away.

But as soon as you step inside, you can feel a different atmosphere.

A wave of heat hit us.

The clanging and tinkling sound came from the inner room, the rhythm steady and powerful.

The workshop was filled with various metals, some already formed, others still in ore. Hammers, pliers, molds, and other tools hung on the walls.

A burly man with his shirt off is hammering a piece of red-hot metal in front of an anvil.

He was probably in his forties, a burly man like a small mountain, with bulging muscles and covered in sweat. Every time the hammer fell, it sparked dazzling sparks.

Tang Ziran waited a while until the burly man stopped what he was doing before speaking: "Mang Tian."

The burly man turned around, revealing a rugged face. He wiped his sweat, saw Tang Ziran, and grinned, "Old Tang? What brings you here?"

"I need your help." Tang Ziran pushed Huo Linfei and Tang Wulin forward. "These two children want to learn forging from you."

Mang Tian's smile faded slightly. He looked at Huo Linfei and Tang Wulin, one with red hair and green eyes, the other with blue hair and blue eyes, both only about six years old and small in stature.

"Old Tang, you're not kidding, are you?" Mang Tian pointed to the forging hammers in the corner. "See those hammers? The smallest one weighs at least twenty pounds. Can they even lift them?"

"I can carry it," Huo Linfei suddenly said.

Mang Tian raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Huo Linfei walked to the corner of the wall, where there was a row of forging hammers, from smallest to largest. He skipped over the smallest ones and went straight to a hammer that looked to be of medium size.

Mang Tian then became interested, after all, he owed Tang Ziran a favor, so he decided to give it a try.