[Douluo] How to break the villain camp!

"Boss! There's a competition tomorrow. The dean really can't stand it anymore——"

"Wait wait stop!"

Feng Xiaotian was held tightly by Si Le's arms, and he was dragged towards the door of the medical wing with three steps and one turn.

"Ouch!" Guang Guang was engaged in a tug-of-war with his captain. Si Le didn't notice and hit the goalpost.

--careful.

"Eh?" Si Le closed his eyes, preparing to accept this unreasonable disaster, but found that he seemed to have crashed into a soft cloud. He carefully opened it and looked, and found a large piece of bluesilver grass sprouting and growing rapidly on the rough wooden branches. The slightly curled leaves were soft and moist.

Just like its owner.

"Are you okay?" Tang San politely extended a helping hand, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Thank you." Si Le scratched his head sheepishly.

Tang San shifted his gaze slightly to the right and said to Feng Xiaotian, "Congratulations on your recovery."

Feng Xiaotian's bizarre and serious injury a few days ago attracted close attention from various colleges. Although the official explanation given by the Tiandou Knights was that it was a momentary mistake during a private sparring session, but——

Who is the person to discuss with?

Tang San's gaze fell on Feng Xiaotian's bandaged neck, as if he was recalling the bloody wound that night.

Feng Xiaotian suppressed his smile and narrowed his purple eyes: "Brother Tang, are you coming to the medical wing?"

Tang San responded generously: "Let's talk to Xu about something."

Feng Xiaotian sneered: "Tsk, there are quite a few patients injured by you Shrek today." His voice suddenly lowered, "She is, very, busy."

Tang San kept smiling: "No need to worry about it."

"Exactly." Knowing that there was no point in staying any longer, Feng Xiaotian straightened his clothes and woke up Si Le, who was in a daze beside him.

Click, click, click——

The dark silver knight's armor made a cold crisp sound as he walked, and the boots of the same color clicked on the long marble street. It was obviously a very common knight's uniform, but the person wearing it gave off a strong sense of chilling, and blood and killing intent surged in like a tide. He was holding a chubby wooden doll in his hand. He looked so naive and had an extremely strange sense of disharmony.

"Knights?" Feng Xiaotian frowned. It was clearly a knight's uniform, but it still felt damn familiar. He said in an incomprehensible manner: "You shouldn't be here." His narrow eyes narrowed and he looked at the other person's every move, every word and every action.

The other party was very cooperative and allowed Feng Xiaotian to look at him. Although his face could not be seen clearly, he inexplicably conveyed the message: "What can you do to me?"

I really want to take off this damn mask.

Feng Xiaotian thought.

"Need help?" Tang San said politely and smiled at the other party.

The knight in shining armor lowered his head respectfully and looked at the young man for a moment.

"Hmph." Part of it is frivolous, part of it is disdain.

The knight suddenly pulled out his short sword from his waist. The sharp sword flipped deftly between his fingers a few times, and then slammed into the doll in his palm. The salty smell of blood that has been impregnated on the sword blade for many years meanders, creating a cruel curve. It was clear that the knight pierced the doll, but the two people present realized that the tip of the knife was pointed at them.

Kill people, kill your heart.

The strange feeling of familiarity became stronger, and Feng Xiaotian frowned: "Who are you?"

The knight didn't respond. He slowly wiped the dust off the dagger and locked it back into the scabbard. Then he turned slightly and strolled away from the other side of the long steps.

It seemed like an aimless distraction.

"Boss, this knight." Si Le showed his head from behind Feng Xiaotian, carefully covering his heart that almost stopped, "It's so scary."

"Let's go." Feng Xiaotian looked away.

Tang San, the other person involved, had a serious look in his eyes.

……

Just after helping a wounded man treat his wound, Xu Zhi rubbed his sore wrist and happened to see Tang San standing at the door.

Tang San seemed to be lost in thought, his right hand resting on the long railing tapping unconsciously.

Xu Zhi asked curiously: "Xiaosan? What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Tang San came back to his senses and smiled at Xu Zhi, "Are you free later?"

Xu Zhi looked at the situation in the medical wing and said, "We can chat for a while now."

Tang San pointed to the rooftop: "Then go to the old place?"

Xu Zhi nodded: "Okay."

……

Dusk has arrived, and the setting sun dyes the clouds bright red, with a hint of drunkenness.

The little butterfly kissed Xu Zhi's fingertips and shook its black tail wings. Its soft soul power was like soft silk thread, entwining and weaving a dust-free land.

Xu Zhi curled his eyes: "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"I refuse." Tang San threw these three words out of the blue, "I refuse that invitation."

Xu Zhi looked at the other party, with an undercurrent surging in his light gray eyes: "This is no joke." She raised the corners of her lips and winked at the other party meaningfully, "Mistress, you still have time."

"It's destined." Tang San shook his head, "No need to think too much."

Xu Zhi looked at the other party with a smile on his lips: "It's a predetermined destiny?"

"You want to know what it would be like? If you became our enemy."

Xu Zhi's voice was extremely cold. She clearly looked up at Tang San, but she looked completely condescending: "You will have your soul power depleted and your hands cut off. The judge will cut your body open." Chest, peel off your soul bones inch by inch, crush your soul, leaving you unable to live or die."

"Can you do it?" Tang San asked.

"As Wen Xuzhi, I won't." Xu Zhi came closer, almost against the other person's ear, "As a judge, I will definitely do it." Mo Die appeared next to her, resisting as coldly as a sharp blade. Holding the young man's neck, "Just like now."

"Okay, I reject this answer." Xu Zhi raised his hand to call Mingdie back, putting down his cold superior attitude.

"I said, a good hunter never refuses to wait."

Xu Zhi turned his back to Tang San, his voice cold and solemn.

"You still have three days."

Tang San looked at Xu Zhi's back and sighed softly: "I understand."

"Is there anything else?" Xu asked.

"Well, there is indeed one more thing." Tang San thought for a moment and asked: "That day you and the teacher -"

"Tang San." Xu Zhi didn't turn around. She took a deep breath and said, "You have a good teacher, but that's all. Want to know the truth? Ask him. Anyway, I don't think I did anything wrong. ,that's all."

Xu Zhi waved his hand: "Let's take the first step."

In the end, there was no looking back.

……

A stream of light flashed, and the wishful treasure bag fell into Tang San's palm. As the young man's thoughts moved slightly, a light silver iris and lily of the valley appeared in the void. It is beautiful, but also fragile; it contains majestic vitality, but also lurks elusive danger.

The young man looked at the fairy grass and said nothing.

Maybe it will be a forgotten gift.

——tbc——