[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The sound of the sneeze was not too small, and it made both Tang San and Xiao Wu look over.

"A Jiang, if you feel choked, can I ask the waiter to remove the flowers?" Tang San looked over worriedly.

"No need." Meng Jiang fanned his nose twice and felt that he had adapted a lot. "I just suddenly smelled being rushed. After traveling for so long, I'd better take a rest first."

Tang San thought that this was indeed the case. Meng Jiang also played Qinggong with Xiao Wu for a while, and he must be even more tired, so he took the lead towards the bedroom.

As expected of a love hotel, the bedroom layout is equally ambiguous. The heart-shaped bed, which takes up almost the same area as the room, is hung with light red gauze curtains that hang from the roof to the floor. There are also red rose-patterned bedding and Pillow.

"You guys rest here, I'll go to the sofa outside." Tang San said.

Meng Jiang nodded, Xiao Wu cheered and threw herself on the bed, rolled twice, and then waved to Meng Jiang: "Jiang Jiang, come here, this bed is super soft and comfortable."

Meng Jiang smiled, stretched out his hand, and Xiao Wu suddenly pulled him to the bed and lay down next to her. She rubbed her hands against the smooth and soft sheets, feeling sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

Xiao Wu's excitement had passed, and she wanted to talk to Meng Jiang. She was stunned for a moment when she saw the man asleep, then she chuckled silently, pulled the quilt over him, and lay down on the side to sleep.

As dinner time approached, Tang San came in to call for someone. Xiao Wu wasn't particularly tired to begin with, but she was even more energetic after a good nap, while Meng Jiang felt even sleepier after being woken up.

She rubbed her eyes, thinking of the old Changan in her dream who smashed the Nian Beast jar, but nothing came out. Her face was so dark that she was still feeling depressed.

"Kid, why can't I hit anything? Are you doing it behind the scenes?" Meng Jiang said in a bad tone.

"Miss Meng Jiang, the system will never do this kind of thing to deceive the host just for some small benefits, but you are not, there is nothing we can do about it, Xuan will not save Fei Krypton and will not change his life." The electronic voice of the Ghost Network Three System did not change. Instead of being angry at being questioned, he was still a little certain, "But next time, Miss Meng Jiang will definitely break something."

"What is 'just for'? Are you going to cheat the host if there is a big benefit?" Meng Jiang narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

The system responded calmly: "It used to do it, but it didn't cause any harm to the host. It was just a small loss of money and a little profit. And since the main system suffered under Mr. Muchito, like this The behavior is strictly prohibited, so Miss Meng Jiang doesn’t have to worry.”

"Really..." Meng Jiang murmured, and then thought of something, "Then why do you say I will definitely hit something next time?"

"This is the data I calculated based on the degree of darkening of your face. It has an accuracy rate of more than 80%."

Meng Jiang:......

"You can do what you want." She was greatly stifled by this sentence. It would be fine if the system was hiding something from her, but now the system almost always answered her questions, and speaking so bluntly made her even more angry. She couldn't bear it. I immediately wondered if this was set up deliberately by Muchito, just to make her angry and to make her angry to death.

She felt that if this was the case, Muchito's goal would be almost achieved.

In fact, Meng Jiang also doubted who was behind the Ghost Network Three System. Is it really just a highly intelligent person? But she couldn't ask, and she didn't want to ask. She had a vague guess in her heart, and if that guess was confirmed, she didn't know if she could still use the system to deceive herself.

It was precisely because of her current state of confusion that she allowed herself to trust the system. As if she didn't know anything, she could put a fig leaf over herself and get close to him with peace of mind.

Such a mentality is despicable.

After a simple dinner, Meng Jiang sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced. Like Tang San Xiaowu, she has also entered the late stage of the twenty-ninth level of soul power. She once obtained the first soul ring one school year later than the two of them, but now she has caught up with her hard work, making the two of them unable to help but marvel at her. talent and effort.

The fifth level of soul power measured in the past had no restrictions on her.

Meng Jiang continued practicing until late at night, while Xiao Wu had already gone to bed first and had already fallen into a deep dream.

Meng Jiang opened his eyes, and with a thought in his mind, he seemed to feel a familiar aura around him.

She had a cold face, as sinking as water, and her eyes were dim.

After gently getting out of bed and putting on his shoes, Meng Jiang pushed open the bedroom door with a light movement. Through the gap, he saw Tang San lying on the large sofa outside, breathing evenly, and seemed to be fast asleep.

Slightly relieved, she slipped out of the bedroom, closed the door, paid more attention to controlling her aura, and tiptoed towards Tang San.

It wasn't that she wanted to risk being discovered by the other party, but the key was with Tang San. If she didn't get it, she wouldn't be able to get in after a while.

Tang San's coat was placed on the back of the sofa, and he casually placed the keys in the inner pocket of the coat.

Meng Jiang came closer and glanced at Tang San like a thief, "It's fine, he didn't wake up." Hooking out the key with her slender fingertips, she kept her eyes on Tang San as she slowly moved from the sofa to the door.

Open the door, go out, close the door, perfect!

Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Meng Jiang resumed his normal walking posture. In the living room inside the door, Tang San, lying on the sofa, opened his eyes the moment the door closed.

Meng Jiang did not leave the Rose Hotel, but followed the stairs to the rooftop of the hotel.

She stepped onto the wide platform, and the night wind blew her thick black hair and her fluttering sleeves.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, Meng Jiang said softly: "Muchito?"

The tone was questioning, but if she wasn't sure, she wouldn't actually speak like this.

The person whose name was called did not appear, and Meng Jiang raised a sarcastic smile on his lips: "The dark dust dispersion is very good, but it's a pity that no matter how you hide your aura, as a half body, I can still feel your presence."

She kept talking: "Why are you here? Is it because the Holy Fire Messenger, the Son of Light who kills evil, finally remembered your evil half and decided to kill me?"

The person hiding in the dark remained silent. Meng Jiang felt that it was meaningless and wanted to tear off the other person's hypocritical face. Unfortunately, she could feel Muchito's presence beside her, but she couldn't catch him.

Meng Jiang stepped onto the rooftop fence and looked down. There are no pedestrians on the streets late at night, and there are only street lights that appear bright and dim in the darkness.

It's three stories high. Even if she jumps from here, she won't die even with her current ability.

Hooking his ankles on the rose pattern on the fence, Meng Jiang fell forward and rolled over.

Meng Jiang took off the silver hairpin on his head and let his seaweed-like black curly hair hang down. Meng Jiang placed the silver hairpin on the upper window frame outside the three-story window below.

The hair was blown by the wind and fluttered outside the window. Meng Jiang was hanging upside down with the light on his back. Unexpectedly, the residents on the third floor were not asleep yet. By coincidence, he glanced at the window and heard a scream piercing the night. Jingyi blurted out.

"Ghost——!!!"

Meng Jiang was startled. He hooked his ankles onto the fence and turned around to change direction. He exerted force on his waist and arms at the same time and subconsciously turned over again.

Damn it, she had her own reason for putting the silver hairpin there, mainly because she wanted to cause trouble for Muchito, but she didn't expect that she would get into trouble first.

Now Meng Jiang couldn't stay on the rooftop any longer. After swallowing the rest of what she wanted to say to mock Muchito, she quickly walked down the stairs towards the "Red Ocean".

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and Meng Jiang entered the door. When he turned his back to close the door, a hand suddenly came from behind and pressed on the door, closing the door shut. Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded from my ears with warm air.

"Isn't it fun to stay up late at night and run out to play ghost?"

Meng Jiang tightened her grip on the door handle and her whole body went stiff. Being caught doing this made her afraid to turn around at all. Even so, she could still imagine Tang San's expression at this time.

What an unlucky night!

She cursed in her heart and said in a soft voice: "I just can't sleep and go out to get some air. I didn't pretend to be a ghost to scare people..."

The hand pressing on the door touched Meng Jiang's shoulder and asked her to turn around. Meng Jiang raised her head and met Tang San's still bright eyes in the darkness.

"Do you dare to say that the scream just now has nothing to do with you?"

The look on Tang San's face made Meng Jiang completely afraid to lie. She was so arrogant in front of Muchito just now, but now she is so cowardly in front of Tang San.

Meng Jiang laughed, stretched out his hand to push Tang San, and quietly moved his feet to slip away through the gap next to him. As long as he slipped into the bedroom, Tang San would be fine, after all, Xiao Wu was still asleep.

But Tang San had studied and lived with her for seven years, how could he not see what Meng Jiang wanted to do? He didn't give her a chance to escape, and grabbed Meng Jiang's wrist with his backhand to restrict her movements.

"Ajaan, answer."

"I..." Meng Jiang felt aggrieved, and his temper was rising. He raised his free hand and slapped Tang San on the chest with a strong hand, "Okay, I'll just say it, you are so cruel." what!"

"It was indeed because of me just now, but I didn't mean it. I happened to be seen, and people didn't see clearly, so they mistakenly thought they were seeing ghosts."

So what kind of coincidence could be mistaken for seeing a ghost? !

Tang San cursed and asked again: "Then what did you go out to do?"

I really can’t say this yet.

Meng Jiang frowned and said harshly: "Breath."

It seems that I can't ask.

Tang San also knew that Meng Jiang had secrets just like him. Even though they were familiar with each other now and were as close as family members, there were some things he still couldn't tell, and that was him.

But Tang San still felt a little lost.

But he still didn't want to embarrass Meng Jiang.

Thinking of this, Tang San sighed and stopped asking any more questions. He let go of Meng Jiang's hand and took a step back: "Now that you've finished breathing, go back to bed quickly. It's already very late."

"...Yeah." Meng Jiang nodded, the heat from the other person's palm still lingering on his wrist. She took out the key and said, "Give this back to you."

Tang San took the golden key, said nothing, turned around and walked towards the sofa, put the key into his coat pocket, and lay down on the sofa again.

Meng Jiang lowered his head and walked hurriedly towards the bedroom.

Then she suddenly stopped in front of the door, and Tang San, who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, heard a low "good night" disappearing into the huge room.

Like an apology in a different form.

"Good night." He responded, the disappointment in his heart suddenly dissipated, his heart softened, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips in the darkness, revealing a pleasant smile.

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