[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Fortunately, Flanders suddenly thought of a question, interrupting the delicate atmosphere at this moment, "By the way, little monsters, what level of soul power are you at now?"

Meng Jiang: ...Dean, you might as well not ask.

Ma Hongjun said proudly with a feeling of asking for credit: "Teacher, I am now level 57, not bad, right?"

Flanders was stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't want his disciple to be too proud, so he struck back, "Well, just give it a try."

Then he looked at the others: "What about you?"

Dai Mubai said: "I will advance to level sixty-four soon. Zhuqing has just passed level sixty and got the sixth soul ring. Rongrong's cultivation level should be similar to hers. As for Xiaosan, it seems that it will be soon." It’s close to level sixty.”

Tang San nodded and said: "I am now at the peak of level 59, I should be close."

Xiao Wu continued: "I am now level sixty-one."

Until now, only Meng Jiang had not answered, so everyone turned their attention to her.

Dai Mubai speculated: "Meng Jiang, you have already reached the fifty-second level before. Although soul master training becomes more and more difficult as you progress, but five years have passed, you should be above the sixty-fifth level, right?"

Meng Jiang smiled at him politely but awkwardly, and subconsciously looked at Muchito as if asking for help, "I..."

Tang San saw this detail, and his heart sank again. He had previously detected that Meng Jiang's current soul power had barely reached level 50.

Muchito received Meng Jiang's distress signal, stepped forward, put his arms around the girl's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Langhua's level will be kept secret for now, and I will scare you when I tell you."

Someone helped to rescue him. Meng Jiang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but he lowered his head under Tang San's serious gaze, and quietly raised his hand to poke Muchito's arm off.

——She is really guilty.

With this sentence, everyone thought that Meng Jiang might be in the breakthrough stage now, so they wisely stopped prying and waited for possible surprises in the future.

Flanders was very happy to see the little monsters making such great progress. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he came up with a "brilliant" idea and began to extract the remaining value from several people.

So they agreed that tomorrow, except for Meng Jiang who could not show up because he was still wanted, the rest would show their cultivation achievements in front of all the students at the school. And Liu Erlong also dug a hole for Flanders and Zao Wuji, and put up a poster without telling them, saying that Shrek's return to the Six Monsters would join forces with the two of them.

On this day, the eight people were arranged to rest in the college, each with a room, and someone gave them meals. Because according to Flanders, they want to maintain a sense of mystery, so it is best not to go to the cafeteria to eat.

In order to perform well in tomorrow's exhibition match, most people chose to have a good rest. Moreover, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun traveled a long way back to the academy, so they naturally went to bed earlier.

And at this night when most people went to bed early, Meng Jiang was blocked in the room by Tang San.

Originally, she was preparing to rest, but just as she was about to lie down on the bed, a "dong dong dong" sound came from the door. And judging from the source of the sound, the altitude... why was it so low?

When I opened the door and looked down, it turned out that the little machine pig was hitting the door with its nose. Meng Jiang suddenly felt a stomachache, which was definitely caused by Tang San, and she didn't want to appear in front of Tang San at all - she wanted to avoid him.

Closing the door with his backhand to shut out the trap piggy, Meng Jiang quickly jumped onto the bed and covered his head with the quilt, making an ostrich pose.

Outside the door, the little piggy kept banging on the door, and the sound could be heard no matter how hard it was blocked.

"Hey, is anyone here? It's too noisy here, and you can't let anyone sleep." Someone knocked on the door to give advice.

Lifting the quilt, Meng Jiang put on his hood to cover his face, trotted over and opened the door, saying awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The person at the door frowned tightly, but seeing that Meng Jiang had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, he nodded and reminded, "Be careful, everyone is basically asleep."

"Okay, okay." Meng Jiang agreed quickly.

Watching the man go back to the house, Meng Jiang kicked the machine pig angrily, "I made you, you're a stinky thing with elbows turned outwards."

She didn't dare to let the little pig outside the door anymore. After thinking about it, if she extended her head and retracted her head, it would be the same as a knife. It would be better to die early and be born early. So Meng Jiang came to Tang San's room with the little piggy in his arms and a tragic mentality of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never come back".

Time returns to the present.

"I thought, Ajiang, you wouldn't come." Tang San pressed Meng Jiang against the door and said meaningfully, squinting his eyes.

"If I don't come again, I will be scolded to death for disturbing the people." Because he was in the way, Tang San took the little pig into the Twenty-Four Bridge on a Moonlit Night. Now there was no barrier between the two of them, so Meng Jiang extended his He used his hand to support Tang San's chest, trying to distance himself from him. The current height difference between the two of them really put a lot of pressure on her.

"That's it." Tang San smiled coolly and stroked Meng Jiang's smooth cheek with one hand, "Then A Jiang, do you know why I want to find you?"

"Uh, don't you want to settle a score with me?" She answered cautiously, pressing her face closer to the other person's palm and rubbing it flatteringly.

"So, tell me where you went wrong." His thumb rubbed the corners of Meng Jiang's eyes, and Tang San picked her up and threw her on the bed, making Meng Jiang dizzy for a moment.

Hey, Tang Xiaosan, did you get the wrong script? What kind of bloody domineering CEO script is this? You took the wrong medicine?

——Of course she dare not say this now.

Pressing the person down on the bed again, Tang San directly used the Blue Silver Emperor to tie Meng Jiang's hands to the pillars on both sides of the bed, to prevent someone from trying to escape. He was so leisurely that he looked down at Meng Jiang, hoping to see what kind of flowers the other man could talk about.

"I, I shouldn't have lied to you..." She tilted her head and evaded her eyes, knowing that Tang San must have made some guesses about the wanted matter all the way back to the academy. Maybe he already knew that she had not seen Tang San. Hao. However, she spoke vaguely because she was not sure whether her guess was correct and therefore did not want to throw herself into a trap.

And Tang San could see what Meng Jiang was planning at a glance, and pointed it out clearly, "Dad did say that he has never seen you, so Ajiang, why did you go to the Killing City? Is that what you said? 'Is it important'?"

He covered Meng Jiang's ear, and the hot breath from his mouth and nose made her ears itch, and then she blushed. Her red fruit-like ears looked so cute.

Meng Jiang bit her lip, endured the trembling all over, and was speechless. What she wanted to do was indeed an "important thing", but what it was she didn't want to tell Tang San, but she couldn't lie to him anymore...

Seeing Meng Jiang not speaking, Tang San's heart dropped, feeling heavy with disappointment. Wasn't he worthy of A Jiang's trust? But while he was disappointed, he also had a feeling of "it's true", as if he had expected that Meng Jiang wouldn't answer.

"If you don't want to talk about this matter, let's talk about another matter." The young man's voice was a little cold.

What's the other thing? Apart from the decline in soul power, there is nothing else important.

Meng Jiang suddenly felt panic and twisted her wrist to break free from the Blue Silver Emperor's restraints, but couldn't find a way, so she set off the holy fire to burn it - it wasn't that she couldn't use evil intentions, it was just because she was afraid of accidentally hurting Tang San - But she forgot...

"Ajiang, you forgot, my Blue Silver Emperor, Huo Mian." Tang San's dim eyes were like the calm Arctic Ocean in the polar night. He directly reached out and grabbed the vines attached to the holy fire, "You are afraid, you are What are you afraid of? Afraid of me? Or afraid of me asking that question? "

The girl shook her head, with some pleading in her eyes, and called him softly, "Tang San..."

The holy fire gradually went out, but Tang San's sleeves were still inevitably burned and damaged. At the same time, the fire seemed to burn along his skin and into his heart.

Tang San closed his eyes and refused to look at Meng Jiang, which made him feel soft-hearted. He hardened his heart and asked coldly, "A Jiang, why is your soul power declining?"

"Most of the time before you went to find me, you said that you were captured by Sangji and taken to the Spirit Hall, so was it because of him? What did they do to you?"

The young man's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the soft part of the girl's heart every time, smashing the outer shell and uncovering the inside, regardless of whether it was fresh or rotten inside.

Tang San's question pointed directly at Meng Jiang's embarrassment.

She shouldn't have come, she expected that Tang San would ask her, but she didn't expect that his questions would be so ruthless.

Meng Jiang is such a proud person, but what happened to her was that someone stepped on her, broke her spine, and then said to her, "I did this all for you. ".

She had never suffered such humiliation. She felt aggrieved, so she wanted to act coquettishly to those close to her to seek comfort. However, if she were asked to tell her what she had suffered, she would never be able to say it.

Tang San also felt very aggrieved. He felt that Meng Jiang didn't trust him enough. You can tell me what injuries you have suffered and what hardships you have suffered, and you can tell me and let me face it with you.

This is Tang San's idea.

He didn't want to see Meng Jiang hiding all the scars in the dark, and then swallowing all the blood and tears in front of him as if nothing happened.

Meng Jiang's attitude was too dissociated. He was talking sweetly to you one moment, and then he was talking coldly to you the next. However, Tang San felt that it didn't matter and could be treated as a little fun between the two of them. He accepted Meng Jiang's strange temper as it was, but he couldn't stand being kept in the dark and didn't want Meng Jiang to lie to him.

He had endured it for a long time before, but the result was that the person he cared about most was newly hurt, so he didn't want to endure it anymore.

"Ajaan, you hide everything from me, and when I find out later, I feel like a waste." He laughed to himself, "Isn't it fun to hide it from me and lie to me?"

Tang San showed his heart to Meng Jiang, but what he wanted was something the other party was unwilling to give, so all he got in exchange was silence.

——He finally got angry.

When tender love turned into violent punishment, didn't Meng Jiang say nothing? Then there is no need to say anything more. Tang San directly blocked all her panic and begged for mercy, pinched her slender waist and bit her lips, like a beast out of its cage, wanting to skin her, break her bones, drink her blood and eat her flesh, and this beast was still her own hands Raised.

This is complete suppression. With soul power, physical strength, body shape, and momentum, whether it is psychologically or physically, Meng Jiang can only retreat steadily, and all resistance is in vain.

Her eyes were dim with tears, and she could only see Tang San's eyes, hair, and the shaking ceiling.

Dark blue was everywhere as far as the eye could see, like a turbulent sea, with dangerous ocean currents hidden in it. If it caught her, she would not let go easily. It would drag her all the way to the end of the sea, where there was a bottomless abyss.

Meng Jiang loved the sea, but at this moment she felt the terror of the deep sea.

She was thrown high by the waves and then fell heavily. Her eyes were swollen like peaches. Her originally delicate voice could only sob and let out a broken and hoarse muffled sound. Her whole body seemed to have been dismantled and reorganized. It seemed to be rusty, the joints were sore and stiff, and even the strength to move the fingers was robbed.

She finally wanted to say that she was wrong, but Tang San ignored her confession.

After another weightless fall, Meng Jiang allowed his consciousness to fall into the darkest abyss.

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