Wulin didn't cry, stood up..., cough cough, please collect, please vote for recommendation. I will be nice to him.

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A little guy was quietly crawling inside the white soul ball.

It looks too small, only about ten centimeters long, and is not as thin as a child's fingers. The whole body is yellow. You need to look carefully to distinguish the small diamond-shaped scales on its body.

"Is this the soul?" Tang Ziran looked up at the spiritual master, his voice full of incredibleness.

Most people will recognize this tiny creature because it is very common, grass snake, a harmless small animal. Although it is a snake, it can definitely be regarded as the weakest existence in this race.

Adult grass snakes can grow to 20 cm to 30 cm long, with finger thickness, and feed on some weak insects.

If you want to describe it in the simplest way, then four words are enough, and people and animals are harmless.

Since the martial soul awakened and possessed soul power, Tang Wulin had countless fantasies about his first soul. He fantasized about what his soul would look like and how he would combine it with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul to improve his martial soul, make his martial soul stronger, give himself 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 powerful problem, but he doesn't know at all whether this is a soul problem.

The spiritual master was also a little dazed when he looked at the small grass snake. He sighed lightly and said bitterly: "It's raining all night long, my child, your luck is really..."

He really knows the origin of the soul in front of him. Artificial souls also rely on the soul beast genes. As the soul beasts gradually become extinct, the soul beast genes are also constantly losing. Therefore, the researchers in the Spirit Transmission Tower have made many attempts. One of the attempts is to extract the animal genes of non-soul beasts and try to make the soul. See how the souls it produces can achieve the effect.

The experiment was successful, but it turned out that no one would buy the soul made by animal genes.

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 a gene for the soul beast. Among all the souls that may be extracted, it ranks 100, and the soul ball in the randomly drawn machine remains at the number one hundred for many years...

After sighing, the spirit master nodded and said, "I'm sure he is a soul, but it's relatively weak. After the soul is extracted, it has been activated and needs to be fusion within twenty-four hours. Otherwise, it will dissipate and die. You can decide whether to fusion it yourself. If you give up, you can choose other souls in the future."

Tang Ziran looked at her dull son, barely suppressed the pain in her heart, and hugged her son's shoulder, "Linlin, let's go home."

Tang Wulin didn't say anything, but just took steps and walked out.

"Wait a minute." The spiritual master finally couldn't help but call them.

"You should give up this soul. Although it is a successful test piece,..." Out of compassion, he still told the origin of this grass snake soul.

Tang Wulin had no idea how he got home. He kept holding the soul ball in his arms tightly. The grass snake soul seemed very well-behaved and did not crawl out of the soul ball. In fact, this lowest-level and lowest-level soul had no wisdom at all. Before it merged with the martial soul, it did not even have any sense of the outside world.

"Son, don't be sad. Dad will find a way to make money. Don't worry, Dad will definitely make enough money in a short period of time and help you buy a suitable soul." Tang Ziran's eyes flashed with a firm light. For his son, he made up his mind that some things would still have to face after all.

Tang Wulin shook his head gently, "Dad, I'll go back to the room first."

Na'er stayed quietly by the side and followed Tang Wulin back to his room.

Sitting on my bed, looking at the soul in my hands, then looking at my calloused palms, tears finally rush out uncontrollably.

When the martial soul awakened, he did not cry when he learned that he was a useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass. After all, he had soul power and soul power, so he had a chance.

Dad told him that the family was not in good condition and he probably didn't cry when he didn't have the money to buy his soul. Dad said that he had to do his own things by himself. He could make money and help his parents.

When he first went to the studio on the day to swing the hammer, his arms were so painful that he could not even raise his arms to eat, he did not cry. He tried hard and passed the test, and he saw hope. With hope, there was a possibility of success.

For three years, he has been sweating in front of the forging platform every day. When his classmates were playing at home, he was dealing with pieces of metal. He spent longer than others to meditate. No matter how hard or tired he was, he did not cry. He faced everything with a smile every day and told his parents every day that it was easy.

Now, he was crying.

After three years, I finally saved enough money and finally cultivated my soul power to level 10, and I was about to succeed. Thirty thousand yuan, the 30,000 yuan condensed by countless sweat, turned into this weak soul spirit in front of me who did not even have a slight soul beast gene. All my efforts turned into bubbles.

His tenacity, his strength, and his persistence seemed to have all been shattered at this moment, turning into tears, big drops, big drops.

Drops of tears fell into the soul ball, gradually soaking the small grass snake. The grass snake's body twisted slightly, as if it was enjoying this slightly salty liquid.

The white and tender little hand reached in front of him and gently wiped 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 fully feel the pain in his heart.

All kinds of negative emotions such as disappointment and sadness lingered in Tang Wulin's heart.

Tang Wulin wanted to shout loudly, but at this moment, he seemed to have no strength to shout.

"Brother, brother won't cry." The tears were always wiped out, and Na'er pounced on him and hugged his head.
Chapter completed!