[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The two of them sat on the grass by the pool. Tang San peeled open the orange in his hand. The orange juice seeped out from the peel and soaked into the cracks of the nails, dyeing the neatly manicured nails slightly yellow.

His hands were a little sticky, so he tore off the orange strips one by one and broke off an orange segment. The cool orange touched the girl's red lips, and she opened her mouth and took it into her mouth.

Meng Jiang chewed an orange, and her slender pale fingers glowed like a piece of white jade in the moonlight. She casually wrapped her fingers around the white gauze, then suddenly took it off the umbrella, and then used it to tie Tang San's wrists.

"Tang San, break free from it."

Tang San:?

Confused, he used the Xuantian Technique to break free, but Meng Jiang suddenly struck like lightning, and pointed at two acupuncture points on Tang San's shoulders. Instantly, the soul power in his body was blocked, as if the meridians that were originally smooth were suddenly blocked. Live, blocking the movement of internal force.

"It seems... it has some effect?" The girl's eyes were full of smiles, taking in the starlight and moonlight in the sky, and was covered in darkness by layers of night curtains.

She took the half-eaten orange from Tang San's hand and ate it bit by bit. Black mist spread out from her palm, swallowing up the remaining orange peel. Then she withdrew the mist and poked the boy in blue's arm with her fingertips.

I saw Meng Jiang drawling his music slowly and saying: "Hey, can't you move your hands?"

Tang San was speechless, silently trying to use his inner strength to break through the blocked acupuncture points, but Meng Jiang's soul power was much stronger than his, so his efforts were in vain.

Seeing that his efforts had no effect, Tang San simply gave up, "What is Ajiang doing?"

"Isn't this the promotion competition soon? I'm preparing for the competition." Meng Jiang explained nonchalantly, and then fixed him, "You have been noticed by the people from Wuhun Palace, so of course I have to hide it I'm on my own. Tell me, if I don't use soul skills in the competition and only use martial arts, can I win?"

Tang San: ...you ask me a question, why do you want to immobilize me? How should I answer this? Besides, let’s not talk about whether we can win, but this will only attract more attention, right? The fourteen-year-old five-ring soul king, whose second soul ring is a thousand years, and whose fourth soul ring is ten thousand years, and whose two ten-thousand-year soul rings are both more than twenty thousand years old, is more monster than me.

Such a monster can defeat its opponent on the soul fighting stage without even using a single soul skill. It is very likely to become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of many people. If the Wuhun Palace fails to recruit, they will definitely try their best to destroy it.

However, as he was being tapped on the acupuncture points, his internal energy could not function, he could not speak, and he could not transmit sounds into the secret, so he could only respond in silence, trying to express his wish to have the acupuncture points unlocked with his eyes.

But Meng Jiang originally didn't want Tang San to answer him.

She curved her red lips and removed the white gauze from Tang San's wrists, put her hands on Tang San's shoulders and pushed him down on the grass. She then covered his eyes with the white gauze, but did not tie it tightly, just vaguely covering it. , then stood up and walked to the pool to soak his handkerchief, wiped Tang San's fingers stained with orange juice clean, and then threw the handkerchief aside.

Tang San was slightly confused, and there was some doubt in his eyes. He didn't know what was going on with Meng Jiang, but he always felt a little strange.

But Meng Jiang was just thinking about how to be more high-profile. This is true for moving the soul ring from the feet to the handle of the umbrella, and it is also true for trying to compete without using soul skills. They say they need to be low-key, but in fact they are pretending to be low-key and high-profile. It can also create a person who has more strength but less strategy. Not smart enough, but still trying to be clever. This will make people feel more comfortable.

Each of them is used to confuse people's vision.

It was true that Tang San was getting too much attention right now, so Meng Jiang wanted to share some of the attention from the Spirit Hall with him.

A fourteen-year-old soul king with a soul ring far above the optimal configuration of soul rings. Isn't this still worthy of attention?

She has always been good at hiding her thoughts, and if she really wants to hide something, she won't reveal it on her face. Tang San, who had focused on hidden weapons in his previous life and now focused on cultivation, was naturally not as good as her in this regard, and he naturally couldn't see the twists and turns in her heart.

And Meng Jiang also liked Tang San's occasional innocence. It was completely different from her, and it also made it easier for her to do things.

She leaned down and blew into Tang San's ear. When she saw the roots of the other man's ears were dyed red, she smiled to herself.

The white gauze was already semi-transparent, and Meng Jiang just put the gauze over Tang San's eyes. He also practiced the Purple Demon Eyes and had the ability to see through autumn dew. His eyesight was far beyond ordinary people's, so he could see beyond the white gauze. things.

Meng Jiang unblocked the acupuncture points on Tang San's body and propped up his chin with his hand to look at him. Tang San's wrists used skill to break away from the shackles of the white gauze, and then tied it around Meng Jiang's wrist with an exquisite bow.

He also raised his eyes to look at Meng Jiang, stretched out his hand to clasp the other man's wrist that was supporting his chin, and pulled the man into his arms, and he hugged the slender waist.

"A Jiang," Tang San called, "In the promotion competition, you choose five soul skills to use permanently, and don't use the others. The maximum is six, and the more are regarded as self-created soul skills."

Five soul rings and five soul skills, this is normal. If there are six soul skills, the one with more can be explained as a young genius. After all, this is a fourteen-year-old soul king.

Meng Jiang leaned on Tang San's chest, which was still a bit immature but no longer thin. In his ears he could hear the steady and powerful heartbeat of the other party. His chest rose and fell slightly due to his breathing, and the warm body temperature came through through his thin clothes. It made Meng Jiang's cheeks warmer.

She didn't answer, but she arched her head inward like a kitten and nodded obediently, thinking about which skills to choose better.

Tang San was a little tickled by Meng Jiang's thrust and couldn't help but laugh out loud, his chest trembled. Meng Jiang slapped his chest with dissatisfaction, indicating that he was making him uncomfortable.

To be honest, sometimes, even Tang San didn't know where Meng Jiang's spoiled temper came from. However, this temperament is not annoying, because Meng Jiang has always been able to grasp the subtleties and achieve his goals with a little willfulness without making people feel unreasonable.

Of course, if she deliberately wants to disgust someone and provoke the other person to dislike herself, that's a different matter.

But occasionally Tang San would wonder if it was a little too tiring to think too much about being willful. In this way, it can't really be called willful.

So Tang San would be more tolerant of Meng Jiang's petty temperament, and now it seems that the effect is good.

He didn't realize at all that Meng Jiang's pampering actually came from his own indulgence. He didn't even realize that his indulgence and retreating after Meng Jiang's repeated temptations, so far, were just sticking to that bottom line.

Tonight, the stars and the moon are out, there is a breeze, the forest is quiet, no one is disturbing, and even the water waves wash towards the shore at a somewhat slow speed, gently and softly, which can be called gentle.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was so good and no one was jumping to spoil it, Tang San turned around and lay on his side face to face with Meng Jiang, forehead to forehead, looking into those dark eyes, looking at the slender eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, A thin shadow was cast on the pale skin, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​​​kissing her.

This time is really suitable for confession.

Once this thought came into his mind, it grew like wild weeds, entangled and wrapped around his beating heart, making Tang San's heart and mind filled with eagerness to try.

He opened his mouth, a light blush flew over his cheeks, and he actually felt a little embarrassed.

But Tang San was never one to back down. Once he made up his mind and made up his mind, he would definitely do it.

So after a brief pause, he was ready to speak again——

"Tang San," Meng Jiang, who noticed something, suddenly said, the bad water in his stomach bubbling, "your hair makes my eyes so itchy."

She was talking about the broken hair in front of Tang San's forehead, which was blown by the breeze and swept into her eyes. In order to show the authenticity of his words, Meng Jiang also deliberately blinked hard.

As soon as these words came out, there was silence for an instant. Tang San felt that the boy's heart that he had finally appeared was "crackling" with the atmosphere.

With a numb and expressionless face, he distanced himself a little and stared at Meng Jiang resentfully, making him feel extremely guilty.

Tang San: ...I knew it, I should have thought of it a long time ago.

In the past, Meng Jiang had unintentionally ruined the atmosphere, but this time she knew it in advance and did it intentionally.

But Meng Jiang also felt aggrieved after feeling guilty. Who would have thought that she would be a little panicked just now? Because she was panicked, she wanted to escape, and then the bad idea naturally came to her mind, and she said it outright.

Now there is no panic, only embarrassment and a resentful Tang Xiaosan.

Naturally, Meng Jiang needs to do this comforting work.

Rolling her eyes, Meng Jiang moved her body unnaturally, and her hand touched the pear velvet silk bag at her waist. She suddenly remembered the unspeakable booklet she got from Dai Mubai stored in it.

In an instant, Meng Jiang realized that what he had just done was a bit cowardly, and he regretted his OOC image of being a general attacker. He felt great courage out of thin air in his heart, so he felt straight and strong, and he felt guilty when he gave up.

She raised her eyes and looked at him sideways, tilted her head and smiled, and asked Jiao Didi, "Tang Xiaosan, did you want to kiss me just now?"

Now, Tang San felt guilty.

"Here, Ajaan, listen to me..." His eyes wandered and he hesitated, "I just..."

Then, he was bitten on the lip by Meng Jiang, who turned over and pressed on top of him.

Yes, it was really a bite, and Tang San could taste the blood on his mouth.

But the pain in the lips was not worth the softness and sweetness of the girl's lips. Although the confession was unsuccessful, there was such a huge benefit in front of him, how could Tang San let it go.

Even though this kiss was quite different from what Tang San had imagined, and Meng Jiang's momentum made him feel that the other party was retaliating for the previous kiss, turning the original warmth into a fierce competition, he was still extremely happy.

——Because this is Meng Jiang’s first real initiative.

But what Meng Jiang was thinking was not like Tang San. As for what she was thinking, it was of course the contents of the booklet. After all, once you memorize the theory, you need to practice it.

So she put the kissing skills she had learned into action, feeling that she had made great progress compared to last time, but she still felt a little tight and short of breath compared to Tang San.

Meng Jiang, who was leaning on Tang San's chest and panting, tried hard to blink the mist out of his eyes, wondering why he was still out of breath after the kiss, even though he could breathe in water, so he should have the advantage.

Meng Jiang: [Confusion in the world.jpg]

Tang San: Because Ajiang, you can breathe in water, so you never practice holding your breath, so your natural lung capacity is not as big as mine [Proud.jpg]

#This is the war of dignity between men and the general attack#

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