[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

"Well..." Feeling the movement beside him, Meng Jiang stretched out his two jade arms from the quilt and hugged the waist of the person next to him, "Are you going to the killing field again?"

"Yes, if you finish a hundred games early, you can leave early. I hope we can gather ten people today." Tang San leaned over and wanted to kiss Meng Jiang on the cheek, but was blocked by the other party's hand, and only the smooth back of his hand was kissed. .

"No kiss, no washing." She let go of her hand and put it into the quilt again, "Then come on, bye."

"Oh." With a sigh, Tang San pulled the quilt off Meng Jiang's face to expose his mouth and nose, "I'll put breakfast on the table for you."

"Hmm." Meng Jiang hummed carelessly, obviously feeling that he was making a noise. He closed his eyes and frowned, turning his back to him, leaving only a thin section of the back of his neck.

With another sigh, Tang San stood up, dressed, washed and went out, heading to the Killing Fields of Hell.

For some unknown reason, Meng Jiang never went to watch his games. Tang San originally thought it was because the other party didn't like killing and blood, but after careful observation, he found that Meng Jiang was not disgusted with these, and his attitude was more like treating them as normal things like eating and drinking. For this reason, Meng Jiang never hesitates when wielding a knife - her mentality is calmer than anyone else's.

Tang San naturally didn't know that the reason why Meng Jiang didn't go to watch his game was because of Hu Liena. She is still wanted by Wuhun Palace. Although Meng Jiang already regards Hu Liena as a little goblin who wants to steal her love, she was careful not to show her face when she declared her sovereignty before. Therefore, Meng Jiang must avoid anything that would expose his identity, such as meeting Hu Liena in the killing field.

Now all Hu Liena knew was that the woman King Shura liked was Rose Flower, while Meng Jiang and Tang San were still covered by their vests.

As for other people in the Killing City, they also admire King Shura very much. He used to be just for his strength, but now he still has charm. After all, the beauty of the rose flower made her a woman that all the powerful men in the Killing City wanted. Unfortunately, the thorns of this flower were too sharp, and all those who wanted to break the flower were pierced to death. Only King Shura ordered the rose flower. I am willing to restrain myself from the sharp thorns.

But at the same time, to the women in the killing city, King Shura is like an iron tree. Look at the many gorgeous women who have recommended themselves for pillow mats, including many stunning beauties. However, King Shura has always responded with murderous intent, and only Rose succeeded in making this tree The iron tree has blossomed and is still devoted to her.

If you want to ask why you are so determined, King Shura has been inquiring about all the information about this flower since he brought the rose back that day. He must be trying to get to know her better - this is the thought of everyone in the Killing City.

This kind of rosy gossip is rare in the killing city, so everyone is happy eating melons - except for those who want to snatch the rose from King Shura and those who are enamored with King Shura.

But Tang San found out a lot of information about Meng Jiang, such as her sneaking into the Killing City and killing people to get cards, her having only fought two times in the Hell Killing Fields, her mysterious movements and blazing flames when killing people. .

Everyone thinks that Rose's martial spirit is the flame, because the Killing City cannot use soul skills and can only use the martial spirit itself, so obviously the flame is more likely to be her martial spirit than the scimitar.

But that's actually just one of Meng Jiang's abilities. It's no different from her ability to breathe in water. However, the difference between nature and nurture doesn't even count as her martial spirit, because her martial spirit has long been disabled by Bibi Dong. .

From the beginning to the end, Tang San never found out about the familiar bead-type Bright Heart Umbrella.

He felt even more uneasy.

This uneasiness appeared when he followed Tang Hao to practice the Cloak Hammering Technique under the waterfall. After he discovered that Meng Jiang's soul power had become inexplicably low, it had been lingering in his heart, but he kept silent.

——Because Ajaan didn’t want to say it.

What can he do? That was the person he loved most. He couldn't ignore Meng Jiang's thoughts and stretched out his hand to tear up the wound that seemed to have scabbed.

There were too many clues in it, and it was impossible for Tang San not to feel it, but now he could only force himself to be blind and deaf to maintain the peace.

In front of Meng Jiang, he always acted like a gentle and tolerant young master from troubled times, as if he was not affected by the murderous aura of the killing city at all. But when he arrived at the Hell Killing Fields, Tang San's methods became even more fierce, and those murderous auras were even mixed with uncontrollable violence, like a crazy wild beast out of its cage.

He and Meng Jiang just hid each other, only showing their gentlest side in front of each other.

But there are endless undercurrents under the sea, and the calmest place is before the storm.

Tang San was used to the days when he would be greeted with smiles every time he returned to that narrow and cramped hut. This made Tang San even begin to think that he was not in the Killing City, but in the place between him and Meng Jiang. Home.

So when he returned to the hut after winning the ninety-ninth game and found it empty and deserted, he could hardly restrain his murderous aura.

The air dropped several degrees as the murderous aura turned into reality. The furnishings in the room were shaking, cracks appeared on them, and dust fell from the cracked ceiling.

But just when he was about to release all his murderous intent and destroy the hut, Tang San suddenly felt a warmth coming from between his eyebrows, just like the feeling brought by the golden-red holy fire pattern on Meng Jiang's chest, bright and clear, but not burning. Instead, he went all the way down between his eyebrows, gradually calming down the murderous intention in his heart.

Tang San suddenly thought that before he went out this morning, Meng Jiang, who always liked to stay in bed, actually got up with him, walked him out of the hut, stepped on his feet and kissed him between the eyebrows, with a strangely pious look on his face.

Meng Jiang said something, which was not the official language of his previous life, nor the language of Douluo Continent. That sentence seemed more like it came from the Western Region, like a blessing from her to him.

So Tang San calmed down and walked into the hut that was almost completely scrapped. He saw a letter left by Meng Jiang on the table. There was some undried pen and ink beside it. He didn't know where Meng Jiang got it.

He stepped forward and picked up the letter, blew the dust off it, and read it carefully.

The letter is written in the language of the past life, and the handwriting is in running script. The free and unrestrained writing style can be seen in the flowing clouds, flowing water, and the vast sea and sky. It is separated from the soft beauty of the woman in the boudoir, but has the spirit of an eagle striking the sky. The movement of the writing also contains agility and cunning. It is For everyone.

Tang San began to read the letter.

“A letter is like a meeting.

When you see this letter, you will know that I have left. I still have important things to do, and I need you to go alone for the rest of my journey. I apologize. You can rest assured that there is no crisis in my affairs. You and I will definitely see each other on the date agreed upon in five years.

May you cherish it and look forward to the future. My heart must be the same as yours.

XX XX XX

Meng Jiang, please write. "

There is a poem attached to the letter.

"The new wind rolls around the pile of gold and paints, and the beautiful branches are bent down, which is a disaster for pedestrians.

But when I see silver and blue with golden patterns, I wish to exchange winter snow for spring flowers. "

At first glance, this poem seems to be written to wish Tang San a smooth future, but upon closer inspection, it is clearly a love poem.

"I would like to exchange winter snow for spring flowers." Meng Jiang hoped that Tang San would not be angry with her.

In an instant, Tang San dissipated all his anger.

He was angry because Meng Jiang left without saying goodbye and because he was worried about her.

There was always nothing he could do against her.

To cherish it, Tang San put the letter and the pen and ink in the twenty-four bridges under the moonlit night, and decided to frame the poem when he had time and read it day and night.

This is a love poem written by Ajaan to him.

Meng Jiang left this time because of her mission.

She didn't come to the Killing City just to play. Although she had revenge on the Rakshasa God, she couldn't fool around with the divine test.

There was only one game left before Tang San could enter the Hell Road, and as long as he walked out of the Hell Road, he could obtain the murderous aura domain and leave the Killing City.

This is an excellent opportunity.

The Rakshasa God told her that the City of Slaughter was the inheritance place of the Shura God, and the King of Slaughter was originally the successor chosen by the Shura God, but he was disturbed by the Rakshasa God's spiritual thoughts during the assessment and lost his mind.

Look, the Rakshasa God and the Shura God are indeed sworn enemies, and they would even make trouble for the heir's exam.

Meng Jiang laughed at herself, but now, as the heir of the Rakshasa God, she was also going to wreak havoc.

Originally, Meng Jiang thought that it was impossible for the Rakshasa God to come to the City of Slaughter in person, so she could take the opportunity to find the Shura God through the successor of the Shura God. However, according to her observation, the King of Slaughter was not in the right state.

It was a chaotic and chaotic state that made Meng Jiang unable to choose to try to contact the King of Slaughter. On the contrary, she even had to hide from the King of Slaughter.

This is very troublesome.

If one way doesn't work, Meng Jiang will find another way.

As the inheritance place of God Shura, the City of Killing has murderous aura and blood energy that ordinary people cannot imagine, and the source of these, according to her perception, is right under her feet.

There must be something hidden deep in this land.

The Rakshasa God didn't ask her to destroy the Killing City, maybe because she felt that her ability was not enough, so she just needed to do some tricks here.

And coincidentally, the Holy Fire is the nemesis of murderous intent.

The control of the holy fire does not come from soul power, but from the belief in the heart.

If your heart is toward the light and you perform good deeds, the holy fire will burn forever.

Meng Jiang prayed devoutly to Ming Zun and planted fire in every corner of the killing city, waiting only for the time to come when the sparks would start a prairie fire.

She hid in the darkness and waited silently.

The opportunity came quickly, but Meng Jiang didn't expect that her family would help her.

Tang San poured the fairy snow-colored swan kiss into the plasma of Hell Road, so the toxins in the plasma were infinitely amplified, and the killing city based here was bound to be destroyed.

Seeing the plasma swallowing up the immortal product, Tang San thought for a moment and imitated Meng Jiang's tone and said, "It's easy to get sick by drinking blood indiscriminately." After saying this, he nodded in affirmation.

And Meng Jiang was bathed in the clear holy fire, feeling the tongue of fire licking the darkness, and she was satisfied to swallow up all the malice.

She is inherently evil, so this is her best nourishment.

The power began to grow rapidly. The holy fire suppressed the backlash of evil thoughts and cleansed away the sin of killing. Finally, when the holy fire was extinguished, what was left was a clear night sky with twinkling stars.

Then, she discovered a little surprise.