Douluo's Fire

Chapter 271 Angry?Want to hit me?Do you dare to fight?

Mullah Akhtar Kumas, the boy whom Wolf Three called Tal, released his hands holding his chest and squatted down beside Wolf Three.

Half propped up, Tal accompanied Lang San and looked into the distance. He did not answer Lang San's question immediately, but asked instead: "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

The depressing atmosphere lingered here, and Lang San said a little dejectedly: "But in fact, if it weren't for Mr. Dugu helping His Majesty the Emperor in the palace recently, Amadi almost killed Uncle Tian Yang."

More than a week ago, Lang San and the others were invited out by Amadi, the eldest son of the Barron family, and met Tian Yang who was collecting medicine for his daughter.

The process is very bloody, and the motivation is also very bloody.

As the eldest son of a noble in Tiandou City, he actually took a fancy to the ragweed picked by Tian Yang and wanted to snatch it away arrogantly.

After boiling gallbladder with water, the soup can be used to relieve the pain of patients and soothe people to rest.

His daughter accidentally injured her knee a few years ago and the pain was severe every time it was windy or rainy.

It just so happened that he recently got a book from the north from a fellow villager.

He also knew the function of ragweed from there.

Therefore, when Amadi tried to snatch away the ragweed in his hand, he guarded it with all his strength.

That was the hope that his daughter could have a good night's sleep.

Lang San intervened to stop him. As someone who grew up in the village and studied at Lihuo Academy, he could not tolerate such a thing happening.

Not to mention, Uncle Tian Yang was targeted because of his influence.

The reforms Ye Li made in the north deeply hurt the interests of the traditional nobles.

After confirming that Lang San and the others were just ordinary students of Lihuo Academy and not direct disciples of Ye Li and the others, they began to encounter all kinds of disgusting things.

Uncle Tian Yang's horsetail grass was robbed because Amadi deliberately robbed it because he wanted to disgust Lang San and the others, just to see the angry but helpless expressions of Lang San and the others.

The big nobles behind him used this to undermine the reputation of Ye Li's Lihuo Academy and disintegrate the fighting spirit of the students of Lihuo Academy.

No matter how good the reform is, someone needs to do it.

If people collapse, no matter how powerful Ye Li is, he will not be able to take away the interests of traditional nobles like them.

Moreover, they did not harm the top students from Lihuo Academy.

For this reason, every time they invite Lang San and the others to go out to play, there must be a soul king or soul emperor to protect the safety of Lang San and the others.

Ensure that they will never suffer any injuries.

Moreover, when Lang San and the others asked to return the horse tail grass to Uncle Tian Yang, they also returned it on the spot.

However, later on, Lang San and the others would inadvertently hear how his daughter was acting like this, what bad luck had happened to her recently, what a tragedy it was.

This time, it was because of the presence of Poisonous Douluo that the nobles behind them were suppressed.

They don't dare to use small tricks for the time being, for fear of being directly exterminated by the angry Poison Douluo.

But Lang San and the others had experienced this kind of thing several times before.

Even if they reported it to Teacher Luan, it would only protect them for a while, not for long.

The cold wind blew, making Lang San's heart feel very cold.

He couldn't understand why Uncle Tian Yang and the others would deliberately harm them when they would never cause any trouble to them.

As for not allowing them to play?

Thinking of this, a layer of tears appeared in Lang San's eyes, and he turned his face slightly and wiped them away stubbornly.

With a snap, Lang San turned his head following the sound, and found that Tal, who always paid attention to his image, was lying on the steps regardless of the dust, looking at the sky with his face slightly sideways, and said in a faint voice:

"Wolf Three, do you want to hear a story about my childhood? A story that may give you some answers."

After falling silent, Lang San nodded, listening to the story of the person next to him who had never told him before.

The voice is faint and the story is also faint.

Tal's family is also a noble family, and Tal is the son of the patriarch, but he is just an illegitimate son.

Yes, a very bloody story.

In other words, it was a very common thing that happened among nobles in this era.

Because he was an illegitimate child, he had no right to inherit the nobility and no support from his mother's family.

So when he was a child, he was like a transparent person in the clan. Not many people cared about him, and no one deliberately hindered him.

Therefore, when he was very young, when adults didn't care about his existence and were unwilling to waste energy covering it up, he noticed some darkness in the world.

Therefore, when Ye first came to the academy, he looked down upon Lang San the most.

Because he was stubborn, he had no awareness of the great gift he had received.

A commoner suddenly got admitted to the academy where a titled Douluo master is sitting. What is this if not a great gift?

The elegant things that are common among nobles, or to put it another way, the sad experiences among common people, slowly came out in Tal's mouth.

These were all things he had seen with his own eyes when he was a child.

When he first met them, he felt that those people were very miserable. But after seeing them more and more, and hearing the indifferent chuckles from adults, he no longer felt so "compassionate."

The change of tone made Lang San clenched his fist tightly, wanting to punch the handsome face in front of him.

Although such an unforgivable sin could be described so calmly and calmly, it was as if one did not regard them as human beings.

So, after Tal finished telling the story of his childhood, he suddenly stared directly into Lang San's eyes and said in a very calm tone: "Are you angry? Do you want to hit me? Do you dare to hit me?"

The three questions in a row were like the most painful three nails, hammering into Lang San's heart, making his eyes red and wanting to step on the face that said these words.

With an angry "Ah", Lang San clenched his fist and slammed it on the floor, breathing heavily through his nose, his eyes extremely angry.

"Why! Why is this happening! They are all the same people, why is this happening!"

The young man's angry roar resounded in the open space, but the sky was deep and vast, and no one answered his question, and there was no echo of his voice.

Some are just silence and the lonely roar of the young man.

The boy's classmates also looked into the distance with confused eyes, looked at the blue sky, and murmured in confusion: "Yes, why? Why is this happening? Maybe, only the dean knows why."

"Perhaps it's what the dean said about not having the strength to fight for human rights."

"No power?!!!"

The teenager roared angrily.

"Yeah, no power."

The young man murmured in confusion.

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