[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Bibi Dong is dead, and the godhead and status of Rakshasa God are once again vacant. Because Meng Jiang directly devoured two Rakshasa gods, the godhead belonging to Rakshasa God is no longer complete.

In order to avoid the annihilation of the god's throne, the Rakshasa god, who was eager to survive, directly approached Meng Jiang, who had been the heir of the Rakshasa god and had matching attributes, and asked her to forcibly inherit the god's throne.

The dim purple light suddenly rushed into Meng Jiang's body before anyone could react. After devouring the power of the Rakshasa God and the few powers of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, the mixed energy in Meng Jiang's body merged into one ball, and... With the blessing of godhood and status, he directly broke through the god level and became a true god at level 100.

"Damn..." Her body swayed, and suddenly she fell down, and was caught by Tang San in a panic, "Ajiang, what's wrong with you?"

"God Rakshasa, what a Rakshasa God——!" She gritted her teeth with hatred. She didn't expect that she would be forcibly tied up at the end. "Whoever wants this disgusting god, I don't care about it!"

Meng Jiang's will was violently resisting. She held Tang San's hand tightly, her eyes finally regaining sight due to her increased strength.

She raised her head and glanced at Tang San's anxious face, then waved her hand to release the artifact and divine equipment belonging to the Rakshasa God, her eyes filled with extreme disgust for those ugly things.

The evil thoughts were accompanied by divine power and reached the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the armor. In her sinister smile, these two things began to make a sonorous and explosive sound.

"A Jiang, stop!" Tang San opened his eyes wide in shock and hurriedly tried to stop Meng Jiang's crazy move.

The girl suddenly waved him away, her suppressed and gloomy voice full of violence, "I hate what others force me to do!"

Seeing the fine lines of cracks spreading to the two artifacts, Meng Jiang ignored the trace of blood spilling from the corner of her lips, made a fist with her palms, and with a violent roar, she directly crushed the Rakshasa Magic Scythe and Rakshasa. Divine outfit.

The self-destructible artifact and divine costume made Meng Jiang suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and her breath suddenly became weak, but she felt extremely happy in her heart. She has a violent temper to begin with, like a raging fire cooking oil. She wants to live with love and wants to die with hate. How can she care that she is the Rakshasa God now? Even if she could no longer strip away her divine status and divine personality, she would still have to pay the price for the Rakshasa divine personality that had taken its own initiative and forcibly bound her to it. For this reason, she would not hesitate to backfire on herself.

——Madman, this is a madman.

This is the truest thought in the hearts of all those who saw this scene on the Jialingguan City Wall.

"Crackling", Meng Jiang seemed to hear the invisible sound of the Rakshasa's godhead breaking again. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corners of her lips. Due to the backlash, her eyes that had regained vision were extremely dim, even filled with turbidity that had not been seen when she was blind.

But Meng Jiang was still smiling.

That smile was so bright that it was dazzling. Except for Tang San, everyone who saw this smile felt a chill that almost curdled their blood and froze their bones. It was the most profound fear that arose from the depths of their souls.

"That's it...no one can force me..." The new Rakshasa God murmured nervously, his body swayed, and he finally fell into the arms of the Poseidon.

Before she fell into coma, what she saw was the panicked and broken eyes of the other party.

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Ever since Meng Jiang destroyed her artifact and costume, she fell into a long slumber. With the recovery of divine power, she has completely absorbed the divine power of Rakshasa, the divine power of angels, and the soul power of Bibi Dong. Her own power has reached its peak and is fully understood, but she still shows no sign of waking up.

After trying every method to no avail, Tang San said goodbye to his friends, parents, relatives and friends. After leaving his spiritual thoughts on the Shrek Six Monsters and Tang Hao A Yin, he took Meng Jiang to the God Realm in advance. .

After some inspections by the Goddess of Life, Tang San finally figured out Meng Jiang's physical condition.

"What? You said Ajiang... is pregnant?" Tang San held Meng Jiang's hand tightly, "But I didn't notice the breath of new life."

"That's because the child is too young, and her own evil power masks the child's breath. I'm afraid the Rakshasa God himself doesn't know about the child." The goddess of life explained, "Didn't you notice? When the new life The moment he appeared, he had already begun to absorb the power of the mother's body to raise himself. According to time, this child should have appeared a month ago when you inherited the Poseidon. This is also great luck. It is difficult for the god to have an heir, and it is very difficult for him to have an heir. Maybe this is the only child you have with her."

"You just said that the child is absorbing A Jiang's power?" Tang San's focus was not on the fact that this might be his and Meng Jiang's only heir, "Is this the reason why A Jiang is sleeping? Is there any way to prevent him from sleeping?" Absorb Ajaan’s power?”

"I speculate that the Rakshasa God's sleep is not just because of the child." As the God of Life, the woman with green hair couldn't help but frown, "Her godhead is incomplete, and the bigger reason why she fell into a deep sleep is You must use your own power to repair the godhead and the previously destroyed artifacts and divine costumes. In this case, the energy needed by the child is no longer enough. If you do this, the child will die soon."

"..." Tang San was silent for a while, and then he finally looked up, as if he had made some important decision, his voice was firm, "I want A Jiang to wake up, I don't have to give up the child, but her life is more important than my own." . If he continues to be absorbed and robbed of his power, Ajaan will be harmed, right?"

The expression of the goddess of life is extremely complex. She loves life, even if the father of this unborn child wants to give up on him, she is unwilling to give up.

After thinking again and again, the goddess of life proposed a method, "Perhaps I can use a secret method to take out the child and create an environment similar to the mother's body in the outside world, allowing the child to continue to grow in it. But this requires someone to provide him with strength, and I also I’m not sure this method will work because no one has tried it before.”

"Okay." Tang San agreed. There is one more option, and this option can not only solve the problem of the child absorbing the mother's power, but also does not require him to kill his own heir himself. Even if the result is unknown, it is much better than before. "I can provide him with divine power."

"I think it's best for you, the God of the Sea, to work with the God of Rakshasa. You can supply your divine power to the God of Rakshasa, but it's best for the child to grow up without the power of the mother." The goddess of life said slowly.

After much deliberation, Tang San finally agreed.

Using a secret method, the child was taken out of Meng Jiang's body and placed in a growth environment created with the water of life. Every day Tang San provided him with a drop of his own and Meng Jiang's divine blood, and the part of Meng Jiang's missing strength was given to him by him. Feed Meng Jiang his own blood to supplement.

Divine blood is extremely precious, losing even one drop will damage the vitality, let alone Tang San losing two drops of divine blood every day.

In desperation, he accepted the inheritance of God Shura. With the support of the two gods, he no longer felt gradually weak. Moreover, he discovered that perhaps because the Asura God and the Rakshasa God were both gods of killing, Meng Jiang absorbed the Asura divine power more smoothly than the Poseidon divine power.

He didn't know that in addition to this reason, it was also because Meng Jiang had absorbed the power from the Killing City before, and his body had already accepted the power of God Shura.

Nine months later, Tang San and Meng Jiang's child was born. This is a very beautiful boy with black hair and golden eyes. His appearance combines all the advantages of Meng Jiang and Tang San. He is more like Meng Jiang, but he also inherits the sharp and heroic look of Tang San. And those cat eyes were carved in the same mold as Meng Jiang.

But maybe because he was not conceived in the mother's body, the child's body is weaker than ordinary people, but because both parents provide strength to grow, his talent is strong, and the holy fire originally in Meng Jiang's body was inherited by him, so just now The moment he was born, he was favored by the first-level god Vulcan, and he was considered a natural god.

Holding the child in her arms, the goddess of life felt extremely soft in her heart. She and the God of Destruction will never have a child, and this child can be regarded as her watching him grow up little by little. She already regards this little life as her own child.

Reluctantly putting the swaddled baby into Tang San's arms, the Goddess of Life hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but ask, "Has the Poseidon named the child?"

"Let's call him 'Li Nu' for the time being. This child is too weak, so a nickname is easy to support." Tang San looked at the cute face of the baby sleeping soundly, like a milk cat, and his heart softened for a moment, but then he thought of this Meng Jiang, who was sleeping, couldn't help but express his anger.

It was still during the war with the Wuhun Empire. According to the Goddess of Life, the child had been absorbing Meng Jiang's power from the beginning. So at that time, how much trouble did he bring to Meng Jiang and what happened to Meng Jiang. Tang San could easily imagine how he could snatch Meng Jiang's power to keep himself alive when Jiang was in danger and on the verge of death.

So he continued: "As for Li Nu's official name, let Ajaan come and pick it up after she wakes up. Her literary talent is better than mine."

One day in the God Realm and one year on the Douluo Continent, Meng Jiang slept for three hundred years, and Tang San only lasted a hundred years from his initial expectations to the current desolation. In the past three hundred years, the formerly gentle and polite young man never smiled sincerely again, and his original gentle temperament became as cold as polar ice.

He carried the child back to Poseidon Temple and placed it next to the sleeping Meng Jiang. The girl still looked as bright and gentle as before. Tang San often had hallucinations, as if in the next moment, he could see his Ajiang opening his eyes, calling him "Tang Xiaosan" coquettishly, and then raising her head unceremoniously. The little chin had a stern look in his eyes and ordered him to do this and that.

"Ajaan." He whispered against the person's ear and began to talk, "Look, this is our child. I gave him a nickname, 'Li Nu', and the nickname is waiting for you, so, Wake up quickly."

Every day, Tang San would talk to Meng Jiang, hoping that she would open her eyes. It didn't matter what the reason was, maybe it was because of the nice weather, maybe he was too tired due to too many official duties, or maybe he just wanted to show off.

And today, it's because their child was born, who looks like Meng Jiang.

If Meng Jiang hadn't fallen into a long and endless slumber, and Tang San's behavior disturbed her rest, she would have slapped him in annoyance.

Kissing Meng Jiang on the lips, biting his finger to feed her a drop of divine blood, Tang San casually poked the baby's milky white and tender face with his finger, looking at the little thing's features.

It really looks like...

"Wow--"

The child was woken up by the unscrupulous father and burst into tears.

Tang San couldn't help but frown, not feeling any guilt at all, and was afraid that he would disturb Meng Jiang, so he stood up and carried him to the side hall farthest away from Meng Jiang.

It perfectly demonstrates what parents are true love and children are accidents.