[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

"Be good, be good, don't cry." The little girl was completely held in the arms of the tall young man, but she stretched out her hand and rubbed his hair like a coaxing child, with a smile in her soft voice. "She looks like someone's little lady."

"A Jiang." The young man buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fresh scent like the blue sea and sky. The moisture soaked into the clothes on Meng Jiang's shoulders and neck, but his voice was very calm, "Isn't it fun to lie to me? You Do you know that when I saw you lying there not knowing whether you were alive or dead, I almost went crazy?"

Meng Jiang's hand froze for a moment, then slowly lowered it, hugged his neck, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She explained dryly: "I didn't want to lie to you, but if I told the truth, you wouldn't agree. Time is running out, and I have no better choice..."

"So you chose to go head-to-head with Shen Zhuan, right?" Tang San raised his head. Except for the fact that his eyes were still slightly red, there was no trace of tears, but his eyes were extremely cold, burning with dark anger.

Meng Jiang's power from the Rakshasa God was extremely obvious, which he had noticed when he was treating the other party. By looking inside Meng Jiang's body, he could clearly see that the evil energy had filled her entire body's meridians. If her physique hadn't reached the level of a demigod, she might not have been able to hold so much energy.

He did not dare to rashly use the power of Poseidon to help her absorb energy, because the sacred power of Poseidon and the evil power of Rakshasa God were mutually exclusive. In that case, if one of them failed, he might kill Meng Jiang.

At the same time, Meng Jiang's physique is also different from others. He has reached the demigod level. The meridians in his body should be filled with a layer of golden divine power. However, Meng Jiang's meridians are still the color of human beings. In addition to the meridians being wider and stronger, There is no difference in appearance from others.

"I'm not going head-to-head." Meng Jiang retorted unconvinced, "My consciousness is stronger than the Rakshasa God, so I'm sure of winning."

"Then A'Jiang, you are so powerful." Tang San laughed angrily, his originally steady voice trembling, "Relying on the strength of your spiritual consciousness, you can directly head up to Tie Mang and make yourself half dead. This is your certainty. ’, it really opened my eyes.”

"...Why are you so weird! I already know I was wrong, and I won't do this again next time. Why do you keep holding on to me?" Meng Jiang was aroused by Tang San and also became a leftist. She knew she shouldn't be like this, and wanted to speak calmly, but her heart became inexplicably depressed, as if she was out of her own control, and she started to argue with Tang San out of frustration.

Tang San knew that Meng Jiang had a soft temper, so he took a deep breath and didn't want to argue with her. His face was extremely gloomy, and he stared at the lips that were still trying to argue endlessly. He opened his mouth and bit them viciously, like It bit like a wild beast, blocking the words she was about to say.

The taste of blood could be tasted between the lips and teeth, including the divine blood that Tang San had fed before and the blood that Meng Jiang had bitten out.

All the fear, uneasiness, despair, and panic were turned into violent actions to vent. The almost suffocating negative emotions made Meng Jiang calm down, and he gradually began to respond to comfort.

"I'm begging you..." Tang San let go of her and touched Meng Jiang's dark, unfocused eyes with his fingers, "Ajiang, think of me too, okay?"

"Okay." Meng Jiang nodded, closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against his palm, like a well-behaved cat, "I'm thinking of you, always thinking of you."

"You believe me."

Tang San didn't answer.

So Meng Jiang lowered his head and quietly nestled in his arms, feeling sour and sad in his heart. Just like a naughty shepherd boy who likes to deceive people for fun, he shouts "wolf is coming" too much. When the wolf really comes, no one is willing to believe him and help him.

She grabbed Tang San's clothes and refused to let go, looking timid and pitiful. After a while, she carefully raised her head and kissed him again and again. Tang San still couldn't bear it. Seeing that Meng Jiang was about to cry, he sighed and bowed his head and kissed her back, "Be good, I believe you."

"It's just that Ajaan, it doesn't matter if you play tricks on me or whatever, but don't lie to me about this kind of thing again. I'm really scared."

"There won't be a next time." Meng Jiang smiled through tears and promised again and again.

He said "hmm". Although he was not sure whether this little liar would really not lie to him about this kind of thing again, he did not want to doubt it anymore. He suppressed the panic in his heart to the deepest level and showed her his true feelings again. A gentle smile.

Tang San put Meng Jiang back into a clean Xiaotian shark gauze dress: "Let's go back, Mubai and the others should be finishing absorbing the god-given soul rings soon."

Quickly returning to Poseidon Temple, he saw that Dai Mubai and the others were still absorbing the god-given soul rings, so Tang San took Meng Jiang and sat down in the corner again, kneaded her fingers, and simulated his own evolved soul skills in his mind. With Poseidon's magical skills.

Meng Jiang knelt down and let him play with her hands. She closed her eyes and sat quietly. She didn't speak or make any unnecessary movements. She was very quiet, like a very beautiful doll, letting others play with it.

Tang San always used a spiritual thought to keep an eye on his companions' situation. When he realized that Oscar's body was about to collapse due to his desperate attack on the hundred thousand year spirit ring, he used a drop of divine blood to help him become a Titled Douluo.

Because Oscar is the first titled Douluo of the food system, the God of Cookery found him and handed down the inheritance. As long as he reaches level ninety-nine, he can immediately begin to receive the inheritance.

Now, he also has a title, that is, the God of Cookery.

Zhu Zhuqing, who finished immediately, also woke up. She used her martial spirit to give herself a title, the title - Netherworld.

"A Jiang, what do you want to be called?" Tang San returned to Meng Jiang and held her hand again.

The girl blinked, her doll-like appearance came to life, and finally there was a hint of worldly smoke and smoke, "Why don't you... just call it Hanhai."

The vast sea is surging, and the wonderful sound leads the way.

Tang San said: "This is not good."

"It's not good, then change it." Meng Jiang lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"Ajaan, don't you ask me why I said the word 'Hanhai' is not good?"

So the girl asked meekly and softly: "Why is it bad?"

Tang San sighed, seeing Meng Jiang in this state, he felt densely distressed in his heart.

Reaching out his hand to tuck her long hair, Tang San laid his head next to Meng Jiang's ear and said affectionately, "Why are you so alienated from me, A Jiang? In front of me, you don't need to restrain your temper."

Meng Jiang's eyes turned red and he muttered, "I don't want to lose my temper with you, nor do I want to argue or quarrel with you."

The tears did not fall after all. The girl raised her bright smile again, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and asked delicately, "Then tell me, why is it bad? If you can't tell me, I will punish you."

"What's the punishment for me?" the young man asked with a smile.

"Punish you, punish you..." She thought for a long time but couldn't think of any interesting punishment, and said, "Oh, you tell me first, why is it bad? If I am satisfied, I will not punish you. If not, I will punish you later. , I didn’t think about it.”

Tang San scratched the bridge of Meng Jiang's straight nose with his finger: "If you ask me, the word 'Ling Hai' is better. Aren't you practicing Ling Hai Jue?"

"If I use 'Ling Hai', wouldn't it offend you, the God of the Sea? Others will probably say that I don't overestimate my abilities~" Hearing what Tang San said, Meng Jiang couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, but insisted on Put on a coquettish look to induce Tang San to say something nice again.

Seeing that Meng Jiang had regained his energy of showing off his teeth and claws, Tang San felt relieved and followed the other person's wishes, "I am your subordinate, A Jiang, so how can I feel offended? If someone really said that to you, , just tell him that Tang San is willing."

"Oh my, my little husband's little mouth is so sweet. Is it covered with honey?" Meng Jiang was so happy with her sweet words that she smiled and said, "Who taught you these words?"

Tang San told the truth: "Mubai, Xiao Ao, and Fatty also said that girls need to be coaxed."

"What they said is good, at least it applies to me." Meng Jiang covered her lips and said with a smile, "Study hard and keep working hard, Tang Xiaosan, I'm optimistic about you~"

"Isn't it disgusting?" Tang San asked with some embarrassment.

Meng Jiang thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

"Then don't—"

"No!" Meng Jiang decisively interrupted Tang San's refusal, "I want it, I like it! Or you can write a love poem instead, I have written it for you!"

"Then Ajiang, do you dare to take it out and recite it?" Tang San asked in his soul.

Meng Jiang expressed great shock: "Tang Xiaosan, how dare you?!"

"So -" the blue-haired young man spread his hands with a look of despair on his face, "This is a public execution."

After some substitution, Meng Jiang later realized that he felt ashamed. But she just likes sweet talk very tackily, and she is unwilling to give up just like that, "Then you can tell me quietly without letting others hear."

As soon as he finished speaking, several voices came from behind Tang San, "We have heard it."

Little Rabbit showed great curiosity: "Jiang Jiang, have you ever written a love poem to Third Brother?"

Ning Rongrong then continued: "Jiang Jiang, please read it to us."

"Yeah -" Meng Jiang now fully understood what a public execution is, and immediately denied the third sentence, "I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

She suddenly reacted: "Tang San, did you already know they were there? You must know, you just bullied me into not being able to see them!"

The blue-haired young man smiled like a cunning fox, but he said innocently, "I really didn't notice, Ajaan, please don't accuse me wrongly."

"Bah, I believe you!" Meng Jiang angrily slapped him in the face, but Tang San easily caught it, "Aren't you always paying attention to their situation? Don't even think about treating me like a fool!"

While joking, Tang San was vaguely aware of Meng Jiang's mood changes, which seemed to be more severe than usual. One moment her eyes were red with tears, and the next moment she could wave her claws at him. However, Meng Jiang was usually a little heartless, so Tang San didn't pay too much attention, just thinking that Meng Jiang was happy after his revenge, so his bad temper and bad mood could not last long.

Since then, all eight Shrek people have climbed the 90th level, and one of them has reached the 99th level of Peak Douluo. Two of them have been descended to the gods by the God of Cookery and the Nine-Colored Goddess respectively, and one of them has inherited the throne of Poseidon.

Soon, everyone's titles were settled.

Dai Mubai, the ninety-fifth level assault type battle soul master, is titled: White Tiger.

Oscar, a level food weapon soul master, is titled: God of Cookery.

Meng Jiang, a level 99 agility attack type combat soul master, is titled Ling Hai.

Level 100 control god Zhuan Tang San, God Zhuan: Poseidon.

Ma Hongjun, a level attack spirit master with the title: Phoenix.

Xiao Wu, a level 95 attack-type combat soul master: Title: Rougu.

Level auxiliary weapon soul master Ning Rongrong, title: Jiucai.

Zhu Zhuqing, a level agility-attack combat soul master, is titled: Netherworld.