[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

★You can watch it as an if line, it has become a god in time, Tang San is the main god Shura, and various personal settings

★Adapted and derived from another extra story about the darkening of Fu, Li, and Fu (everyone who understands understands) (doge)

★There is the cp of Syrup Zaizai X Huo Yuhao

Tang San knew very well when things started to get out of control.

In an empty small world, above the vast blue sea, stands a huge and gorgeous crystal palace.

——That is Poseidon Temple.

Under the sea, like the other half of the mirror, hangs another castle made of obsidian. It is clearly the same structure, but it has an added air of death, making it appear cold and ruthless, with evil lurking in the dark corners. .

And in this obsidian temple of Shura, there are two figures hiding behind layers of curtains, like a carnival before the end of the world, but also like lingering until death.

God Shura's scarlet eyes were filled with a sea of ​​blood. He bit the lips of the person beneath him with such force that he tasted the strong smell of blood.

The Rakshasa God who was supposed to be imprisoned in the divine prison chuckled lightly, and the slightly longer nails of his ten fingers were clasped on his strong arms, and the fingertips were deeply dug into the flesh with chaotic divine power.

"Tang San, why don't you execute me?" Meng Jiang's unclear question contained a hint of ridicule, "Will the God King in charge of judgment also be soft-hearted?"

Perhaps from a long time ago, when they were not gods, when they were still the brightest.

If they hadn't separated that day after the Soul Master Competition, would things have developed differently.

Or maybe earlier, Meng Jiang was not chosen by the previous Rakshasa God. Can they be free and at ease now, instead of being in this dim palace, embracing sin and stealing temporary happiness?

The godhead of Rakshasa God is the desire for killing and bloodthirsty, and the sin of chaos and filth. Her mind was eroded, her body was controlled, and countless gods and people died directly or indirectly at her hands. In the end, the God Realm Council decided to execute the Rakshasa God who endangers the world, and as the Shura God, Tang San will personally end her s life.

But she is still alive now, sometimes sane and sometimes crazy.

As a lover, Tang San wanted to keep Meng Jiang. As the God-King of Judges, he must make a fair decision. As a partner, he could not forgive Meng Jiang for pointing the butcher knife at his best friend.

Of the eight young men who were alive at the time, now only two of them were left, stained with blood.

The sudden pain in his left shoulder awakened Tang San's wandering thoughts, and his body that had experienced too many battles subconsciously dodged, so the sharp claws that should have penetrated the heart pierced the flesh of the shoulder.

- She started going crazy again.

As if he couldn't feel the pain in his shoulders at all, just like when they first met, Tang San did not hesitate to remove Meng Jiang's wrist joints. Countless swallowing golden threads emerged, transformed into entities with the blessing of divine power, and hung up her hands. And tied tightly to death.

His heart felt like needles tingling.

The murderous puppet in front of him was his former lover, but the blood of his companions, friends, and countless innocent people lay between them. The Rakshasa God cannot stay, and Tang San must kill his lover with his own hands.

So Tang San bit Meng Jiang's throat like a wild beast.

He suddenly felt that it would be good to let Meng Jiang die in such a ridiculous way. There were already too many conflicts and even hatred between them. He could not decide her life or death, but he could influence the way she died.

To die like this is absurd and ridiculous, just like their absurd and ridiculous life. Shen Zhuan's life is almost endless, but the rest of his life is destined to be accompanied by darkness, numbness and despair, and he will never be able to escape.

With his divine power finally drained away, Meng Jiang gradually regained some sanity between the pull of desire and killing. A hoarse sob escaped his lips and teeth, so thin that it was almost inaudible. She opened her mouth and slowly called out his name, with a hint of undetectable sadness.

"Tang San……"

He suddenly relaxed.

With a thought, she untied Meng Jiang's hands, allowing her to reach out and wrap her arms around her shoulders.

Meng Jiang didn't know he was crying.

After this time, Meng Jiang became pregnant.

It was very difficult for the gods to give birth to children, and the birth of new life alarmed the gods. This child was born with great power, but his mother was full of sins and unforgivable crimes.

The matter of hiding the Rakshasa God could no longer be concealed, and Tang San was forced to hand over Meng Jiang. Since the God-King of Judgement is unqualified on the issue of Rakshasa God, the task of execution should be left to others.

But all questions were dismissed by him.

Those indifferent blood-colored eyes stared at the gods. Tang San clenched the Shura Sword in his hand and said calmly, "Even if no one takes action, she won't live long."

Because the moment the child was conceived, he began to continuously draw the purest divine power and life force from Meng Jiang's body to support himself.

Tang San thought about not getting rid of the child, so that he might be able to steal a few more days with Meng Jiang, even if the other person was barely conscious and all he thought about and did was to kill him and everyone.

But Meng Jiang, who was unable to retain his strength due to the child and was able to maintain his consciousness, rejected him.

The weak Rakshasa God said this: "This child is the only one I can keep. I want you to think of me when you see him, and think about me forever and ever." Even if you will fall into eternity because of this. Pain, suffering in despair and loneliness for thousands of years.

If that were the case, she would be very happy.

The Rakshasa God and the Shura God were natural enemies. She couldn't wish him well, so she used this method to forcefully carve her own mark on his soul.

Selfish and cruel, self-scrupulous, this is the Rakshasa God, this is Meng Jiang.

When Tang San walked out of the Shura Temple with the child in his arms, everyone knew that the Rakshasa God no longer existed in the world, and even his godhood disappeared with the death of Meng Jiang.

From that day on, Tang San began to appear as the Poseidon for a long time, just because his Ajiang finally softened his heart before leaving, hoping that this child could bathe in the light.

This was also the only time after many years that Tang San followed his heart and called out the affectionate name that only he could call: "A Jiang".

All the gods knew that this son's father was Tang San, the only god-king with dual god status, but he kept his mother secret.

Ten thousand years later, the son of the God King Tang San attained enlightenment and became the Holy Fire God.

The child's surname was Tang, his given name was Yuyu, and his given name was Xingchen.

Tang San vaguely remembered that one year in the Yuan Dynasty, he and Meng Jiang celebrated this festival that was full of memories from the past. They were drinking, and he listened to her whispering Li Shangyin's poem in his ear: The moon was bright last night, and it was rumored that it was nearly too clear.

This is where the child's name comes from.

And that word was also coined by Meng Jiangqi.

Meng Jiang had a better literary talent than him, but the meaning of "awakening from the dust" had no profound meaning. It just made him understand that this moment was not just a dream, but that the vast world of mortals was still awake.

Rakshasa and Shura are the gods of killing, but their children control the flame that represents light.

"Yuhao, come quickly!" Tang Jinyu pulled Huo Yuhao and ran into an elegant water-colored palace. The palace has carved beams and painted pillars, cornices and folded corners, and the style is very different from the palaces of the gods.

"This is...?" The blue-haired young god looked at this strange palace, doubts flashing in his bright eyes.

"Taiyi Shrine was given to me by my father." Tang Yunyu led him into the back garden.

The huge garden is not as beautiful and prosperous as the gardens of other gods, and it does not have the fragrance of flowers. The vegetation here, except for the delicate blue silver grass underfoot, is only fruit trees, with bright red fruits heavily dotted on the trees, exquisite and cute.

Tang Jinyu picked a fruit casually and threw it to Huo Yuhao: "Have a try. I am not boasting, but the fruits in my garden are the sweetest in the entire God Realm. After eating this, you can take some more back, and my father and I will eat them." Not finished.”

"I can't even finish eating one more..." Huo Yuhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How about you give some more to others?"

The originally high-spirited expression of the black-haired boy turned cold: "They don't like me, so why should I put my hot face on their cold ass? Don't say this kind of thing again in the future."

The Holy Fire God of Light in the God Realm possesses the powerful strength of a God King. His father is Shura and Poseidon. However, the new god who entered the God Realm only knows his father but not his mother, as if this existence is a curse.

"Sorry." Huo Yuhao held his hand and changed the subject with some embarrassment. He looked at this special palace, "It's very beautiful here. There are many pearls, corals and shells."

"Of course, my father is the God of Poseidon, so it's strange that there are not many things like pearls, corals and shells." Tang Yunyu took it for granted, "So I always feel that this palace is not suitable for me. I am the God of Fire, and it's not like I don't have my own." palace."

The young man sighed: "But I like this garden very much. There are not so many flowers, otherwise I would faint from the fragrance of the flowers."

He also inherited Meng Jiang's keen sense of smell.

"The moon is about to rise, and it will be full tonight." Tang Yuyu glanced at the sky, "You can stay with me today."

"Don't I accompany you every day?" Huo Yuhao chuckled.

"It's different." The young man tiptoed to the tree and sat cross-legged on the treetop. His body was light and the branches were not bent at all. "Today is a special day, Shangyuan. I can't go to Poseidon Temple."

He spoke ambiguously, but Huo Yuhao remembered Tang San's alternately hot and cold attitude. He originally thought that he and Tang Yuyu were both men, so they might be opposed by Tang San if they wanted to be together, but when Poseidon learned about this, he just glanced at him and acquiesced.

They returned to the palace, and the young man ran to the kitchen excitedly and said that he would make him Yuanxiao to eat and let him rest here first. So Huo Yuhao sat obediently, looking forward to what "Yuanxiao" Tang Yuhao said was.

The Jade Rabbit rises in the east, and the round white moon is bright and shining. When the first moonlight shines directly on the calm water, the water outside the palace reflects the moonlight and breaks into a piece of glass.

The glass shone brightly and gradually turned into two lines of words:

The new wind rolls around the piles of gold to paint, and the bent branches of the trees are a source of harm to pedestrians.

But when I see silver and blue with golden patterns, I wish to exchange winter snow for spring flowers.

Through the window, the young Shen Zhuan read subconsciously and suddenly remembered that Blue Silver, Blue Silver Emperor, was one of the martial spirits of Poseidon Tang San.

This is...a love poem.

"Yuhao, Yuanxiao is ready, come here quickly."

A familiar call came, and Huo Yuhao subconsciously wanted Tang Yanyu to take a look, "Xingchen, look over there..."

Tang Jinyu turned her head when she heard the words. There was only tiny fragments of moonlight on the water, like a silver mirror in water.

The poem Huo Yuhao saw seemed to be just a beautiful illusion.

He suddenly realized that the real owner of this palace was not actually the Poseidon Tang San.

The Yuanxiao is white and fat, rolling in the porcelain bowl, steaming. Huo Yuhao scooped one up with a spoon and put it into his hands. The black sesame filling was sweet and the outer shell of the glutinous rice was soft and glutinous.

The God of Emotions seriously commented: "It's delicious."

As he finished speaking, the young man in front of him smiled brightly, as if the dazzling sunlight illuminated his entire life in an instant.