[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Ah, well, she was still angry as expected. Meng Jiang looked calm on the surface, but with her character, it was impossible not to be angry. Meng Jiang will definitely take revenge tenfold or a hundredfold.

She pursed her dry lips and squinted her eyes to estimate how much time had passed. A dim room, a silent environment where you can only hear your own breathing. There are no windows and you can't see what's going on outside. The only source of light is a lamp lit outside the railing. A thick candle is burning slowly, surrounded by flowing water. The wax oil is almost burned out.

In such an environment, it is easy for people to lose their sense of time and gradually lose their mind.

However, because the warrior soul master is in good health, she is not very sad now. According to this consumption estimate, two days should have passed.

For two days, Meng Jiang was locked up in this cell that didn't look like a prison cell. No one came to see her, not Sang Ji or Bibi Dong.

This made Meng Jiang start to think about the other party's purpose. What do they want to see? Do you want to see her collapse? Then that lamp should not be lit, and the cell should not be covered with this layer of fur.

She guessed that maybe when the candles burned out, someone would come to see her. But Meng Jiang was not entirely sure.

She grabbed the collar around her neck again. For two days, this thing didn't respond at all, as if it was just a decoration.

Feeling a little impatient in his heart, Meng Jiang gathered his soul power with both hands and pulled hard——

"what--!"

A strong electric current suddenly emerged from the collar. Meng Jiang's body trembled violently, and she instantly felt paralyzed all over her body. This was followed by severe pain, which penetrated her bones and almost made her roll on the ground.

I don't know how long it took before the pain in my body gradually subsided and my body's powerful repair ability began to work. In front of Meng Jiang's eyes was still a large area of ​​blackness caused by the electric shock, and his vision was blurred and he couldn't see anything at all.

She shed tears without feeling anything. She fell to the ground and took a deep breath, as if she was lacking oxygen. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her body was still twitching unconsciously.

Moving his body with difficulty, Meng Jiang blinked his eyes, and a string of crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Her slow thinking began to work gradually. Just now... what happened?

Opening and closing his lips, Meng Jiang let out a dull groan of pain, and then he realized that he had been shocked. The voice in her ears was hoarse and rough. Since the current came from the collar, which was a fatal weakness, it was naturally the most severely injured, destroying most of her original soft and delicate voice.

But...what exactly triggered the electric shock? Was it because she pulled the collar, or was it because she used her soul power? Or is it because of the triggering of double conditions?

After finally regaining his composure, Meng Jiang gritted his teeth and decided to try again.

It wasn't that she wanted to torture herself, but Meng Jiang still wanted to know more clearly what kind of situation she was in.

One-third probability, I hope my luck can be better.

After making some mental preparations, Meng Jiang tentatively used her soul power again, but before her fingertips touched the collar, the familiar electric current flowed through her body like lightning again.

"Well!"

Even though she was prepared, the pain still made her groan, and then she could no longer make a sound, and even breathing was painful.

Okay, now, Meng Jiangke knows what the triggering condition of the collar is - soul power.

How could she forget that her luck has always been bad, so she still needs to try after being so unlucky? You will know what your first choice is.

"Alas..." The candlelight went out, and from the darkness, someone suddenly sighed and said, "Ajaan, what are you doing? My heart almost breaks when I see you like this."

Meng Jiang was startled by the sudden voice. She was tortured by two powerful electric shocks and became unconscious. She could not detect anyone coming.

"...Sang...Ji." She said weakly, feeling sick after hearing the other person's words.

She didn't feel the pain of being betrayed by Sang Ji, because after she was betrayed, Sang Ji was no longer her friend, and she... looked down on him.

It was a condescending look at a bug.

When the name that only Tang San could shout came from Sang Ji's mouth, Meng Jiang felt not only disgusted but also angry.

The other party took out another candle from somewhere and lit it, replacing the previous candle that had burned out. The dim candle flickered on and off, casting large shadows on Sangji's face.

"Pretending." She forced herself to do it, and regained her embarrassing posture. Even though her body was still trembling and twitching in pain, her expression was extremely sarcastic.

"Don't blame me." Sang Ji seemed to be hurt by Meng Jiang's sharp attitude, "I do it because I love you, but you don't love me, so I had to do this."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang laughed, with a cold look on his face that was completely drained of color. She lowered her voice because of the pain in her throat. Her hoarse voice made her look more like a ghost, completely revealing her gentle mask in front of outsiders.

Like a goddess who is innocent, like a goblin who enchants people's hearts, like an evil ghost waiting for an opportunity to move.

gorgeous.

Sang Ji was fascinated by her current charm. It is a contradictory yet harmonious temperament.

He was originally shocked by Meng Jiang's true face, but his heart was trembling with excitement. Meng Jiang like this had an even more fatal attraction for him.

You see, we are so similar that we were meant for each other.

"You and I are so alike." Meng Jiang said, "I don't blame you."

"Really?" Sang Ji's eyes lit up, and there was some hope in his heart, but he also had ninety-nine points of disbelief.

He had done such a thing to her, but she didn't complain?

Meng Jiang nodded in reply.

They are very similar, so if Meng Jiang complained about Sangji, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

"But... is this your love? If this is your love, then I am really miserable when you love me." Meng Jiang's dark eyes looked at him calmly, looking down on him, "To put it bluntly, I did the bad thing with good intentions in the first place, and the bad thing didn't harm anyone else, it only harmed myself - it was purely something I asked for."

They are very similar, but if it were Meng Jiang, his methods would never be so crude.

But after saying a few words, Meng Jiang felt like he was about to vomit blood from his throat.

She really didn't want her voice to be completely destroyed, so she kept silent.

Seeing that Meng Jiang was silent, Sang Ji said to himself, "Do you know where this place is? A fifty thousand year old soul beast was once imprisoned here. The fur you are lying on now is the fur that I had people peel off from it." Come down."

Lazily lowering his eyes, Meng Jiang thought to herself, should she still feel honored? She was really a rare commodity, and in the eyes of the Wuhun Palace, she was treated like a 50,000-year-old soul beast and was guarded and imprisoned.

Sangji added: "You stay here obediently. Someone will bring you water and food later. Don't lose your temper and eat well. After all, only when you have strength can you better think about how to get out of trouble, right?" ?”

Meng Jiang's heart moved.

Of course she wouldn't stop eating because she was angry. No matter it was normal food or food with added ingredients, she had to eat it, because what Sangji said was very reasonable. She couldn't starve herself to death before that. die.

...I just feel a little frustrated.

After only two days apart, Meng Jiang suddenly missed Tang San.

"A Jiang, what are you thinking about?" Sang Ji saw Meng Jiang looking like he was in a daze, and couldn't help but frown, with deep reluctance and impatience hidden in his eyes.

He was about to lose his patience with Meng Jiang's indifferent attitude towards him.

And Meng Jiang just thought that Tang San had said this to her before, but at that time, when Tang San said these words, his eyes were full of helplessness and connivance towards her.

So she touched her throat, indicating that her voice was hoarse and she didn't want to speak for the time being.

Sang Ji clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost dug into his flesh. Even though he had robbed Meng Jiang, he still couldn't leave any trace in her heart.

His reason gradually slipped into a more dangerous abyss because of Meng Jiang's contempt. If she can't make her like and fall in love with him, then... what about hate?

Simply imprisoning and snatching power could not make Meng Jiang put him in his eyes. In other words, it was precisely because of his actions that Meng Jiang changed his attitude towards him.

Originally, they could be called friends.

But Sangji didn't want to stay in this position that seemed close but was actually far away. He was actually very greedy.

At first, Sangji just wanted to see Meng Jiang again. Then he really saw Meng Jiang and hoped to keep looking at her from a distance like this, but Meng Jiang left. When Sangji finally had the ability to find out Meng Jiang's whereabouts, he was already controlled by the desire to miss her and wanted more - first he wanted her person, and now, he wants her heart.

This desire has gradually become morbid and has become all the driving force for him to go on.

He can't turn back.

Seeing that Meng Jiang didn't answer, Sang Ji said very thoughtfully, "Then A Jiang, don't answer anymore and take good care of your voice. You also discovered that as long as you don't use soul power, the collar will not be triggered."

Meng Jiang rolled his eyes silently in the shadows.

--nonsense.

Can't you tell her something she doesn't know?

Then Meng Jiang heard Sangji say: "From now on, there will always be people delivering meals. A Jiang, you don't have to worry about being hungry anymore. Also... the teacher may come to see you later, you... don't be willful and don't offend." Teacher, otherwise I won’t be able to protect you.”

These few sentences finally revealed some useful information.

Meng Jiang nodded and acted obediently, but the depths of his eyes, hidden only in the shadows, were gloomy and terrifying, as if they were poisoned knives, trying to cut off the enemy's flesh and blood bit by bit, peeling the skin and removing the bones.

Bibi Dong came to see her, which was interesting. The two heirs chosen by the Rakshasa God finally met officially, but unfortunately one of them had become the prisoner of the other.

From Sang Ji's words, Meng Jiang understood that Bibi Dong would not kill her, which was good. No matter what the other party wanted to do to her, it was good to save her life.

The gap between her and Bibi Dong is too big. Nowadays, she has to bear the torture no matter how severe it is.

Her cheek touched the soft fur, and the place she was in was indeed the Spirit Hall. Under Bibi Dong's nose, no matter what she does, there will be no hiding. Therefore, the best way is for her to leave Wuhun City, even if she is detained in another place.

So Meng Jiang endured the severe pain when he spoke and said, "I'm missing. They will definitely guess that Wuhun Palace did it."

Taking a breath, Meng Jiang continued, "Don't you know, before you tied me here, I also met Haotian Douluo, Tang San's father. Didn't you notice him at all? trace?"

"Tell me, what would they do if they knew what happened to me?"

Meng Jiang said this paragraph like a threat, but what he said was hinting that if they really knew that Meng Jiang disappeared at the gate of Wuhun City, it was probably the work of Wuhun Palace, then they would face Haotian Douluo and Shrek's Revenge.

Perhaps Tang Hao alone, even if he is the youngest Titled Douluo, even if he possesses the most powerful Spirit Clear Sky Hammer and a hundred thousand year spirit ring, cannot compete with all the Titled Douluo in Spirit Hall, but He's still a huge threat.

Therefore, Meng Jiang was hinting to Sang Ji that she should be transferred and leave Wuhun City.

Meng Jiang believed that as long as she was no longer being watched closely under Bibi Dong's nose, the maneuverability would be much greater.

When it comes to speaking skills and scheming, Sangji is naturally no match for Meng Jiang.

In addition, if what Meng Jiang said is true, then Wuhun Palace must consider this major threat.

Sang Ji's face gradually became solemn, but he still tried to use a gentle tone and said to Meng Jiang, "I'm leaving. You stay here well, and I will let others take care of you as much as possible."

After speaking, he turned and left the cell.

He must report this matter to the teacher.

In the cell, the girl looked weak and haggard, but the smile on her lips was getting bigger and bigger, and the arc she raised looked a bit weird in the flickering candlelight.

The bait has been spread out, now we are waiting for the big fish to take the bait.