[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Because of what happened at noon, Meng Jiang was not interested at all, so she did not follow Ning Rongrong and others when they went out in the afternoon. Similarly, she didn't go to Tai Tan with Tang San in the evening, but stayed alone in the room, which made Tang San extremely distressed.

"A Jiang, are you serious about not going?" Tang San asked her, holding her hand.

"If you don't go, the auction won't be interesting. If I go, it's just a decoration." Meng Jiang sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Tang San standing in front of him, his eyes looking at her were even more gentle under the dim sunset. .

She raised her head and her neck felt a little tired, so she simply lowered her head and used her other hand to fiddle with the jade pendant inlaid with gold and beads and carved into the shape of a shell hanging around her waist, without looking at those eyes.

Tang San lowered his head and kissed her fingertips without forcing it, "Okay, A'Jian, just wait for me here. The auction shouldn't take long. You can relax for a while to recover."

Nodding, Meng Jiang agreed to his suggestion. He took out his hand and fell down on the bed behind him. He rolled around with the quilt and wrapped himself into a roll. Then he twisted his head and took a long breath, " call--"

Tang San couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and squatted down to take off her shoes from the quilt roll. Without correcting her strange sleeping posture, he picked her up and positioned her body on the pillow before going out.

I don't know how long it took, but by the time Tang San came back from attending the auction, it was already dark. He closed the door silently, and his footsteps could not be heard in the quiet darkness. With his good eyesight, he could clearly see that the sleeping Meng Jiang's face was a little red, probably because the quilt was too tight and a little warm.

Calculating the time, it was time to take action. Tang San woke up Meng Jiang cruelly, and touched her cheek with a slightly cold hand to help the girl wake up, "A Jiang, wake up, we should go, don't you still Do you want to vent your anger?"

"Taking it out...?" The dazed Meng Jiang realized later, "Oh yes, I want to vent my anger..." She struggled in the quilt, "Oh, Tang Xiaosan, please help me, I can't get out."

"Pfft." He laughed out loud. The girl who used to be so proud in front of him was now trapped in a cocoon and tangled in the quilt. The young man couldn't help but laugh, but he still took action to rescue her in the eyes of the other party who was aggrieved and dissatisfied.

After the farce, Meng Jiang also woke up, and the two of them walked silently towards the main hall of Wuhun in the east of Gengxin City while the night was getting darker.

The long night was long, and the thick night fog blocked the bright moonlight. The air was filled with cold moisture, making the buildings on the roadside look a bit eerie and full of ghosts.

Tang San suddenly stopped: "Ajiang, what a coincidence, they are here, do we still need to go there?"

"Go, let's wait until they fall asleep before we act." Meng Jiang squinted his eyes in the night. "We are going to assassinate, not to massacre. There is too much movement now. Besides, it will be bloody in the street. It will be bloody tomorrow morning." Don’t you want to scare people? Besides, I also want to visit my old place again, why are I in such a hurry.”

She wanted to repeat the scene of that day again, and by the way... give the respected Pope a great gift.

"It's all your fault. I'll persuade you to say so much, Ajiang." Tang San chuckled lightly, took her hand and turned into a dark alley next to her, then walked past, "Let's go, let's go Get in front of them."

They arrived at the main Wuhun Hall in advance, used Meng Jiang's invisibility to avoid the sparse guards, and sneaked in. The main hall is luxuriously built and has a large area, but there are not many people in this hall, so naturally there are many empty rooms.

Meng Jiang took Tang San to a remote corner where there was almost no one around and said, "Lend me one of your dragon's beard needles."

"Don't you have one?" Even though he said this, Tang San still took out a small golden metal ball from the Twenty-Four Bridge on a moonlit night.

"Oh, I use it as a toothpick. If I use it to open a lock, it will get dirty." She took the metal ball, poured soul power into it, and threw the slender needle into the keyhole of the door next to her. I didn't know how to fiddle with it, but it opened in a few clicks. "This is a necessary lock-picking skill for traveling in the world." The girl smiled proudly.

Pulling Tang San into the door, Meng Jiang raised his head and looked at the decorations in the room, "It's been so long and it hasn't changed."

This was a room with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and in the middle stood a large bed that looked very soft, but the bedding was covered in extremely thick dust. On the bedside table next to her was a beauty porcelain vase that was also covered with dust. There was a long-dried rose inserted in it.

Meng Jiang guessed that this room had been sealed away since she left and had become a forbidden place, even if the Wuhun Main Hall had a new owner. It is very likely that Sangji's room, which was destroyed by her, was also treated in the same way.

"Back then, I lived here. When the curtains over there were opened, you could see a rose garden." Meng Jiang pointed to the tightly fitted curtains. She still remembered how delicate and bright those roses were, as if they were full of human blood.

Tang San didn't speak, just hugged her tightly silently, "I remember you don't like roses."

"That's right." Meng Jiang nodded, "The smell of roses is too strong, which makes my nose uncomfortable. It should be said that I don't like all smelly flowers. If you decorate the environment, it would be great to plant some fruit trees, and it can also Eat."

"I've written it down." The young man lowered his head and kissed the girl's smooth forehead. "In the future, I will plant many fruit trees for A Jiang so that you can eat as much as you like."

"Hmph, it sounds like I only know how to eat." She hooked her finger on the young man's sleeve and asked, "I want that kind of red fruit. The red color is so beautiful."

Like fire, like blood.

"...Cherry? Begonia fruits are also red, and the flowers have no fragrance." Tang San tilted his head to think.

Meng Jiang nodded his lips and added: "If you have crabapples, of course you also need hawthorns to make candied haws."

"Also, we should also plant some blue ones, such as blueberries. Because red and blue have produced CP since ancient times."

"You said something I didn't understand again." Tang San smiled and nibbled the tip of her nose.

The time soon reached late at night, and with the strong mental power of the two of them, it was easy to tell that Miles and others had returned and were now sleeping soundly.

"Action?" Tang San asked her.

"Act." Meng Jiang affirmed, his dark eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness. "If you can wipe your neck directly, wipe it on your neck. Try not to make a fuss. Whoever finishes first will go find the other party."

"Okay." Tang San touched her face, "Be careful."

After the two of them left the room, Meng Jiang walked straight to Miles' room. With her mental strength, it is very simple to determine who is the most powerful in the entire Wuhun Palace.

She had already changed into the Mingjiao school uniform, put on her hood and was as silent as a ghost. To put it mildly, Meng Jiang always felt that when she put on Mingjiao clothes and killed people, she felt like she was acting on behalf of the gang. There was an inexplicable responsibility and obligation placed on her shoulders, asking her to pick up the machete to eliminate evil and slay evil.

The body turned into countless fine sand, which was sent into the room through the crack of the door by the night wind, and then appeared next to Miles's window. Until this moment, Miles was still immersed in sleep, unaware that the murderous intention had arrived.

——Meng Jiang's concealment has reached a shocking level. Miles is not as powerful as her, so naturally she cannot be discovered.

Black chaotic evil thoughts quickly filled the entire room along the hem of Meng Jiang's clothes, swallowing up the sparse moonlight. The evil thoughts turned into a rope, tightening around Miles's neck the moment the bed was corroded and his body fell, and then tightened even more.

Miles woke up from his sleep and wanted to scream, but he could only make a little "ho ho" sound from his throat.

He subconsciously released his martial soul, and the light of the soul ring lit up, illuminating Meng Jiang's delicate and beautiful cold face under his hood.

"It's you..." Miles mouthed silently, "Elder..."

"No, none of us in this group is an elder of the Wuhun Palace." Meng Jiang chuckled and continued to tighten his control over his evil thoughts, "I am Meng Jiang, the person wanted by your Pope for killing the Pope's disciples. The people of Mulberry Thorn.”

She allowed Miles to release his martial spirit, just because his evil thoughts had already caught him, and the prey had no chance to escape, and she was not afraid of Miles' possible attack, because——

The moment before he wanted to use his soul skill, Meng Jiang had already pierced the silver hairpin into his heart.

The slightly dull silver hairpin broke through the layers of flesh and blood under the influence of soul power, and penetrated the beating heart.

"I wonder if the heart of a person like you is black or red?" She murmured to the still-warm corpse, suddenly grabbed the silver hairpin and tore open the deep stab wound with force, and took out the heart, "Ah, it turned out to be It’s red.”

Shaking off the bloody meat ball on his hand, Meng Jiang turned to look at Miles's decayed and old face, remembering the lustful and lustful look in his eyes when he looked at her earlier. The aura on her body was even colder. She stretched out her hand and gouged out his eyes like she did with Sangji.

"These eyes are so ugly." She commented indifferently, then threw away her eyeballs, not caring about the blood on her hands.

Thinking that he needed to give Bibi Dong a big gift, Meng Jiang no longer cared about the corpse on the ground, put away all the evil thoughts in the room, exposed the mottled wall, and then placed a glass bottle on the ground in the middle of the room.

In that bottle, there were clearly Sangji's crimson eyes.

With this, the Holy See knew who the perpetrator was tonight, and would naturally not embarrass the Blacksmith Association of Gengxin City. Meng Jiang also issued a letter of challenge to Bibi Dong, telling her with a very similar scene to that day -

I am back.

At this time, Meng Jiang was in a strangely excited mood, as if he had satisfied a bad hobby, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became wider and wider.

She hummed a piece of music from the Western Regions, jumped to find Tang San, returned to the room where they originally hid, and then jumped directly into his arms.

"Is it over?" the young man asked.

"It's over!" The girl raised her head in his arms with a bright smile on her face. Her hands covered with other people's blood touched the other person's neat clothes, leaving scarlet fingerprints.

She smelled the strong smell of blood on Tang San's body, and her usually gentle dark blue eyes were now filled with uncontrollable violence.

Meng Jiang was extremely happy. Bai Ji hooked his arms around Tang San's neck, grabbed the blue hair from behind with his fingers, and said, "Kiss me."

Tang San followed her words and covered her lips. The stinging pain from his scalp only made him more excited, so he held up Meng Jiang with one hand, like a child holding a child to make it easier to kiss. Then he walked to the window and pulled Open the curtains and push the window open, and sit the person on the window sill.

The kiss between the two was like wild beasts biting each other fiercely, making the exchange of lips and tongues more bloody.

The bright red roses behind him suddenly burned, and the blazing holy fire illuminated the entire room as bright as day.