[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Meng Jiang used the language of his previous life, and only Tang San could understand it in this world. From this alone, Tang San could tell that the person in front of him was Meng Jiang, not the deep-sea demon whale he thought. And the words "young hero" are definitely not words that a soul beast would say.

Could it be...that this really wasn't the Deep Sea Demonic Whale?

Meng Jiang's slap didn't contain any internal force, so it didn't hurt much. Tang San raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, feeling hopeful and guessing in his heart.

Perhaps, Meng Jiang's memory was just confused and he couldn't remember him and his companions for a moment, and those behaviors that made him think that Meng Jiang was a deep-sea demon whale... Tang San thought of the Meng Jiang he felt when they were attacked by spirit beasts a few days ago. Jiang's sudden burst of mental power.

Maybe there was an accident that caused Ajaan to possess the memory of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale.

So Tang San tested it: "Don't be nervous, I am Tang San, from the Tang Sect, and am... your fiancé. Look, the ring on your hand is the same as mine."

It wasn't that he meant to say that they were engaged, after all, the girl in front of him seemed to have memories of her previous life, but Tang San really didn't want to leave a bad image of a slut in the other person's mind.

Meng Jiang quickly glanced at the same golden ring on his and the young man's hand, gathered up the loose skirt of his clothes without saying a word, shrank his body into the corner, and distanced himself from Tang San.

Just looking at the ring, my heart felt like it was tied by a red thread and gently pulled. The feeling of spiritual connection at that moment made Meng Jiang, who didn't know anything at this time, feel very bad.

She had noticed something was wrong around her, the time was wrong, the place was wrong, and her body was wrong.

Meng Jiang still remembered that she had just finished her haircut ceremony, and Muchito promised to come to pick her up, but did not come. She waited until next spring, then couldn't hold it any longer, said goodbye to her master and brothers, and followed a ship out to sea to the Central Plains to find Muchito.

She remembered that it was spring, but the trees she saw outside the broken wall had yellow leaves and dead branches. It was obvious that the season here was autumn.

She still remembered that she was clearly on a boat, but this place seemed to be a small island. The languages ​​spoken by the people walking far outside were incomprehensible to her, and their clothing styles were also different from those of the Tang Dynasty.

She also remembered that her chest did not have the golden-red flame pattern, her breasts were not so perky, and her hair was not so long. Her hair only reaches her waist, but the length now is probably down to her knees. With such long hair, she will probably have to keep it for a long time.

Meng Jiang shared a special memory with Muchito, and from the descriptions in some novels in that memory, this situation may be called "time travel".

So Tang San, who spoke the same language as her, was regarded by Meng Jiang as a pitiful person who shared the same fate as her. And most importantly, Meng Jiang didn't feel any malice from Tang San, but the deep affection in his eyes made her feel uncomfortable.

But at least I can be sure that this person can be trusted.

Meng Jiang, who was fifteen years old in her previous life, did not have the paranoid hatred for Muchito, nor did she have the maturity and determination that she later experienced in the world. Although her status was a bit more special, she was still just an innocent little girl.

The girl blinked and looked at the blue-haired and blue-eyed young man in front of her, then her face turned red.

Oops, although this color of hair is a bit weird, maybe it is popular among Central Plains people to dye their hair this color? And this face is so beautiful. It seems that it is not impossible to let him be her fiancé?

Yan Gou Meng Jiang decisively abandoned his moral integrity.

"Penglai Sect Master Fang Gan's sect, Meng Jiang. Hello, your name is Tang San, right? You said you are my fiancé, then when did you propose marriage to my master and the others?" The girl tugged on a corner of her clothes, somewhat curious.

"Uh, this..." Tang San got stuck. He racked his brains to answer, "Well... they say that Senior Fang Gan's disciple Meng Jiang, that is, you, is talented, filial to teachers, friendly to brothers, and gentle in nature. I have admired the girl's reputation for a long time, and now..."

"Okay, okay." Fortunately, before Tang San could continue to make up the painful story, Meng Jiang had already covered her face in shyness, "I know you like me very much~"

Tang San: ...A Jiang's narcissism has indeed been present since childhood.

Then he heard Meng Jiang continue: "Although you look a bit old and our age difference is a bit big, because you are so good-looking, I will agree to this marriage."

Tang San: And the fact that you like beauties... huh? etc! Ajaan said I'm... old? !

This is unbearable!

He took out a mirror from the Twenty-Four Bridge on a moonlit night and placed it in front of Meng Jiang. The veins on Tang San's forehead jumped, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The girl is twenty-one this year."

Oh, we are about the same age.

"What?!" Meng Jiang looked at his own pupils in the mirror, "I woke up six years older!"

She wilted down like a defeated soldier, and then she said shamelessly, "I don't care, I am fifteen years old! Fifteen years old forever!"

"Okay, okay, fifteen is fifteen." He stretched out his hand to cover up the open skirt of Meng Jiang's clothes to cover up the spring scenery. Tang San nodded along with her words like coaxing a child, and asked, "Look at yours Are there any replacement clothes in the pear velvet silk bag?"

Meng Jiang nodded and opened her small bag, "Huh? Where are my things? These are not the things I brought when I came out..." At this point, she remembered that she seemed to have lost her memory from the age of fifteen to twenty-one. Of course, the pear velvet fallen silk bag couldn't contain the same items as before, so he turned around and looked for the clothes, "...No, not a single piece of clothing."

"Really?" Tang San frowned, where did Ajiang get those clothes from before? Is there any soul guidance device that he doesn't know about? Meng Jiang must not know at this time.

(Actually, Meng Jiang’s clothes are all placed in the wardrobe of the Ghost Network Three System)

"Then I'll borrow one from Rongrong." Tang San rubbed Meng Jiang's soft hair. Ning Rongrong and Meng Jiang were the same height, so they had to borrow them from her. At this time, everyone else had gone to have breakfast with the people on the island, so they were not in the room.

"A Jiang, please stay here obediently. I'll borrow some clothes for you and bring you breakfast. You don't know the language here, so don't run around." He stood up and suddenly thought of Meng Jiang's attraction to women. Li Zhizhen, who seemed to like women, Tang San warned him uneasily, "If a woman with purple short hair comes to you during this period, you should ignore her, let alone let her touch you."

"why?"

"Because..." Hesitating to tell the real reason to Meng Jiang, who had a mental age of only fifteen, and finally succumbing to the threat of the forgiveness hat, Tang San explained, "Because she has evil intentions against you."

"So that's it." Meng Jiang nodded obediently with a look of understanding on his face, "Okay, I won't pay attention to her!"

Purple Pearl: Tang San, you △%￥& (expletive)!

When Tang San went to borrow clothes, he briefly told his friends about Meng Jiang's current state. Due to language communication and other reasons, he did not let them see Meng Jiang, but returned to the wooden house alone.

Before he entered, he heard Meng Jiang's cheerful voice, "Ling Ge, Ling Ge, you have grown so big. I can guarantee that you must be the most beautiful eagle in Penglai now!"

Putting breakfast on the bedside cabinet, Tang San handed a set of clothes to Meng Jiang, "Num, these are the clothes Rongrong gave you. You put them on first."

He sighed in his heart that she was indeed the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect. Fortunately, Ning Rongrong brought a lot of clothes that could be used in emergencies. Turning around and preparing to walk out, he gave Lingge a stern look.

Tang San: Come out with me. You, an adult male sea eagle, still want to see A Jiang change her clothes? [Even the sea eagle is jealous·Look at my eyes and you will realize it for yourself.jpg]

Lingge's feathers were about to explode.

The day passed like this, and Tang San was mentally prepared on the second day, but he was still a little nervous when Meng Jiang opened his eyes.

What will Ajaan be like this time?

Then, he saw Meng Jiang waking up and crying softly as if he was greatly frightened. His expression was timid and shivering, and the golden beans were smashed down one after another.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Even more powerful, "What should I do... ugh, what should I do if grandma can't recognize Jiang Jiang..."

Now Tang San judged that this was Meng Jiang who was five years old and had not remembered the memories of his previous life. The village elder Jack told him about how the other person looked at that time, a bit cowardly and inferior, which was almost the opposite of what he looks like now.

"No, you will recognize her." Tang San used his two lifetimes of tenderness to coax her, his clear voice as soft as a ball of cotton wool or a cloud, "Auntie likes Ajiang the most."

"Brother, is it true?" The girl raised her head, her eyes dim with tears.

Tang San was speechless for a moment at the title of "big brother", and then he help her wipe away the tears on her face with distress, "Really."

Fortunately, Meng Jiang's memory during this period was short and shallow, so after she fell asleep from crying, the five-year-old girl went offline, and then came online——

"Who are you? In other words, when are you Meng Jiang?"

Tang San looked at Meng Jiang's appearance in front of him, with a calm expression, and his dark eyes were calm, like two black hole whirlpools, swallowing up all the emotions, leaving only a desolate scene.

The doll-like girl tilted her head, even her voice was stiff and straight when she spoke, "...Meng Jiang?"

At this time, Meng Jiang didn't seem to care about anything, or in other words, this was the most authentic and hidden side of her heart.

This is a chaotic consciousness that exists as "evil", as the dark side of "him", the predecessor of her and Muchito, or in other words, "his" inner demon.

This is Meng Jiang's biggest secret, a secret she will never tell, and a secret she hates the most. Therefore, even if Tang San asked now, Meng Jiang would not answer subconsciously.

So she just repeated the name and stopped talking. Instead, she looked down at her hand, controlling how to curl and open her fingers, as if she was very interested.

——She actually had a body and was given a name.

The corners of his mouth were strangely pulled into a stiff smile, as if he had difficulty controlling his facial muscles but was forced to make non-standard movements, so this smile actually looked a bit scary, twisted, and neurotic.

It seemed that nothing around her could attract her attention. Meng Jiang just sat here all day long, neither eating nor drinking, nor talking anymore. She truly became a living doll - if she hadn't been so new to her own... Because of this, the body occasionally moves slowly, and uninformed people might think it is a lifelike statue of a beautiful woman.

She blocked all external perceptions, and this state continued for a day, until early in the morning on the third day, Tang San, who was guarding Meng Jiang, finally heard that familiar name from her mouth.

"……Tang San?"

For a moment, he was almost in tears.

Finally, the belated joy of reunion overwhelmed him.