Douluo: Rebirth Yuhao, their eyes are not right

Douluo: Rebirth Yuhao, their eyes are not right

Author: Floating Light on a Rainy Night

Summary:

Summary:

In the turbulence of time and space, Huo Yuhao and Tang San died together, and they thought everything was settled.

However, fate gave him a chance to start over.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back to when he was ten years old.

The Eye of Destiny still shines, and the Golden Dragon King's divine core is dormant in his body.

But this time, something seemed different...

When he came to his senses, Huo Yuhao realized that the way his companions looked at him seemed to be wrong.

"Yuhao, you smell so good..."

"Yuhao, don't worry. The Clear Sky Hammer says it's ready to go."

"As long as I'm with you, Yuhao, there's nothing I can't do."

Chapter 1 Mom Will Worry

The sound of water splashing in the forest was loud.

Huo Yuhao suddenly jumped out of the stream.

Drops of water dripped down his wet black hair, and his coarse clothes stuck tightly to his body. The sticky touch mixed with the coldness of the river water made him shiver subconsciously.

His eyes fell on the pair of hands that still had a hint of childishness.

Huo Yuhao raised his head and looked around in confusion.

The towering ancient trees block out the sun, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and all the events of my past life flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

The decisive battle with Tang San, that earth-shaking scene, and the final ending of mutual destruction.

A complex look flashed across Huo Yuhao's eyes.

He took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the White Tiger Dagger from the stream.

The dagger felt cold and heavy, carrying a murderous aura.

I walked to the shore and looked at my reflection in the water.

The stream water is so clear that you can see the bottom, reflecting the current appearance - a ten-year-old child.

A pair of blue eyes on the young face, clear and bright.

A rose-gold light suddenly lit up from the blue pupils.

A golden light bloomed on the forehead, becoming brighter and more dazzling.

In the light, a vertical pupil slowly emerged, and mysterious symbols gathered around the pupil, flowing unsteadily.

Within the vertical pupils, a golden dragon shadow rolled and roared, violent and chaotic, with an aura of destruction.

The vision lasted only a moment and then quickly faded.

“The Golden Dragon King’s divine core?” Huo Yuhao muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse. “And my Eye of Destiny has also changed. Is this the effect of my rebirth?”

In his previous life, it was under the influence of the Golden Dragon King's divine core that he broke free from that confused state and saw the absurdity of his actions.

But in the end, after breaking with Tang San, Tang Wutong still stood with Tang San.

If it weren't for those companions who shared life and death with him and risked their lives, how could he have dragged Tang San into the turbulence of time and space and finally died together with Tang San?

Huo Yuhao forced a wry smile and shook his head.

He thought everything was over, but God gave him another chance to start over.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the dense woods and fell in the direction of the Duke of White Tiger's Mansion.

"Mom..." Huo Yuhao whispered softly, his voice trembling a little.

His mother, Huo Yun'er, is still alive.

She is not yet the soul that Tang San said he had rescued from the underworld, nor is she the gentle and kind mother in his memory.

Huo Yuhao carefully placed the White Tiger Dagger in his arms.

He picked up a few river fish from the ground, strung them together with vines and held them in his hands.

He started walking and headed towards home.

At first, the steps were slow and cautious, as if they were testing the waters.

Gradually, the pace became faster and more determined.

Finally he started running with a long-lost smile on his face.

Yes, everything can start over.

The young man was full of hope.

……

Huo Yuhao's mother, Huo Yun'er, was once the personal maid of the White Tiger Duke and had been by his side since she was a child.

The so-called personal maid is nominally a maid, but in fact, she is half the master's woman.

Ten years ago, on a drunken night at the White Tiger Duke's, Huo Yuhao came into this world.

At first, Huo Yun'er and her son were able to get an independent courtyard in the Duke's Mansion and live a relatively stable life.

However, the good times did not last long.

As Duke Baihu went out to fight, the Duchess no longer concealed her suppression of Huo Yun'er and her son.

She found an excuse, saying Huo Yun'er was suffering from a serious illness, and expelled both mother and son from their original courtyard, placing them in a dilapidated woodshed behind the servants' quarters. That year, Huo Yuhao was only two years old.

Not only that, the Duchess also cut off all financial resources for Huo Yun'er and her son.

Their lives suddenly fell into trouble.

When Huo Yuhao was six years old, he awakened his martial spirit.

But what he awakened was not the Evil Eyed White Tiger that was passed down from the lineage of Duke White Tiger, but a mutated martial soul with only level one innate soul power.

This incident made the already difficult situation of the mother and son even worse.

As the son of the White Tiger Duke, not only did he fail to inherit the family's powerful martial spirit, but his talent was also so poor that he naturally did not receive the slightest attention from others.

In order to flatter the Duchess, the servants in the Duke's Mansion wantonly bullied Huo Yun'er and her son.

Huo Yuhao clearly remembered that in a few months, his mother's health would completely collapse.

Due to long-term malnutrition and overwork, and contracting a serious illness, he eventually passed away.

But now there is still a chance to salvage everything

Huo Yuhao ran quickly along the path.

In the past, such violent movements would have been too much for that frail body to sustain.

But at this moment, his whole body was filled with warmth, and streams of pure blood and energy surged from the depths of his mind.

He kept running among his limbs and bones, as if he had endless energy.

The Duke of White Tiger’s Mansion was getting closer and closer.

The towering walls and magnificent palaces sparkle in the sunlight.

The high eaves and the red pavilions all demonstrate the splendor and majesty of the Duke of White Tiger's Mansion.

However, all this had nothing to do with Huo Yuhao. As a child born to a maidservant, Huo Yuhao naturally could not enter through the main gate.

He turned into a secluded path and ran towards the woodshed behind the servants' quarters.

He has walked this road countless times, and every pothole and every stone is imprinted in his heart.

The heartbeat became louder and louder, like the beating of a drum, stirring in my chest, and even my steps became a little faster.

Closer, closer.

Huo Yuhao slowed down his pace and straightened his clothes carefully to make sure there was nothing wrong.

I took a deep breath, calmed my excited mood, and prepared to go home.

"Huo Yun'er, where is your son?!"

A sharp voice suddenly came from the direction of the woodshed, interrupting Huo Yuhao's next action.

"Why is there not enough firewood today? What do you two, mother and son, do for a living?!"

"How come two useless people like you appeared in our White Tiger Duke's Mansion?!"

Huo Yuhao stopped and saw the situation in front of the woodshed through the gap in the woods.

An obese manager was standing at the door of the woodshed, scolding Huo Yun'er in a domineering manner.

The steward was wearing a brocade robe with a jade pendant hanging around his waist. He was obviously a prominent figure in the Duke's Mansion.

Behind him stood several strong guards, all of whom looked ferocious.

Huo Yun'er stood before the steward with her head lowered, not daring to disobey in the slightest. Her coarse clothes were covered in patches, her face was pale, her figure was gaunt, and she looked completely haggard.

"Sir, my son has gone to collect firewood." Huo Yun'er's voice was low and trembling.

"Collecting firewood? I think he's just been slacking off!" The steward snorted coldly, his face full of contempt. "Huo Yun'er, I'm telling you, don't think that just because you used to be the Duke's personal maid, you can act so arrogantly here! Now, you're just a servant, a worthless person who's worse than a servant!"

"Yes, yes, I am right, sir." Huo Yun'er nodded repeatedly, not daring to resist in the slightest.

"Hmph!" The steward looked at Huo Yun'er's servile appearance with pride, and felt even happier in his heart.

In this Duke's mansion, servants were divided into different classes. He could now follow the Duchess's orders and scold this former personal maid at will, and send that maid to give birth to a child. This gave him a twisted sense of pleasure.

The shadows of the trees sway and the branches and leaves dance.