[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

This serious injury almost killed Meng Jiang, but she couldn't die yet, she must not die. She held a breath for herself, hard and tenaciously, and that breath lingered for a long time, supporting her through the high fever after the serious injury.

Her whole body was groggy, and sometimes when she woke up, everything around her seemed to be separated from her. She was imprisoned in a world alone, and everything she saw and heard was illusion.

Then she fell asleep again.

Sangji took care of him almost untiedly. Except for the necessary grooming, which was done by the maid, he never left Meng Jiang's side the rest of the time.

Occasionally when Meng Jiang woke up, he looked over in surprise, but the other person was still unconscious and mumbling something unclearly.

He listened with a kind of sad hope, and found that the other person was reciting two names over and over.

Later he discovered that when he was wearing blue clothes, Meng Jiang called Tang San, but when he was wearing red clothes, Meng Jiang called Muchito, a name he had never heard before.

without him.

Sangji suddenly felt his great sadness.

Then he started wearing white clothes, as if in mourning for himself.

He began to hope that Meng Jiang would never wake up again and fall asleep like this, with no cold look in his eyes and no sharp knife spitting out of his mouth.

But Meng Jiang finally woke up.

The pair of eyes that were deeper than Yong Ye opened, and the confusion in them had not faded away, but the slightly pale lips raised an emotionless smile at him and said, "Thank you."

Thanks for his care and treatment.

Sangji was almost flattered. Just as he was about to say something, Meng Jiang had already turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Then Sangji's heart became cold, as if he had fallen into the cold winter, and all that was left was countless ice colds.

"Then... I'll leave first. You have a good rest." He managed a smile, but it was a bit ugly, with sadness in his beautiful red eyes.

Meng Jiang had no reaction.

So Sangji stopped talking and quietly retreated.

The room became quiet, and Meng Jiang curled up in the soft quilt, feeling empty in his body. The once vast internal energy now turned into bubbles and disappeared.

She tried to summon the martial spirit again, but nothing happened, only a stinging pain came from her dantian.

Even though she had made solid psychological preparations, when the reality really came to her, she still found it difficult to accept it.

All her efforts were now in vain, and everything she had done before seemed to be a joke.

Meng Jiang buried himself in a quilt and hid inside and sobbed quietly. For a moment, her grievance almost overwhelmed her, but no one could comfort her.

She could only comfort herself, saying that it didn't matter. At least she had come out of the dark cell. She had taken the first step steadily, and she could take her time to figure it out.

After being seriously injured and then seriously ill, her body was very weak. Fortunately, Meng Jiang's goal was achieved, and Sangji did take her out of Wuhun City and away from Bibi Dong.

She cooperated very cooperatively by taking various supplements that Sangji found for her, and quietly took good care of her body which was almost riddled with holes. In the process of gradually recovering, the immortal medicine that Meng Jiang had taken also played a role. In other words, this disaster promoted Meng Jiang's body's absorption of the medicine. In addition, her original physical fitness was better than ordinary people. There were a lot of injuries, so even with such a serious injury, Meng Jiang still didn't leave any root cause of the disease.

However, Meng Jiang only spent two years recovering from his injuries.

Because she no longer had soul power, the collar and chains that had restricted her were removed, and she was placed in a spacious and comfortable bedroom in the main Wuhun hall. Apart from walking out of the Wuhun sub-hall and everything that could be done to her, All of her other requirements can be met, except for the requirement that escape be helpful.

In the entire Wuhun main hall, everyone was whispering in private about Sangji's kindness to her, but she became an ungrateful white-eyed wolf among everyone, saying that her heart was made of stone, no matter how hard she covered it, Can't even keep warm.

Some people also saw her joke. One was a loser without a martial spirit, and the other was a close disciple of the Pope. The difference between them made them think that Meng Jiang was just a canary raised by Sangji. When they got tired of it, they would Throw it away.

Meng Jiang just sneered.

White-eyed wolf? Who is the real white-eyed wolf?

There are bright roses in the vase beside the bed, and the bright red petals are dotted with crystal dewdrops in the morning.

There were just a few flowers, and the fragrance was not so pungent that she would hate it.

Meng Jiang stretched out his hand and broke off a flower. His long nails cut off the stem from which the thorns had been removed, and the sticky green stem juice was inevitably stuck on it.

Pretty flowers are always right.

Holding the rose into the sunshine, Meng Jiang threw the vase on the bedside with his backhand. After a loud "bang", the beautifully fired porcelain was broken into pieces. The clear water originally used to grow flowers in the vase flowed to the ground. The beauty pattern on the vase fell into pieces, and a face was broken into two halves from the middle. , lying in a puddle of water, as if crying.

"Beautiful girls have bad luck, ha!"

Meng Jiang laughed briefly and picked off a petal from the rose.

So Sangji, who came after hearing the sound, saw the girl bathing in the sun. Bai Ji twisted the red petals with his slender fingers, rolled the petals into a small roll at will with his pinky fingertips, and then put it into his mouth. .

The scarlet tongue tip stretched out and flexibly hooked the petals in. The petals lost their restraint and stretched out in the mouth, and were crushed and swallowed by the white teeth.

Meng Jiang narrowed his eyes, seeming to be reminiscing.

Then she noticed Sang Ji's arrival and glanced coldly. After meeting his obsessed gaze, she suddenly lost all interest in the rose in her hand.

So she stretched out her hand maliciously, grabbed a flower and started tearing it apart, tearing off the petals, breaking the stem, and even throwing it to the ground and crushing it.

Sang Ji just watched her vent quietly and never said anything to stop her. This made Meng Jiang feel as if he had been punched on cotton, and he was extremely upset.

With a cold snort, Meng Jiang smashed all the remaining roses on the ground, tossed his sleeves and left the room, slamming the door with a loud bang.

After Meng Jiang left, Sangji picked up the remaining intact roses, swallowed the petals bit by bit, and swallowed them all.

At night, there was silence inside and outside the Wuhun Main Hall. Meng Jiang sat by the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the dormitory, letting the cold moonlight shine on his body.

Suddenly there was a breath in the room. Meng Jiang turned around and saw a pile of fine sand appearing on the clean floor. The sand seemed to be spiraling upwards and condensing like life, gradually forming a tall and slender human shape. , dark trousers, black leather armor wrapped around the arms and chest, revealing a thin and strong waist and abdomen, a red hood covering most of the face, with long and curly black hair hanging on the back from behind the hood, The hem of the clothes is embroidered with flame patterns, the waist and head are decorated with thorns, and there are various gold ornaments and gems on the clothes.

It was Muqito who was wearing the Mingjiao Xiaotian suit.

"Hey." Meng Jiang greeted calmly.

Muchito was stunned. He had never seen Meng Jiang treat her so well. Usually he was either tit-for-tat openly or secretly sarcastic, but there was no such thing as An Ran at this moment.

Then he noticed something and suddenly became angry. He ducked in front of Meng Jiang and grabbed her wrist.

"Your martial spirit has been destroyed?!"

"You don't know?" Meng Jiang asked.

"I don't know!" Muchito burst out with strong anger and killing intent, "I went back to Mingjiao for something before, and I also went to Penglai and met your master Fang Qian and senior brother Fang Ziyou. Now Penglai Fang Ziyou has taken over and he has become the new head."

He originally planted the life and death Gu for Meng Jiang, but he didn't even feel any strange movement from the Gu. Now that I think about it, it was probably the soul power of the person who destroyed Meng Jiang's Wuhun that suppressed the Gu worm.

That person is powerful.

"Yeah, that's great..." Meng Jiang just smiled, "Senior brother Ziyou always likes to run away. Now that he has become the leader, I am afraid he will be annoyed to death by those affairs."

"Who is the person who destroyed your martial spirit?" Muchito asked.

But compared to Muchito's urgency, Meng Jiang was more interested in the other party's uncontrollable murderous intent at this time. He was used to seeing the Holy Fire Messengers who sympathized with the world, but Meng Jiang was curious about the look of a killer licking blood from his knife edge.

So she was in the mood to talk to Muchito: "Who else could it be? Of course it is our great Pope. Don't you see? This is one of the main halls of Wuhun Palace."

"Why, do you want to help me avenge you?" Meng Jiang said playfully, "Forget it, I have many enemies, including Sangji, Bibi Dong, Rakshasa God... and I want to deal with them one by one."

"But since you are here, you can help me. Let me borrow your strength and advance the plan."

"What's the favor? I'll help you." Muchito caressed Meng Jiang's thin cheek, "Langhua, what do you want me to do?"

"The Ming Cult will kill those who do evil. Look at how many evildoers there are in this Wuhun Lord's Palace. Please help me kill them, so that those people will not interfere with my affairs." Meng Jiang said coldly.

"how about you?"

"Of course I have to go find Sangji to settle the accounts." The corner of her mouth opened in a crazy arc, and the hem of her clothes seemed to come to life, with ink-colored mist rolling in.

Muchito looked at those sticky evil thoughts, and after a while he said with difficulty, "Don't hurt yourself."

He actually didn't want Meng Jiang to kill someone with evil intentions, because it would easily lead to backlash, but he also understood that Meng Jiang had to avenge this revenge by himself, so Muchito could only remind her to love him.

"Don't worry, I know what I know." Meng Jiang reached out and took off his hood, looked into the blue and gold eyes and said slowly, "After this matter is finished, you can still tell me about your visit this time. What do you want from me?"

The two separated, and Muchito went to clean up the people in the Wuhun main hall. Those who had done evil saw a bright sword in front of their eyes, and the next moment their bodies were separated. They didn't even know who killed them before they died. Those who have not done any evil will be knocked unconscious by Muchito and then tap their sleeping points. They will never wake up for two hours.

Although blind, Muchito possesses extremely powerful mental power, so he can "see" more clearly than a non-blind person. The entire Wuhun Main Palace is invisible under the cover of his mental power.

Meng Jiang walked in the deserted corridor, his heels making a clear sound on the marble floor. The surrounding walls were crawling with black evil thoughts, mottled the murals on the walls, and the girl in white seemed to have come from hell.

The surroundings were too quiet. Meng Jiang stood outside a door and said, "What, Sangji, won't you come to greet me?"

The door opened in response, and Sang Ji walked out of the room. He looked at those evil thoughts that had turned into reality, and turned sideways to make room, "Ajaan, come in and sit down."

Meng Jiang walked in and Sang Ji closed the door behind him.

Those evil thoughts were let in, and as soon as they entered the door, they were like wild beasts breaking out of their cages, biting wildly, and devouring everything in the house.

"Oh, it seems there is no place to sit." Meng Jiang covered her lips and pretended to be surprised.

Sangji walked to Meng Jiang and stood still: "Ajiang, this is why you have been silent for two years. Within two years, I thought you would find a way to escape. I made various preparations so that you could stay here obediently. There’s no sign of escape here.”

"So, you are waiting for me here."

"Escape? This is not my character." Meng Jiang sneered, "You have caused me so much harm, why do you want me to run away? Of course I will stay and settle the score with you."

Sang Ji quietly activated his martial spirit. Four spirit rings floated up and down, and the sharp spikes on his fingertips shone ominously in the moonlight.

"You want to kill me." He confirmed, "It's been two years and you still haven't fallen in love with me."

The young man's clear voice contained a strange emotion: "But I still want to try to see if I can keep you."

The next moment, the four soul rings on Sangji's body lit up with intense light at the same time, and the spikes on his fingertips pierced Meng Jiang's heart at a rapid speed. At the same time, the evil thoughts surrounding him also took action under the control of Meng Jiang's will.

When Muchito came here after completing the task assigned to him by Meng Jiang, he saw the other party standing alone in the center of the room, with a long white dress full of blood-colored flowers, like dewy roses in a vase.

It's a pity that this rose doesn't want to pluck out its thorns and let others admire them, so those thorns can only hurt those who want to pluck her off.

Meng Jiangwu stared at his blood-stained hands, and suddenly smiled sarcastically for a while, "I have always liked your eyes since the day we met again, and now they are mine."

On those hands, there were a pair of red eyes.

Everything was done. In the corner of the room, gravel gradually gathered into a figure. Then a young man in red robe walked out of the shadows, wearing a hood to hide his face. He stepped on the broken floor tiles into the pool of blood and squatted. On his lower body, he brushed the wet and sweet liquid between his fingers, touched the empty eye sockets of the corpse, and chuckled.

"How cruel."

Meng Jiang held the pair of eyes, raised his slender arms, and danced under the intertwining of the moon and blood. The dance steps under her feet changed, and she hummed an exotic song, with joy in her eyes and brows.

The dance continued until she ran out of energy.

The young man caught the girl's crumbling body and walked away from this tomb full of death under the rising sun.

Behind him, the bloody footprints were painted into a strange pattern by the changing dance steps, like a blooming rose of thorns.