Douluo: I Have a Big Golden Bell

On the way, Qian Dong looked at Tang San who was a little depressed and patted his head.

"Brother Dong, what are you doing!"

Tang San held the sore spot and stared at Qian Dong resentfully.

"It's okay. Let's see if you dare to become a disciple next time."

"I don't dare anymore..." Tang San was also a little depressed. He traveled through time just because he stole things, but he didn't expect that after becoming a master, he would also steal things.

What is this called?Similar vibes?Or is it fate?

"Brother Dong, what do you think I should do? I didn't expect...he was such a person.

At once..."

"You just feel uncomfortable?" Qian Dong stopped, looked at Tang San behind him who was about to catch up with him, and smiled.

"Correct!"

"I just feel that he is using me by being nice to me, rather than truly being nice to me!"

Tang San touched the moonlight around his waist with his hand, feeling a little sad when he felt the texture of the gemstone.

If it hadn't been for Zhong Danxue, he might have felt that the master was really good to him. After all, he had never experienced what family love was.

But with Zhong Danxue as a comparison, Tang San could see this false friendship clearly. It couldn't be more obvious.

But even though he could see clearly, he was a little reluctant and hesitant.

Qian Dong also understood Tang San's feelings. Wasn't he also deceived at first, but later he became defensive.

"This is normal, mistress. If you think about it, if someone doesn't order anything for you... why should they be nice to you?

Since he approaches you with a purpose, what kind of extravagant friendship do you want?You lose from the start. "

"But, but!" Tang San's eyes became more and more confused, just like Flanders' eyes last night, there was no decision, only hesitation.

well!Qian Dong shook his head and didn't say anything else. After all, Tang Santa was in love with her and couldn't bear to part with even this false master-disciple relationship.

"Let's go, Brother Dong will take you to start a new life!" Qian Dong waved his hand, greeted Tang San and walked straight towards Yuexuan.

"Huh?" Tang San didn't care about the entanglement anymore and quickly followed Qian Dong's pace and walked forward.

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Yuexuan is still as lively as ever.

It is said that if I am virtuous, I will have great scholars in my conversation and laughter, and no idlers in my dealings.

If it were applied to Yuexuan, it would be disrespectful and inappropriate, and not pleasing to the eye.

Among the students coming and going, all of them had a decent smile on their face, walked gracefully, had an excellent figure, and spoke softly, making people feel like they were bathing in spring breeze.

Qiandong still didn't feel much. After all, doing things in Douluo was of no use. It was a face-saving project.But Tang San, who came from ancient times, was immediately stunned.

All he could think about was that he didn't deserve to be here.

"What are you thinking about!" Qian Dong slapped Tang San on the head again, waking him up.

"I tell you, this place will be your home from now on!"

After saying these words and ignoring the confused Tang San, Qian Dong raised his feet and walked towards Yuexuan.

"Hey! Brother Dong, please make it clear!

Brother Dong! "

Tang San felt that Qian Dong in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, with mystery written all over his body, but he didn't think much and hurriedly followed.

Two people, one swaggering and the other a little reserved, walked in, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Because neither of them had received aristocratic education, they were wearing light-colored clothes, looking like martial arts soul masters.It was as if two huskies had blended into a group of British terriers, extremely conspicuous.

"I said, let's find your boss. Is he here?"

Without saying anything, Qian Dong came up to the front desk and asked carelessly.

"Hello guests, do you have an appointment? If so, please state your name.

If you don't have a reservation, sorry, the boss may be waiting for other customers. "

The front desk was very polite. After all, I was very familiar with this kind of thing. I had done it dozens of times that year.

"Brother Dong, why don't we leave?" The mistress behind him felt a little embarrassed to be stared at by everyone, so he tugged at the corner of Qian Dong's clothes.

"Let's go? Why go? You have to remember that this is your home!"

After Qian Dong finished speaking, he ignored the other people's looks and wrote two words on the paper: Ritian, and then handed it to the maid.

"Give these two words to Miss Tang and say that the son of an old friend is here to visit. Please welcome him."

"This..." The maid held these two ugly characters and fell into confusion.

"Go quickly, what are you doing waiting here?"

Qian Dong shouted impatiently again, and the frightened maid hurriedly ran upstairs.

This man is so good-looking, but why is he so ignorant of the rules? The master of the pavilion must teach him etiquette. Your young master must not be a knight.

The maid was thinking as she ran towards the innermost room of Yuexuan.

"What are you doing in a panic, Xiaomei?" came a gentle voice. Tang Yuehua was about to go out when he bumped into the panicked maid Xiaomei.

"Pavilion Master, can you please stop calling me Xiaomei..." The maid lowered her head shyly, because the Pavilion Master is so good-looking.

Not to mention her first-class appearance, but her overall temperament is unmatched by ordinary people. Standing here, she seems to be the center of the world. I unconsciously want to get close to her and be nice to her...

"what!!!"

But this nobility disappeared immediately after seeing the two big characters Qian Dong.

"Is what you just said true?" Tang Yuehua clenched the paper in his hand, breathing rapidly, and looked at the maid with wide eyes.

"Yes, there were two children just now, claiming to be the sons of your old friends, so..."

Before Xiaomei could say anything, she saw Tang Yuehua running downstairs with her skirt in hand.

Even though he was in such a hurry, he didn't look embarrassed at all. Instead, he had a kind of panic.

downstairs.

Qian Dong, with his bald head, stood carelessly waiting for someone in front of everyone's eyes, without caring about other people's opinions.

"No, mistress, you have to practice!"

Qian Dong looked at the blushing Tang San proudly and said.Things like being thick-skinned still depend on him.

"Brother Dong, don't you feel a little... inferior to others?"

Tang San thought about it before he came up with this word.

"Send someone to wait?" Qian Dong glanced at Tang San curiously, as if he was looking at some rare animal, and saw that Tang San's scalp was numb.

"Why do we have to wait? Just because our clothes are not as expensive as theirs, our voices are louder than theirs, and our behavior is not as good as theirs?"

"Xiao San, when this matter is finished, I will definitely popularize the truth that everyone is equal. The premise is that you have to correct your mentality to realize this truth..."

Just when Qian Dong was about to give a long speech, Tang San across from him suddenly widened his eyes and looked back. In his eyes, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

No, it wasn't just Tang San, everyone who saw it seemed like time was being slowed down.

At the top of the stairs, a plump woman with long hair reaching her waist appeared. Her face was round and delicate, but her eyes showed panic and worry, and she ran over in small steps.

"I'm sorry everyone, I have relatives coming...I'm sorry everyone..."

While apologizing, Tang Yuehua ran towards the handsome little boy not far away.

So similar, so similar, exactly the same!

After walking a few steps in front of Tang San, Tang Yuehua reached out to caress Tang San, who was stunned, and murmured unconsciously.

"That bastard father of yours is so cruel!"

I don't know if Tang Yuehua is crying for Tang San or for herself!