[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The carriage was driving smoothly and was on its way to Wuhun City, the location of the finals. It was surrounded by 500 well-trained cavalrymen from the Royal Knights of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Each of the fifteen teams of the Tiandou Empire was assigned a giant carriage made with soul guidance technology. Meng Jiang sat on the carriage, naturally uncrossed his legs and hung them down. He turned his head and glanced at his teammates who were practicing, and quietly opened the window on his right.

Four days have passed since the end of the promotion competition. All colleges made adjustments in the first three days and officially headed to Wuhun City early on the fourth day.

The eight people in Shrek all have unique talents, and most of them are facing breakthroughs, so they are working hard to practice and strive to advance to another level before the finals.

Meng Jiang could feel that it would take longer for her to reach level 52 than for them, so she was not in a hurry. And the most important thing was that she heard the call of someone she hated.

——It’s Muchito.

Lying on the window with one arm hanging down from the window, Meng Jiang tore his aimless gaze away from the cavalry, closed his eyes in the warm sunshine, and let himself fall into a dream, between the sea of ​​consciousness and the wood. Chito meets.

This time, she appeared awake on the silver-white sand, accompanied by the holy fire and waves on both sides.

Muchito is waiting for her here.

Originally, Meng Jiang was slightly excited because she wanted to leave a lifelong psychological shadow on Feng Xiaotian. But after the game, when she saw Feng Xiaotian willingly admit defeat, she suddenly lost interest and turned around and shook off this person. Toys that are no longer interesting become a state of boredom and decadence.

But now, although Meng Jiang looked calm on the surface, the suddenly rising flames and the waves coming towards her showed the turmoil in her heart.

She heard herself asking in a cold voice: "Muchito, what do you want from me?"

"Cheshimu, can't I just come to you if I have nothing to do?" The young man with yin and yang eyes said, with a little smile, still with the strange, unchangeable Western accent, the shadow cast by the hood A pair of thin vermilion lips were exposed below.

"I don't think we are in a relationship where we can meet casually." Meng Jiang replied. Water and fire collided with each other, making a frightening "sizzling" sound. In an instant, a piece of mist evaporated and gathered into a heavy cloud on the sky. "If you have anything to say, just say it, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and attack you."

"My waves, my half body, isn't this relationship close enough?" Muchito smiled, raised his head, his hood slipped off, and his pair of lifeless yin and yang pupils were brighter than the sun and the moon.

He saw Meng Jiang clenching his fists angrily, so he said, "However, I do have something to come to you for." Pointing to the holy fire pattern on Meng Jiang's chest, "I came here to let you practice Mingjiao techniques."

"Impossible!" Meng Jiang suddenly raised his head, his black eyes that had swallowed up all the light were filled with deep hatred, "I am Penglai, and I will always be Penglai. This is the choice you made for me, and now you Do you want to regret it first?"

"Langhua," Muchito stretched out his hand to touch Meng Jiang's cheek, but he avoided it in disgust. A slight pain flashed through his heart, and he explained awkwardly, "I am a blind man. I just want to touch your appearance. I have never seen you look like you now."

As he spoke, his voice gradually became quieter, and finally disappeared into his murmuring lips. After a long while, Muqituo answered Meng Jiang's question again, "But I feel guilty about sending you to Penglai, but I don't regret it."

He felt guilty for his cowardly escape and abandonment of Meng Jiang, but he did not regret letting Meng Jiang practice in Penglai to calm his evil thoughts.

Although he said this, Muchito knew in his heart that Meng Jiang would not accept his answer. The damage had been done, and no matter how he made up for it, there would always be scars on his heart.

Then he continued to talk about the purpose of his coming: "You and I are half each other, so I know that you killed people with evil thoughts."

"So what?" Meng Jiang sneered, "At that time, when he wanted to kill me, why didn't he allow me to fight back? I'm not a saint like you."

A faint sigh came out, and Meng Jiang's most annoying expression of compassion appeared on Mu Qituo's face. It was a kind of melancholy tenderness, "Lang Hua, I'm not a saint, and I don't think it's wrong for you to kill him. Evil means killing, and what I want to say is the method you used."

Meng Jiang interrupted him: "Is my method wrong? The opponent is level 70. If I don't do that, will I just catch him without mercy?"

"Langhua!" Muchito closed his eyes and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Why do you always deliberately misinterpret my meaning? Of course I know that is the most direct and effective way, but think about yourself!"

"Do you want to be attacked by evil thoughts?"

"I can't die!"

"..."

"...But you will be in pain, Chesmu." Muchito's voice had an imperceptible tremor, "I know how painful it is, but as long as you learn the Mingjiao skills and control the holy fire to suppress evil thoughts independently, You won’t be swallowed up by it, and you won’t feel any pain.”

Meng Jiang suddenly lost his voice.

Her body couldn't help but tremble, and even she could no longer deliberately distort the meaning of Muchito's words with hatred.

But she will never let go of her hatred for Muchito, the kind of waiting at the dock day after day, the kind of searching every inch of the land, the kind of bitter feeling of being abandoned and disliked by others. , she will never forget it in her life.

Why, as an evil person, would she end up being stripped away and abandoned? There is yin and there is yang, and behind the light is darkness. She and Muchito are the same person, so why doesn't she have the right to exist?

"He" walked through the vast world and countless planes one by one, cutting off evil, but he could not control the growth of darkness in his heart, so he cut her out of his heart. If you obviously hate her so much, why didn't you just be more thorough and kill her altogether?

They said they would kill evildoers, so what's the point of making this slimy, unbearable gesture! It’s nothing more than disgusting!

"Muchito, no matter 'him' or you, we are actually the same hypocritical people. One stripped me, the other abandoned me, and now you say you feel guilty. You are really nothing." Meng Jiang's voice was full of hatred. Some are unwilling and tired, "I don't know how to practice Mingjiao exercises, you should give up on this idea."

"I can't die anyway, so you don't have to worry about what I will become in the end." She paused, "Even if I lose my mind in the end, you just have to kill me."

The awake Meng Jiang could control the sea of ​​consciousness, so she moved her mind slightly, dispersed the dark clouds above her head, calmed down the raging flames and waves, and said, "Muchito, we are enemies, you'd better not show up again. My sea of ​​consciousness.”

"Otherwise, I will wipe out your consciousness even if I try my best."

The next moment, the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became quiet, and the silver-white sand was empty and silent, as if no one had ever appeared.

On the carriage, Meng Jiang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the dark night and the shining stars.

In the cool night breeze, Meng Jiang's right hand placed outside the window felt warm, as if it had been held in someone's palm for a long time.

She retracted her hand, but she didn't see a bulge under the skin of her wrist. It seemed like something was swimming in the blood, and finally disappeared into the depths.

Above the nine-sky sky, Muchito was lying on the back of a huge black goshawk, with an empty small wooden box at hand.

He listened to the wind in his ears and smiled bitterly at the goshawk, "Camille, am I a failure?"

What responded to him was the intimate and loud cry of the goshawk.

"But at any rate, something was planted quietly, the Five Poisons' Life and Death Gu..."

"In this way, even if she is in danger, she can still save her life." After murmuring, Muchito suddenly showed a sly smile, which was exactly the same as Meng Jiang's smile when he was scheming people, "And Langhua also wants to miss me. "

"To be honest, I don't want to plot against her," he took out a wooden box again, took out the Phoenix Gu that he also got from Miaojiang Five Poisons and planted it for himself, "But if this life and death Gu is really used, I can also use this to make Langhua let go of her hatred. I just hope that she won't blame me then..."

He was talking to himself, in a daze, for a moment he wanted Meng Jiang to stop resisting him, but for a moment he didn't want Meng Jiang to really use this life and death Gu and just immerse himself in his own world. Take out the memories of when people were not like this and chew them carefully over and over again, tasting a little sweetness in the bitterness.

"By the way, I remember Langhua's favorite candied haws when we were young. When we reconciled, I would give her a lot of candied haws, wrapped in two layers of sugar coating."

At this time, Muchito is no longer a holy fire messenger who walks the world with his teachings, no longer a pure person with a heart like glass and a sword to kill evil, but just an ordinary young man who wants to make the important people happy.

The goshawk screamed, and Camille flew to the sky carrying her infatuated master.

At the same time, Meng Jiang, who woke up from his sleep, suddenly raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky. For some unknown reason, he silently recited, "The Holy Fire is shining..."

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.

Then she turned her head and met Tang San's clear eyes that hinted at concern, then she slowly gave a sweet smile and shook her head at him quietly.

Seeing his teammates coming out of their training state, Meng Jiang greeted, "Come, let's discuss the next game."

Everyone sat closer and discussed together. Tang San told all the information he knew, "The team sent by Wuhun Palace is our biggest threat this time. Only by defeating them can we win the championship."

The other seven people nodded, and Oscar frowned and said, "According to what Xiao San said, the Wuhun Palace's reward for the champion this time is three soul bones, so there is a greater chance that their participating team members this time should have no soul bones."

Dai Mubai continued: "So we should pay attention to whether they have martial soul fusion skills."

Meng Jiang agreed, but said, "But we may not be able to fight. The other party has three levels of fifty, but I am also level fifty, and the rest of us are all above level forty. Besides, if they have martial soul fusion Skill, then you have to see if you can break through my defense. It is not easy to achieve seventy times the attack power of my strongest attack."

If it really goes to the end, as the only member of the team above level 50, Meng Jiang must participate.