[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The bright holy fire is extremely hot, and the hot temperature passes through the veins of the body, burning the blood in the blood vessels step by step. The red liquid was boiling, and Meng Jiang felt like he was about to be roasted dry.

But even though the holy fire in his body was burning so fiercely, there was still boundless darkness all around him, with no trace of light revealed.

Then she understood——

Ah, it turns out I haven't been burned to death yet.

Then comes anger and resentment.

Why torture me? Why were you sent here? Why do you let me lose it as soon as I wake up? Why...do you want me to appear in this world?

"Chesmu..."

Someone called her in the darkness, with a sympathetic tone.

This was an extremely familiar voice, so familiar that it made Meng Jiang feel disgusted.

"Cheshim" means "eyes" in Persian.

The voice said again: "Cheshimu, my waves, my eyes, my...half body."

Meng Jiang knelt on the ground and curled up into a ball. He was obviously in great pain and looked embarrassed, but he still tried his best to adjust his breathing and said in the calmest tone: "Muchito, you are really good."

The Mingjiao youth who was named appeared from the darkness, and the sand gathered into a shape, turning into a vast white desert under his feet.

The darkness faded away instantly, the stars were brilliant, and the silver sand was dazzling.

——It is the sea of ​​no return for Mingjiao.

Meng Jiang has never been to the Sea of ​​No Return, but from the memories she shared with this man, she has seen it countless times.

She even saw the Sansei Tree at the end of the Sea of ​​No Return, and was instantly dazzled by the blooming flowers on the tree.

"Half body?" Meng Jiang sneered, "Yes, I am your half body, you are the yang, I am the yin, you are the holy fire and the light, but I am the darkness, the evil thoughts, and the evil you have killed. Concrete.”

——But they were supposed to be one person.

The young man stopped talking. He took off his hood, revealing a handsome face that was indistinguishable from male to female. On that face, a pair of strange yin and yang pupils that were as magnificent as the yellow sand desert and the blue sea were lifeless.

——He is blind.

But just because Muchito didn't speak, it didn't mean that Meng Jiang couldn't speak.

She indulged the malice in her heart and ignored the backlash of the holy fire. She used her beautifully shaped mouth to spit out the most vicious speculations to the man, "Aren't you very proud of me when you see my appearance? As you wish, you will be a villain." They eliminated me and sent me far away to Penglai, which was not enough, so they threw me here again."

When Muchito heard this, a flash of pain flashed across his face, but it was too fast to catch. Although he couldn't see, he was not affected.

He walked up to Meng Jiang and held the person he knew best and the person who understood him best in the world, the person who should be closest to him, in his arms.

"I'm not sending you to Penglai to chase you away."

Every word of the words with a strange accent seems to have a hook, and the ending sounds rise, like a distant Qiang flute song.

Muchito only said one sentence in response to the malice, which was not even an explanation. Then he let out a long sigh, and there was another look of compassion on his face. This was the look Meng Jiang disliked the most.

"Chesmu, let me take you out. This is not the place you should stay."

In this sea of ​​consciousness, if she is allowed to stay, then in the real world, Meng Jiang will really be burned alive by the holy fire in his body.

But Meng Jiang only had two words to comment:

--"hypocritical."

Muchito also understood that in their current state, it was impossible for them to get along normally, so he just lit the sacred fire in his heart and recited "Great Light Record" in a low voice.

The holy fire that was burning back in Meng Jiang's body was suppressed, but the holy fire around him was burning more and more intensely.

The sound of chanting seemed to come from the distant eternity, carrying the vastness, grandeur, and majesty of the ancient times.

The bright flame... is so warm.

Meng Jiang sadly discovered that even so, she still couldn't suppress her desire for light, because she was in darkness, because she was in darkness. The more she hated herself, the more she longed for light and the holy fire that brought light. Longing for...her other self as the Holy Fire Bearer - her half.

She was thirsty to the point of jealousy.

The holy fire is shining, the holy light is shining, all my disciples, work together with one heart.

Take pity on me, the world's people, who are helpless, but benevolent to all things, only light.

Bright and kind father, knowing the truth and understanding, enlightening me and clearing my heart, soothing my nature.

Have pity on me, the world is polluted by demonic dust, eliminate evil and promote good, so there is only light.

How happy is life, how painful is death. The blazing holy fire burns my remains.

The Twelve Eternal Treasures enlighten all luminaries, and their wonderful sounds lead the way to immeasurable pure lands.

——The wonderful sound leads the way.

At the last moment when he was about to leave the sea of ​​consciousness, Meng Jiang heard Muchito's words.

"Suppress the evil thoughts in your heart, and the Holy Fire will not burn. If you still have evil thoughts, the Holy Fire will help you suppress them, but it will also bite you back, just like today."

"I hope... you will be fine, my waves."

*****

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the girl's body temperature on the bed was no longer frighteningly high. He soaked the half-dry towel in cold water again, folded it and applied it on her forehead.

Then his eyes shifted to the girl's chest. On the white skin, under the collarbone that looked too thin and abrupt, there was a golden-red flame pattern.

This pattern had just appeared under Tang San's eyes when he was taking care of the unconscious Meng Jiang.

At first it was just a light layer, floating on the surface like a piece of paper, then the lines gradually deepened, like a tattoo, and now, the color of the lines has stabilized, as if the flame was burning in the girl's body. Now it appears from under the skin, as deep as a birthmark.

The gorgeous and magnificent flame pattern, every turn and arc, is a burning vitality. It feels completely different from Meng Jiang's, but it complements each other and was born for her.

Tang San pursed his lips and looked away, pulling the quilt up to cover the patch of white. Then, he raised his eyes again and met a pair of dark eyes without a trace of light.

Meng Jiang woke up for the first time. Before his mind could turn around, his body reacted first and sat up. She glanced at the boy who was smiling, then looked at the strange environment around her, and finally came back to her senses.

"Tang San? This is your home, right?"

"Yes." The boy nodded, "You fainted and developed a fever, so I took you to my house."

"Yes." Meng Jiang responded, picking up the towel that fell from his forehead to the quilt when he stood up, and handed it to Tang San, "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble, thank you."

Tang San took the towel and felt helpless for a moment, "It's okay, no need to apologize. Have you ever counted how many 'sorry' and 'thank you' the two of us have said to each other since we first met now?"

"This..." Meng Jiang was speechless for a moment.

Seeing the girl's embarrassment, Tang San changed the subject, put the towel on the edge of the basin, and said hesitantly: "When you were unconscious,... a flame pattern suddenly appeared on your chest."

"Fire pattern?" Meng Jiang lowered his head in confusion, and then his pupils shrank, "...it's the holy fire pattern."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the other party, thinking that he knew it well, Tang San stopped talking and brought up the previous topic again, "Meng Jiang, I think... you should come to my house. I have no other intentions! It's just... It’s easy to take care of, you’re a girl living in the woods and no one will take care of you..."

After experiencing the scene in the dream, Meng Jiang's whole body was still aching, and the pain from the Holy Fire's backlash was no longer there, but the subsequent symptoms still existed, and Meng Jiang didn't have the extra energy to argue with Tang San.

"You want to take me in?" She twitched the corner of her mouth with a half-smile, her tone unclear.

"I think we can be considered friends. This is just a way for friends to take care of each other." Tang San sighed, with a mature look on his immature face.

Meng Jiang suddenly felt uncomfortable. She was the least able to deal with a person like Tang San, who was sincere and treated her with the sincerity of a friend. Even if her attitude was like that of a hedgehog covered in thorns, Tang San was not angry at all.

Lowering his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes, Meng Jiang's aura softened, "There should be adults in your family, right? Have the elders agreed that you can just take people home?"

"My father has agreed a long time ago." Tang San smiled, his big eyes turning into a pair of crescent moons, "I explained the general situation to him when I carried you back."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Meng Jiang narrowed his eyes, "Have you planned it for a long time? Kill first and tell later?"

"Uh huh." Tang San responded, "As you said, we are just grasshoppers on the same rope."

"Pfft." Meng Jiang laughed, and his dull eyes finally became a little lively.

Tang San has this kind of charm. Even though the two of them were so frightened when they first met, their current status is like old friends for many years, and they will not make people feel alienated or indifferent at all.

Not to mention, they are both from another world, which suddenly brings them closer.

Meng Jiang lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, lifted up his collar, "I should say hello to uncle and thank him, and then I'll go home and clean up."

"Since you want to take care of me, I should also take care of you. It's okay to come and go without being rude. Leave tonight's dinner to me."

She followed Tang San out and expressed her gratitude to Tang San's father, Tang Hao, in front of the stove.

The tall, silent man glanced at her, responded vaguely, and continued his work. The sound of the hammer making Meng Jiang's eardrums hurt.

Tang Hao remembered that when his son hurried home carrying the little girl on his back, the girl had blood on her body and on her lips. He didn't ask what happened to the girl, but nodded when Tang San asked to leave Meng Jiang to take care of her. Anyway, it was just an extra mouth, and he didn't care.

When Meng Jiang came out to say thank you, he only paused for a moment on the flame pattern on the other's chest, but he didn't say anything, he just banged on the iron like an ordinary blacksmith.

Nowadays, children all have secrets. He would ask them one by one without dying of exhaustion.

At night, Meng Jiang and Tang San slept on the same bed.

The bed is large and is made according to the size of an adult. It is more than enough to sleep two five-year-old children. Meng Jiang brought a bedding from his own home, and used extra pillows to separate the two of them. Even so, everyone still had free space. The distance between the two of them could sleep two more children, so they would not feel uncomfortable.

With so many things happening in one day, Meng Jiang was very exhausted. In a daze, she suddenly heard a stiff electronic sound of "ticking" in her mind.

"After being recommended by Lord Muchito, dear Miss Meng Jiang, as my new host, the Ghost Network Three System will serve you wholeheartedly."

She suddenly woke up.

What the hell is this? !

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