[Douluo Dalu] Three Threes Make Nine

Me, Tang Jiu. My brother is my faith. Whoever lays a hand on him dies. My sister, my future sister-in-law: whoever touches her can go report to the King of Hell themselves. I don't even need to lift a finger. My brother will finish them off. You ask who I am? A rich person. You ask what my Martial Soul is? I don't have one. You ask what I want in life? To work myself to the bone so my dad, brother, and sister can live well. Want to fall in love? Maybe later. Life isn't settled down yet. There was a thorn in Tang San's heart. He had once lost his little Jiu. Fortunately, his little Jiu had clawed his way out of the dark thorns and stumbled back to his side. When Xiao Wu learned that Tang San's father had left and his younger brother had gone missing, she thought for a moment, then embraced the boy before her, who couldn't even cry out loud. From then on, she would be by his side for life. Tang San held Xiao Wu and made a vow in his heart. In this life, anyone who wants to hurt you will have to step over my dead body first. Tang Jiu really was raised by Tang San, from a little bundle who cried like a kitten and seemed liable to stop breathing at any moment, into a clingy little crybaby. Later, he lost him. Fortunately, when his little Jiu returned, he was still his little Jiu. Everyone around them: ...Wake up, Tang San. He's a little schemer. Xiao Wu ushered away the busybodies one by one, then stood beside Tang San. Xiao Wu: Little Jiu is the sweetest, hmph. After my brother left, I never cried again. This is the story of a foolish child who is ruthless to others and even harsher on himself, wanting only to raise the people dearest to him up to the heavens.