Douluo's opening one dragon

"Don't worry, stay by my side, I will protect you from any worries." The master interrupted Deng Jiang's dazed way.

"Okay, teacher." Deng Jiang was dealing with the master on the surface, but he was thinking about how to excuse him in his heart.

After a few minutes of innocuous conversation, he and the master separated.

Deng Jiang accompanied Artinia on the way back to the dormitory.

"Why don't you go back?" Deng Jiang said to Artinia who was next to him in a white dress.

"Where am I going back, I finally came out once, how can I go back so easily." Artinia smiled lightly.

"By the way, the martial soul is just a tool. Why can you speak and appear in front of me as a human, no, an angel." Deng Jiang walked forward in a well-proportioned manner.

"You little guy actually compares me to those tools." Artinia said with a high-pitched voice, a little angrily, but even so, her voice was still so beautiful and brisk, like an eighteen-year-old girl the sound of.

"I definitely don't mean to compare." Deng Jiang apologized.

"Well, it's good if you don't have one. Go back quickly. If you don't leave, another teacher will come to you later." Artinia said, "This affects my sleep a lot."

"You still need to sleep?" Deng Jiang complained.

Martial Soul sleeps, this, this is too unreasonable.

......

Because Deng Jiang speeded up, it only took 5 minutes to get back to the dormitory. So many things happened, it was already the third watch, and Deng Jiang fell asleep within a second while lying on the bed, and decided not to go to class tomorrow.

His soul power level has reached level nineteen, and he needs to save a soul beast and obtain a soul ring to advance.

He really wanted to go to the Soul Beast Forest as soon as possible, but with the master around, he dared not go out no matter what.

Driven by the wind, Artinia's holy dress and long golden hair danced gracefully. Her emerald green eyes watched Deng Jiang fall asleep, and her figure disappeared under the light of the stars.

.....

At the end of the semester, according to the usual holiday, Deng Jiang also had time to go home and visit his sister. He was sure that the master would not understand him for the time being, so he went to the street to buy a few catties of pork, a few catties of beef, some health care products, and some With all kinds of miscellaneous things, I collected a big bag and walked back.

Tang San and Xiao Wu who were walking with him kept staring at his bulging backpack.

"Other people's backpacks are full of books, why brother Jiang doesn't study, and has to carry so much food back." Tang San asked puzzledly as he followed Deng Jiang.

"Although reading can change one's destiny, I am more vulgar, food, money and life." Deng Jiang said with a slight smile.

Tang San didn't know much about the great principles that Deng Jiang realized from a young age, so he just nodded and didn't go into details.

After bidding farewell to Xiao Wu and Tang San, Deng Jiang returned home, and he saw Qiu Shuang from a long distance away. At this moment, Qiu Shuang was wearing a long red dress, her cheeks were as white as jade, and her black hair was hanging behind her. He was feeding the old hen with a little green vegetables.

"Sister, I'm back." Seeing that my sister was feeding the chickens and didn't notice him, Deng Jiang greeted her.

Hearing the familiar voice, Qiushuang turned her head, with joy visible to the naked eye, put down the vegetables in her hands and ran towards Deng Jiang, pinched Deng Jiang's face and said, "Oh, my brother is back."

"It's grown taller and darker, it must have been a hard time." Qiushuang asked with concern.

Deng Jiang recalled his experience this semester, and he couldn't help feeling guilty. He didn't learn much theoretical knowledge. Most of the time he went to see Zhou Gong, his face blushed slightly, and said: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work, it's for making money."

"Money, money, you know money every day." Qiushuang reproached.

Deng Jiang chuckled and said, "Isn't this for our family to live a good life?"

He has lived with Qiushuang for three years and deeply understands the pain of not having money. Back then, when there was not enough food to survive the winter, Qiushuang sold her long hair, which she was most proud of, and kept short hair for this family.

Deng Jiang remembered that night, it was raining outside the window, and they ate meat that they hadn't eaten in three or four months.

"Look at what I gave you." Deng Jiang took off the backpack on his back and rummaged in it. After a while, he took out something wrapped in oiled paper.

When the oil paper was opened, bursts of gourmet aromas burst out of it.

"Beggar's chicken." Qiu Shuang's face was full of joy, but she didn't come close due to the majesty of the elder sister. She said a name, and pointed Deng Jiang's head with her white jade.

"You, you, can't you save yourself, can't you think about your future?" Qiushuang taught.

"Your brother will educate me when I come back. Believe it or not, I ran away from home." Deng Jiang said with a complaining expression.

"Run, do you dare to run, do you want to go to Li's house or the boss's house? Is your butt not blooming enough?" Qiushuang glanced at the broom next to her, and it was obvious that if Deng Jiang ran away from home, her butt would bloom.

"Isn't this Deng Jiang from the Qiu family? He's back. Do you have time to come to my house for dinner? I just killed a chicken today."

Deng Jiang heard a voice from behind, turned his head, and found that it was the aunt of the Li family.

"Forget about eating, I just came back today." With a smile on the corner of Deng Jiang's mouth, he politely rejected Aunt Li's family.

"That's right, then you can spend good time with your sister. When I chat with her, I often say things about you. I can see that she misses you very much." The Li family aunt said.

After exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Li, Deng Jiang and Qiushuang returned to the small farmyard. Loofahs and pumpkins had already grown on the courtyard wall of the small farmyard. The old hen saw Deng Jiang and kept circling around him.

In order to thank the hen, he decided to kill a stew in a few days.

"Sit down first, I'll get you an egg fried rice, you must be hungry just after you came back," said Qiu Shuang, who packed the luggage for Deng Jiang

Deng Jiang, who was sitting on the wooden bench, wanted to drink a cup of mountain spring water, but after Qiushuang's reminder, he felt a burst of hunger in his abdomen, which made him nod involuntarily.

"Let's warm up the Beggar Chicken, let's eat together." Deng Jiang said.

"I know, the Beggar Chicken and the miscellaneous food you brought back are all put in the kitchen. Let me just say, you brought so many things, what a waste, can the two of us finish eating?" Qiu Shuang complained again.

"Sister, these are not worth the money." Deng Jiang comforted.

"Okay, okay, sister, I'm really hungry, I'm starving to death, no one will cook for you for free and make money." Seeing that Qiushuang was still about to say something, Deng Jiang pushed Qiushuang's body and rushed out.

Only then did Qiushuang stop talking and walked to the kitchen room. Soon, Deng Jiang's house was filled with a little smoke.

Deng Jiang looked at his bed, the quilt and pillows were neatly folded, there was no trace of dust on it, and there was a faint fragrance on it, which belonged to the fragrance of July flowers.

Deng Jiang lay on the bed, his mind was empty, and he thought to himself, it was still comfortable to sleep in the bed at home.