[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

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After being impulsive, Tang San regretted it, how could he do such a thing. After cleaning up the mess, he tucked the sleeping Meng Jiang into bed, and covered his eyes with his hands. Tang San blocked the gloom in his eyes, but the regret in his heart flooded his whole heart like a tide.

The blue silver field spread silently, and the majestic vitality nourished the girl's weak body, taking the place of the young man's fingers to smooth her frowning eyebrows.

Tang San pushed aside Meng Jiang's wet black hair that stuck to her face, and placed a pious kiss on her smooth forehead, without any color of desire, "I'm sorry." He apologized softly, and the emotion in it was so strong that it could brew a cup of bitterness. The wine is coming.

Meng Jiang was sleeping deeply, with two abnormal blushes on her usually pale face. She was breathing lightly, like the breeze blown by the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and there was still a hint of peach color in the corners of her eyes.

The young man stayed with the sleeping girl and sat motionless all night.

Early the next morning, Tang San quietly got up and left, leaving only today's breakfast on Meng Jiang's bedside, and he still needed to participate in the exhibition match.

By the time Meng Jiang woke up, time had passed. She sat up and found that her body was not as sad as she imagined, and when she saw the breakfast Tang San had left for her, a complex look flashed in her eyes, which eventually turned into indifference.

After getting dressed quietly and washing up, Meng Jiang ate the cold breakfast and took out a few small, crystal-clear and transparent ornaments from the pear velvet silk bag. This set of ornaments was made by melting down the leftover sugar jars that Tang San had bought for her to eat. She broke quite a few of the many jars she made, and in the end she only got a few that she was satisfied with. As for the origami stars with written words on them, she stuffed them all into the only remaining heart-shaped jar, stuffing them full.

There are seven ornaments in a set, including the mechanical piggy with poison arrows on its body, the wooden martial boy, the sea eagle Lingge, the otter Pi Fei holding a small umbrella, the Persian cat Qiuqiu, the panda Abao and the panda holding a leaf. The chinchillas and little Miao Miao are all lively and naive.

Men can hold a crowning ceremony when they are twenty, which is called "tiing crown". This was a gift that Meng Jiang wanted to give to Tang San, so she lined up the small ornaments on the bedside cabinet, placed a brocade box next to it, and then returned to her room.

Originally, Meng Jiang wanted to give Tang San a surprise, but now she no longer wanted to know Tang San's reaction. But these ornaments were made for Tang San after all, and there was no use keeping them, so she still chose to give them away.

Tang San, who was worried after attending the exhibition match, saw the little rabbit jumping over to him and asked, "Hey, third brother, why didn't Jiang Jiang come to see us?"

"She..." Tang San's heart tightened.

"Huh?" Xiao Wu tilted her head in confusion.

"...I'll go see her." With that said, Tang San turned around and pushed aside the crowd and left.

"Huh? What's going on with the mistress?" Dai Mubai came over and asked, "He was not in high spirits when I saw him just now."

"Who knows." Little Rabbit shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. "Anyway, it's just weird. If I ask him, he won't answer."

But Tang San hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door, only to see that there was no one on the bed. He closed the door behind his back and entered the room, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands on the cold sheets, and then clenched them into fists.

He looked towards the bedside and found that Meng Jiang had finished his breakfast, but there were seven exquisite and small transparent ornaments placed on it.

Tang San's heart trembled, he picked up the ornaments and took a closer look, and recognized that one of them was a machine pig, and the other was Meng Jiang's Sea Eagle Lingge. The others didn't look familiar to Tang San, but he could clearly recognize what they were.

You don't need to guess to know that Meng Jiang gave it to him.

But Meng Jiang did not stay.

He carefully put the seven small ornaments into the brocade box and put them away. Then he concentrated his soul power in his palms and slapped his chest hard, forcing a large mouthful of blood to spurt onto the ground. The color on his face suddenly disappeared.

He deserves this slap.

Time passes gradually. It passed very quickly before, but now every second is torture.

The night is getting darker.

Tang San sat blankly holding the brocade box. He wanted to go to Meng Jiang, but he didn't feel that he didn't deserve to see her again. But when he thought of losing Meng Jiang, his heart ached even more, as if he wanted to live. Cut his heart out of his chest.

While he was stunned, someone knocked on his window from outside. Tang San slowly looked up and saw that it was Muchito.

"Tang San, right?" The young man from the Western Region waved to him through the window, "I want to talk to you about Cheshimu."

Tang San knew that "Cheshimu" referred to Meng Jiang, which should be the other party's Mingjiao name, and "Langhua" was Muchito's exclusive nickname for Meng Jiang.

"...Okay." He put the brocade box into the Moonlit Night of Twenty-Four Bridge, then stood up and opened the window, followed him over the window sill to the center of the forest deep in the college.

Standing under a tree, with the night wind blowing and the rustling of leaves overhead, Muchito frowned facing Tang San who was obviously not in the right state, "What's wrong with you?"

"...It's nothing." Tang San shook his head, even ashamed to see Meng Jiang's "senior brother".

"I don't believe this." Muchito curled his lips, his expression exactly the same as Meng Jiang's, "Even a blind man like me can 'see' it. Your teammates and teachers must have discovered it long ago."

At this point, he suddenly paused, and then continued, "Forget it, you have nothing to do with me. The only connection between us is the waves."

Muchito's speech speed is slightly faster than that of ordinary people, and his voice and intonation are also very different from ordinary people. He has a unique accent, so it sounds a little laborious, but it is not unpleasant.

Tang San looked at the indistinguishable young man from the Western Regions in front of him, finally regained his composure, and asked seriously, "What do you want to tell me about A Jiang?" In other words, Tang San was only serious because it concerned Meng Jiang. Get up, otherwise he would still be immersed in regret at this time.

And no matter how powerful Muchito was, it was impossible for him to know what Tang San was thinking at this moment. When the other party asked him, he suddenly became a little nervous. He couldn't help but take off a scimitar from his back and began to rub the handle.

He lowered his head and turned the knife. It seemed that he was focusing on the scimitar, but in fact he was thinking about how to word it. "I can see that Langhua likes you very much."

As he said this, Muchito pursed his lips seemingly unwillingly, with an imperceptible hint of envy mixed in, "She is always happy when you are around, but I always make her angry and make her cry."

This sentence made Tang San not know how to answer for a moment, because just last night, he did something unforgivable to Meng Jiang because of his own impulse. So Muchito's words at this time were like naked sarcasm and questioning of him, and every word tortured his dripping heart.

"Now, I'm afraid A'jan hates me very much." Tang San said mockingly.

"What's wrong with you?" Muchito raised his head after hearing this, "Are you having trouble?"

He sighed and said in an experienced tone, "I know that Langhua's temper is actually not very good, but as her senior brother, I still hope that you can be as tolerant as possible. This is... my request to you. .”

"No, actually it's my fault. A'Jian is fine." Tang San shook his head, "I'm sorry for her."

"...I'm sorry for her?" Muchito didn't know what he suddenly thought of, and his voice suddenly rose, "You cheated?!"

"...No." Tang San choked, not knowing how the other party came to this conclusion.

"It's good if it doesn't." Muchito breathed a sigh of relief, "You know, if this was placed in the Miao border, the people from the Five Poison Sect would have made the former love into a big Chengwu, but don't blame me for not warning you. "

Tang San:……

He discovered that Muchito was exactly the same as Meng Jiang.

Putting the scimitar on his back again, Muchito said seriously, "The request I mentioned is sincere."

"I can't always be by her side, and she...she hates me, so I hope someone can accompany her." The young man showed a wry smile, "Lang Hua has not been having a good time in the past few years. I see her coming step by step, Sometimes I think, it’s better to take her back to Mingjiao directly. Unfortunately, it’s impossible for her to go back with me.”

"Why did she kill that disciple of the Pope? You all probably don't know the specific reason. That person took Meng Jiang back to Wuhun Hall and imprisoned her on the pretext that she trusted him as a friend. After that... "

He took a deep breath, as if to be mentally prepared before continuing, "And after that, Pope Bibi Dong deactivated Lang Hua's martial spirit."

"You said...what?" Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked to the spot.

"You have actually heard clearly." Muchito confirmed.

"The deposed martial spirit... Ajiang was treated like this..." Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his hands clenched into fists, murderous aura erupted almost instantly, and the surrounding trees and grass were covered with a layer of frost. He felt chilled to the bone, from his limbs to his heart.

——He could never have guessed that Meng Jiang would have his martial spirit disabled by Bibi Dong.

What the hell did he do?

Muchito frowned, and the majestic mental power enveloped Tang San's murderous intent, limiting it to a small range, and used the holy fire to clear his mind.

"Tang San, come to your senses," he said, "Lang Hua is very smart and tolerant. She will take revenge on her own, so she created an opportunity for herself to kill the Pope's disciple."

"If Ajiang didn't tell me, then why are you telling me this?" Tang San asked Muchito with red eyes.

"I'm actually telling you this to take advantage of her." Muchito admitted generously, "My purpose is to make you feel bad, which will make you treat her better."

"But it's very painful to bear it alone." Tang San said with difficulty.

"Didn't you realize? In her heart, people are not equal. She sees you, and you are naturally like a pearl. If she can't see you, you are just a speck of dust." Muchito replied, "It can be seen from this that she is too proud, and this is her stain and shame, so she will never say it."

He seemed to have guessed what kind of quarrel Tang San and Meng Jiang were having: "I said it today because I don't want to see her feel wronged. As for the future, if you are determined, you have to go see it yourself."

"But I am on the side of the waves after all. You may think that my request is a bit unfair to you. Therefore, what you do is your own business. I will not influence your choice. It's boring, isn't it? I can't force you to be nice to someone."

When he said this, he suddenly found that he was showing a little resentment and couldn't help but stop talking. After a long moment of silence, Muchito raised his hand and held the brim of his hood, speaking to someone unknown.

"Cheshimu, is the evening breeze comfortable?"