Rebirth: The Redemption Heroine in Douluo

"...No worries, no worries, baby!"

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, his body involuntarily bent up and sat up, breathing heavily.

After calming his breathing a little, he looked up and around, with vigilance still in his eyes.

But he found himself in a double room that looked a bit shabby, with a quilt covering him.

The moonlight poured down, illuminating the world.

The noise here disturbed Oscar who was practicing nearby. He slowly opened his eyes, and the last bit of soul power swirled into his body.

"Brother, are you awake? Are you feeling okay?"

Oscar curved his peach blossom eyes and smiled brightly.

"Ahem, I'm fine. Where is this?"

"Well, you have passed the assessment. From today on, you are a student of Shrek Academy. You will live with me. By the way, do you still remember my name?"

Tang San nodded slightly. These were secondary. What he was most anxious about now was another problem.

"Okay... I understand. Oscar, do you know how Wuyou is doing now?"

Oscar raised his eyebrows slightly, with a puzzled look on his face, then suddenly realized and answered with a smile.

"Ah, you mean that little girl. She's fine. She and Xiao Wu were later taken back by Rongrong."

"Their dormitory is... right there."

He raised his head towards the house not far away, smiling like a bit of a fool, with a look of pride and satisfaction on his face.

"By the way, Rongrong is so pretty, hehehe, and she's also kind. I guess she's still taking care of them now."

"Don't worry, you all took advantage of me, and you will recover soon."

Hearing this, Tang San pursed his cracked lips, closed his eyes slightly, and took a long breath, barely letting go of half of the worry in his heart.

When he woke up just now, he found that the internal injuries and soul power he suffered in the battle had recovered by more than 70%, and only the circulation of his soul power was still a little sluggish.

I think it's the effect of the blood beads and tofu.

"...Thank you very much, Oscar."

"Oh, we're all from the same sect, it's hard to say thank you. Hey, hey, hey, your injury hasn't healed yet, where are you going?"

Oscar was still trying to remain reserved, shaking his hands and was about to continue talking to him, but he found that Tang San had already thrown back the quilt and was walking towards the door with a somewhat unsteady step.

Hearing Oscar's words, Tang San's hand that was pulling open the door paused slightly, the moonlight shone through the gap onto his face, half of it fell into the dark, making Oscar unable to see his expression.

Only a hoarse voice

"I'll go see her."

*

Tang Wuyou and Xiaowu's room.

Xiao Wu was sleeping peacefully on the bed on the other side, her clothes had been changed.

Ning Rongrong was holding a piece of wet cloth in her hand and was trying to clumsily put it on Tang Wuyou's forehead.

The little girl was seriously injured. Although she ate Oscar's stinky tofu, she still inevitably developed a high fever.

The physical fitness of soul masters is incredibly strong, and this kind of situation generally does not occur unless they are seriously injured.

But there was no one here except herself who was suitable to take care of the two girls, so even though she had never done this before, Ning Rongrong still insisted on settling them down.

She pursed her lips and looked gentle.

She actually likes this little sister Tang Wuyou very much.

Even in such an emergency situation, Tang Wuyou still did not forget to leave a shield in front of her.

If not for this, the auxiliary system, which was located close to the center of the strong wind and had no defense at all, would be seriously injured at the very least.

She grew up in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, surrounded by the stars. As the only daughter, she had never felt the silent care from anyone other than her elders.

Those peers had no other intentions except to please her and gain benefits.

The look in his eyes when he looked at her was a kind of shrewd calculation that could never appear in the clear eyes of a little girl.

The water was a little cold, so Ning Rongrong bent down, picked up the basin and walked towards the door.

Just as I closed the door and turned around, I saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Tang San?"

Ning Rongrong was a little surprised, her eyes widened slightly, she looked back at the door, and asked softly

"How did you come?"

The person in front of him was Tang San.

There were still traces of dew on his body and he exuded a cold air. It was unknown how long he had been standing at the door.

"Is she..ok?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned, then lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly

"Wuyou has a fever, Xiaowu..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang San

"Fever? Is it serious? How is she now?"

The topic was changed and Ning Rongrong was a little confused. Xiao Wu was fine, so she stopped worrying about it.

He nodded the basin in his hand.

"I tried to cool her forehead with a towel, but the water was a little cold, so I came out to change..."

Tang San's eyes followed and fell on the basin in Ning Rongrong's hand. He stared at the slightly hot air emanating from the water surface, his brows knitted tightly.

"You applied hot water to her?"

Ning Rongrong in front of him looked confused and a little flustered.

"Ah? What's the problem?"

"...Forget it, you've been tired all day, let me do the rest. Thank you for bringing Wuyou back today."

The torment in his heart made it almost impossible for Tang San to maintain his politeness. After reluctantly saying thank you, he took the basin from Ning Rongrong's hand and walked quickly towards the stream.

Ning Rongrong was left standing there in a daze

"....You are welcome."

It wasn't because of Tang San's tone. On the contrary, she could hear the deep gratitude towards her from his hoarse voice.

only....

Is there anyone who has such deep and obsessive feelings for his sister?

He looked as if he was tortured by guilt, and the confident yet not arrogant look he had during the day had long disappeared.

If she remembered correctly, Xiao Wu seemed to be from the same school as them?

But this person didn't even ask Xiao Wu a question.

How strange.

The cold wind in the late autumn night is biting, and it is still a little hard to resist without using soul power to protect the body.

Ning Rongrong rubbed her shoulders and ran quickly towards her dormitory.

*

inside the house.

Tang San looked at the crooked brocade scarf covering Tang Wuyou's head and sighed.

He reached out and gently took off the somewhat dry handkerchief, holding it in his hand, and plunged directly into the freezing water that had just been drawn out.

The handkerchief that had been washed was cold, and Tang San looked hesitant.

After a slight pause, he decided to use his soul power to warm the handkerchief to a cool state before quietly placing it on Tang Wuyou's forehead.

If you put the temperature directly on your head, it would be so cold that it would hurt, right?

He couldn't bear to see the little girl feel any discomfort, even if she was sleeping or still had a fever.

The moonlight was very faint, and dark clouds covered it without anyone noticing.

The room grew increasingly dark, making Tang Wuyou's face look pale and transparent, with only a hint of abnormal blush on her cheeks.

Tang San sat on the side of the bed, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

The beautiful eyebrow pendant had long been taken off and placed on the table next to it. It was no longer as bright and colorful as before, as if its vitality had been swallowed up as well.

But the cruel fact is that the life of the little girl he cherishes is really being lost bit by bit.

To save him...

Because of his incompetence, she is saving him again.

Tang San looked at the little girl's pale face, the emotions in his eyes seemed to be swallowed by sadness, struggling until he sank.

He gently held Tang Wuyou's hand, which still had minor scars, and placed it against his chest. He wanted to call her name and wanted her to open her eyes and look at him.

But there was a lump in my throat and I couldn't utter a word.

Tang San closed his eyes tightly, even his breathing was trembling slightly.

Such delicate and soft little hands clearly came into his world with endless warmth!

But why, her clear eyes, her lively smile, frame by frame, scene by scene, all pierced his chest like a sharp blade?

He could hardly breathe.