[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

After bidding farewell to Tang San, Xiao Wu, Tang Hao and several teachers, Meng Jiang suddenly felt a little confused. To be honest, she didn't actually know where she was going. She only knew that it was not a good place to stay for a long time, so she picked up a stone, faced the city gate and threw the stone back, preparing to see where the stone landed and go in that direction.

But she didn't hear the sound of the stone falling to the ground, only a painful cry of "Ouch!"

——Oops, I’m afraid I hit someone.

She turned around anxiously: "...Sangji? Is it you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The young man rubbed his head and then put down his hand. The place where he was hit was blocked by a strand of broken hair, making it difficult for Meng Jiang to see the extent of his injury. His eyes flickered quickly and he said softly, "You... want to leave?"

"Yes." Meng Jiang nodded, "The game is over, so of course I want to go back."

"Hmm..." Sangji responded softly, and the eyes that Meng Jiang liked so much suddenly stared at her without blinking. The color in them was very gloomy, which made Meng Jiang a little confused.

"...What's wrong?" Meng Jiang's heart suddenly jumped, "If nothing happens to you, I will leave...?"

"Wait!" Sang Ji suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Meng Jiang's wrist, clasping his fingers tightly on Bai Zhi's wrist like a lock.

Meng Jiang frowned slightly, feeling a little pain in her wrist, "If you have something to say, just say it, don't hesitate." She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Those three soul bones that belong to the champion...why don't you want them?" Sang Ji asked in a breathy voice, his words light and airy, as if he was returning from the other side.

"That's it?" Meng Jiang felt even more puzzled, "It's just not suitable." She felt that she had wasted too much time and wanted to leave in a hurry. She also considered that Sang Ji was her friend and shouldn't show too much. I was impatient, so I calmed down.

She could see that this was not what Sangji really wanted to say, but she had no intention of waiting for the other party to tell her true feelings, so her words were farewell, "I really have to leave. When I have the opportunity later, I will I’ll come and play with you again.”

Turning her wrist to signal the other party to let go, the hand holding her relaxed for a moment, and then tightened the grip, and the owner of the hand pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, "Meng Jiang...I..."

The young man's voice was trembling a little. He held the back of Meng Jiang's head and rested his chin on his thin shoulder. He could not see that the young man's beautiful red eyes were filled with a layer of water, and his delicate facial features turned into something that made me feel pity for him. The person with those eyes is intolerable.

——He was about to cry.

"I like you... I like you so much..."

Meng Jiang's struggling movements paused, and the palm he had concentrated on to slap the opponent suddenly lost its power, and he instead tightened his grip on the clothes on Sang Ji's back.

Her voice was calm: "But I don't like you."

After thinking about it, she decided to speak more decisively, grabbing the other person's clothes and pulling him back gently, "I'm in love, you won't get a response from me. If you don't want to be friends with me, you can continue to hold me. .”

Then, she felt the body of the boy holding her tremble violently, "Is it really... that there is no chance at all?"

"No." Meng Jiang replied decisively, "I really want to leave, let me go, Sangji. I know you are a good boy."

Sangji didn't answer, nor did he let go of the arms that restrained Meng Jiang.

Silence filled the entire space. The boy's body gradually stopped shaking, but his breathing began to become heavier.

Meng Jiang finally realized something was wrong and started struggling again, "Sangji, let go!"

The soul power was condensing in the palm of her hand, which made Meng Jiang feel even more uneasy. However, she did not feel the slightest malice, so she hesitated to place the palm.

But she saw the young man suddenly laughing, his hot breath spraying against her ears, calling out from his thin lips the title that only Tang San would call her, "A Jiang."

He said: "Good boys are turning into bad boys."

With a palm that hit Sangji's back heart, the soul power dissipated without warning, and then the whole body's soul power disappeared instantly. At the same time, Meng Jiang could feel the familiar power appearing in Sangji's body.

She opened her eyes wide in panic, her originally red lips lost their color and trembled, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining Sangji's shoulders red.

The next moment, Meng Jiangruan fell unconscious in Sangji's arms.

The boy's face turned pale, and the flame in his eyes extinguished after catching the girl's body, and then gradually rekindled, burning into a prairie fire. Because the excessive amount of soul power was taken away in an instant, Sang Ji's whole body ached for a moment, so he slowly returned part of Meng Jiang's soul power to him.

He supported Meng Jiang's body with one hand, and wiped a handful of the still-warm fishy sweetness on his shoulders and neck with the other hand, and dyed Meng Jiang's lips vermilion again little by little, "A Jiang, you Can't leave anymore."

"The teacher doesn't allow it, and neither do I."

If Meng Jiang could still hear Sangji calling her, she would definitely feel sick.

She relied so much on her keen sense of evil thoughts that she didn't notice Sangji's possessive and destructive love for her, so she capsized in the gutter.

Pure malice will be noticed by her, but love, the kind of love that will pull the other person together even in death, is ignored by her. Originally, Meng Jiang was the one who should have realized that Sang Ji was the most similar to her.

That heart has long been soaked in black.

When he woke up again, Meng Jiang was already a prisoner.

There seemed to be a sweet and fishy taste still lingering in her throat. She moved her body, and the sound of metal friction and collision sounded in her ears.

Oh, wow, she was imprisoned.

After sitting up, Meng Jiang adjusted to the dim light, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

It was obvious that this was a cell, it was cool and not humid, it could even be called very clean, and what she was lying on was still thick and warm white fur. Meng Jiang saw that this kind of fur came from a rare spirit beast, and someone luxuriously used this fur to cover the entire floor of the cell.

There is no soul power in her body like before, but her current level is estimated to be equivalent to an ordinary three-ring soul master.

She looked at the chain that locked her ankle. It was made of unknown metal material, and the other end was fixed to the wall. Anyway, Meng Jiang couldn't break free now. She also wore a collar around her neck, which seemed to be a kind of soul guidance device. I don't know what it did. Surveillance? Or... does it also come with some other small functions?

Well, it seems now that her treatment as a prisoner should still be at the top VIP level.

"Tsk." Meng Jiang sneered, lowered his eyebrows, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

——It’s really ironic.

There was no crying, no collapse, no fear, no yelling at the top of her lungs to let her out, and no pain and hatred of betrayal and deception. Meng Jiang just moved the fur that had been spread toward the wall to ensure that when she sat against the wall, her back could rest on the fur without directly contacting the cold wall. Then she huddled in the corner, quietly Sitting quietly, not knowing what to think.

To outsiders, Meng Jiang was just in a daze.

But in fact, Meng Jiang's hand quietly moved to his waist through the cover, and touched the pear velvet silk bag that had been hanging there.

The pear velvet silk bag has been bound to her for a long time. Others only thought that this small bag was empty and contained nothing, but in fact it contained twenty-four storage spaces.

But unfortunately, there is nothing stored inside that can help Meng Jiang escape from this predicament. The only two things that can be used as weapons are a silver hairpin that she usually uses to see blood, and the other that she uses as a toothpick. The dragon's beard needle.

Neither of these two things, in her current state, could kill the enemy with one blow.

So Meng Jiang just touched the silver hairpin, feeling a little at ease, and hid the small ball of the dragon's beard needle in the gap between her nails. Then she stopped moving and only thought about every detail of the incident in her mind. detail.

The first time she met Sang Ji was when she treated the other person to a meal, then she met the other person who became an apprentice in a wood shop, and bought the wood from him to make the shell of the mechanical piglet, and then, in Wuhun city.

Meng Jiang didn't understand why Sangji had become "deeply in love" with him after they had just met each other before. However, she seemed to understand Sang Ji's emotional state towards her at this time, which was similar to her towards Tang San, but her methods seemed gentler and not as simple and rough as Sang Ji's.

But simple and crude methods are sometimes very useful. Wasn't she caught here now?

Meng Jiang later realized that Sangji was very similar to her. Then, she can infer the other person's thinking pattern through herself.

Now it seems that Sangji should not be tempted to resort to such despicable tactics as "If I can't get your heart, I'll get your body" just because of an emotional blow, but she has to be wary of the other person's "Can I get it?" When it comes to you, I will destroy you”…

Wait, she doesn't seem to have any capital to resist now - if the other party is determined.

The ability to deprive others of their soul power should be the other person's innate skill, because Meng Jiang did not see Sangji activate his martial spirit. And he still has some soul power, which means that Sangji's body cannot withstand excessive power for a long time.

...Damn it, there was too little information, and she couldn't deduce Sangji's specific abilities.

Where is she now? Wuhun Palace? Probably, after all, Sangji is Bibi Dong's disciple, and Bibi Dong is the heir of the Rakshasa God with her, so she would like to have Meng Jiang stay under his nose and be monitored at all times. Then, what she is experiencing now must be due to Bibi Dong's instruction, but based on her understanding of the pope, the other party should have killed her to eliminate the root cause.

——Presumably, this is because of the mulberry thorns.

If that was the case, would she still be grateful to Sangji for saving her life?

Oh, if she had known this, she should not have been hanging around with Sangji at the gate of Wuhun City, nor should she have invited him to eat three years ago. Her casual behavior was not even considered kind, but she dug a hole at this time. Buried himself.

Meng Jiang even regretted why he didn't strangle Sangji directly.

——She thought viciously.