[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The flames in the palms danced happily, and the warm light made people couldn't help but smile. Meng Jiang suddenly felt a subtle internal energy reviving in his Dantian. Although the inner strength is too weak, it is not insignificant.

Meng Jiang's eyes widened in shock, followed by boundless joy, "Muchito! I -"

"Shh." The young man put a finger on his lips, "Just treat it as an unexpected surprise and don't say it."

The girl smiled, frowned, and nodded repeatedly.

With internal strength, even if there is just a trace, the original pear velvet fallen silk bag can be used. Meng Jiang put the dragon's beard needle back into the package and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it didn't get stained with blood.

It was given to her by her relatives and friends.

Kamil brought the two rations from elsewhere, and they stayed in this wilderness, with Muchito teaching them the skills and martial arts of Meng Jiangming.

More than half a year later, Meng Jiang had mastered a pair of scimitars and controlled the sacred fire with ease. Muchito had nothing left to teach her, and the rest depended on Meng Jiang's own understanding.

After hard training, Meng Jiang's internal strength recovered to 30% of its previous strength. Muchito told her that as long as her skill reaches a certain level, he can rebuild her martial soul.

This made Meng Jiang's heart beat like a drum for a while, and he began to practice intense self-abuse. If Muchito hadn't stopped her out of fear that she would go too far and hurt him, Meng Jiang would have caused irreversible damage to his body.

Fortunately, Meng Jiang Mingli was just a little impatient for a moment. After thinking about it, he slowed down and started to move steadily.

It is worth mentioning that the Rakshasa God actually came to find her again, because although Meng Jiang was deactivated, the spirit of the Rakshasa God left on her was still there, and she could sense that she had regained her soul power. , so the Rakshasa God felt that her potential was greater than he had thought before.

"I finally saw that there are such shameless gods in the world." Afterwards, Meng Jiang said to Muchito mockingly.

"Actually, it's not wrong to say that he does everything for his own benefit." Even a good-tempered person like Muchito almost laughed out loud at the Rakshasa God's actions, "But...it's really shameless."

"But it can be used." Meng Jiang had a strange smile on his lips, "After this incident, if he still wants me as his heir, he will take the initiative to cover up for me in front of Bibi Dong, which saves me a lot of effort. And I can earn more benefits from him.”

Muchito added: "And judging from the attitude of Rakshasa God, he should not know about Bibi Dong's dethroning of your martial soul. Therefore, there will definitely be conflicts between Rakshasa God and Bibi Dong, even if It’s tiny, but a thousand-mile embankment breaks in an ant nest.”

"As far as I know, Bibi Dong should have had conflicts with the Rakshasa God more than once. She didn't know that the Rakshasa God had chosen two successors before." Meng Jiang said.

"Yes." Muchito nodded, "You can take this opportunity to squeeze out the value of the Rakshasa God as much as possible."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Oh, listen, listen, this is what our pious Mingzi said."

Although Muchituo was blind, his face still tilted toward Meng Jiang, "You are now considered a disciple of my Ming Cult, so you must remember that all my disciples..."

"Meow meow meow meow!" Meng Jiang said cheerfully.

"...We work together." Muchito got stuck and struggled to finish this sentence with black lines on his head, "What strange things have you learned from those Central Plains people?"

"Is it strange? I don't think so." Meng Jiang held up his chin and smiled, "Isn't this recognized in the world?"

Muchito expressed that he did not want to follow Meng Jiang's words: "... In short, "The Record of the Great Light" should not only be memorized by heart, but also truly remembered in the heart."

Meng Jiang clasped his palms together and responded, "Your Excellency, I understand."

She stood up, carrying a pair of scimitars on her back, "Then, now I am going to complete the fourth divine test assigned to me by the Rakshasa God, and go to the Killing City to wreak havoc on the Shura God."

"Someone would give me a pillow when I was really dozing off." Meng Jiang tugged at the corner of her lips and smiled, "Look, as soon as I regained my soul power, the Rakshasa God and even the Shura God sent me news~"

"I hope Mingzun can bless me." She turned her back to Muchito and turned her head slightly to reveal a beautiful profile. The wind in the wilderness raised her dark and thick knee-length curly hair like algae, revealing the shining shape on her earlobes. Sun's golden earrings, "After all, you accepted my challenge."

When she said this, although Meng Jiang's nails had been trimmed neatly, they were still dug into her flesh by her force.

Muchito seemed not to have heard the provocation, and only stood up and said, "I will send you to the killing city, and by the way, I will show you the true stealth skills of my Ming Cult."

If ordinary people want to enter the Killing City, they must either be led by someone through the tavern in the entrance town, or they can enter directly with their strength.

But Muchito wanted to show off his stealth skills, so he took Meng Jiang and smuggled in directly from there.

After sending Meng Jiang to the place, Muchito left temporarily.

He also has his own responsibilities. As the messenger of the Holy Fire, Muchito shoulders the responsibility of walking in countless worlds to eliminate evil and preach. This time it was because of Meng Jiang that he stayed on this continent for so long.

"I'm leaving, Langhua, please pay attention to your own safety." The young man warned before leaving, "When the right opportunity comes, I will come back to you."

The girl did not answer, but silently watched the young man's figure turn into sand and disappear in the bloody wind of the killing city.

She turned around and walked towards the dark city. The purple moon in the sky was embedded in the dark night, making her almost suffocating.

Completely restraining his aura, and with his hood covering his face, Meng Jiang raised his knife and lowered it. A thin silver blade flashed across him, and the man with a ferocious face and muscles in front of him fell silently and turned into a corpse. Because the blade was too sharp, Meng Jiang moved very quickly, and it took a long time for blood to spurt out of his throat.

Until his death, the man did not know who killed him.

After clearing away the dark dust, Meng Jiang took out a black identity tag from the body, with a human skull pattern carved on it and a number below: 8327.

"Then, this brand is mine~" Meng Jiang wiped the number with his finger, waved his hand and released a flame, and the body burned instantly, illuminating the alley in the darkness.

Meng Jiang had already left the moment the body started burning.

In this place, killing is more common than eating and drinking, so even if Meng Jiang kills to win a medal, no one will care about her.

Judging from the sign, the person Meng Jiang killed must have been strong, because there were several scratches on the sign, and it seemed that the person who got it had been here for a long time and had experienced many fights. How could this person be weak if he could survive such a long period of time?

It was a pity that the Meng Jiang he met was as powerful as a top killer. It was very easy for Meng Jiang to secretly take the life of this strong but not strong enough man.

However, this also means that this man will definitely not be lost in everyone, and many people must know him. So Meng Jiang, who now holds this plate, is an "unruly outsider", because everyone who is admitted to the Killing City has an identity plate of his own.

So Meng Jiang began to observe, hiding in the dark at first. After roughly understanding the rules of the Killing City, she began to walk here openly.

It's not that Meng Jiang doesn't want to hide forever, but she always has to get food, and the food stored in the pear velvet silk bag is only enough for her for half a month, so Meng Jiang must exchange it here.

To get food, Meng Jiang must be qualified to live here, so she must go to the Killing Fields of Hell. And signing up there means that her practice of killing people to win medals will be known to people in the Killing City.

But Meng Jiang is not worried, because since she can do this, it means that she has the qualifications to enter the killing city.

The beautiful and sexy girl walked openly on the dirty streets. In the darkness, there were countless pairs of eyes with greedy and obscene desires staring at her exposed white skin, but few people dared to step forward and put their desires into action— - Because of the identity tag hanging on Meng Jiang's waist and the scimitar in her hand that was dripping with blood and formed a blood line.

For these people, Meng Jiang didn't even need to use the holy fire.

She harvested human lives with the scimitar in her hand, paved a road washed with blood for herself, and frightened those who were ready to move in the dark.

In this way, Meng Jiang came to the Killing Fields of Hell, and used the stolen identity card to sign up for himself in the shocked eyes of the receptionist. After two consecutive battles, he won the two-year life in the Killing City with an overwhelming advantage. years of qualification.

All of Meng Jiang's opponents were instantly killed by her.

People in the Killing City gradually learned that there was a rose with thorns that could not be broken, and those who tried to break the flowers were pricked with blood by the sharp thorns and died.

Meng Jiang never competed in the Hell Killing Fields again. After all, she felt that she would not stay here for long. But there were always so many bugs swooping down on her because of her stunning appearance, like slutty dogs that had smelled the scent of meat, sticking out their tongues and making disgusting noises.

So when she saw such people, she just swung a knife to kill them. This allowed her to gain a reputation comparable to "King Shura" and "Messenger of Hell" even though she didn't participate in too many competitions. The lives of her subordinates were unknown. Fanji.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of Meng Jiang's dress, although her title of "Rose Flower" scares most people, it is always mixed with some lustful colors.

Of course, Meng Jiang didn't know this. After all, no one had the courage to come to her and tell her these things that would cost her life.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the hell messenger was an acquaintance, it was Hu Liena who was in the Wuhundian Academy team at that time.

And that hell messenger——

The thorny rose looked at the mechanical piglet in the arms of the handsome young man who came out of the killing field, and raised a playful smile.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Hu Liena's affectionate gaze not far away. A pair of dark cat eyes under her hood narrowed dangerously.

Ha, Tang Xiaosan, you are so good! After three years of not seeing each other, things have changed a lot, but I have gained a lot of skills, and I hooked up with a young girl so quickly!