[Douluo x Jian Wang 3] The sun and moon remain the same

——Senior brother, why do we have to help the emperor of the Central Plains fight the war? Isn't it better to stay in the desert?

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——I have a Chinese name, which was given to me by my senior brother.

——My name is Lu Jiu.

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--Snowing.

——The first heavy snowfall in Yanmenguan.

——They will come back alive, right?

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——Ilal! ! protect yourself! ! !

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——The fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond.

This is……?

"Wake up!!"

The young man's voice sounded distant and close.

Am I not already dead?

——Don’t sleep, Yilal.

——Senior brother...

——Mingzun will bless you.

Tang San was reborn in this world called Douluo Continent for five years. No one could tell what happened in his previous life. Maybe he would carry this secret with him until the end of his life. This is what he thought until today.

But just now the child lying on the ground covered in blood, with tattered clothes and his hair was muddled said two words. Although it was very faint, he still captured the almost forgotten pronunciation. For a moment, I didn't know which was more shock or joy, and the unspeakable loneliness seemed to be driven away.

The birds in the forest were startled by something unknown, and at the same time, Tang San was awakened. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the wounded boy was already very weak. ‘We must save him. ’ Tang San picked up the boy and hurried to the village.

"Dad! I'm back."

Tang Hao walked out of the back room unconsciously, and a strong smell of blood filled the room, which was not spacious. He looked at the little boy carrying Tang San behind him and frowned: "Who did you bring back?" Tang San froze, his joy diluted. He didn't know how to explain to Tang Hao: "I'm going this morning I found him in the forest when I was exercising." He paused and said, "Dad, let's save him, shall we? Let him go when he wakes up!" Even if he wakes up, he can't just let the child go. , but Tang San felt that it was better to leave the person behind and talk about it first.

For a long time, just when Tang San was about to think that Tang Hao would not agree, the other party walked to the door and said, "I don't care about his life or death." Tang San felt happy and said quickly: "I will take good care of him. !Dad, I’ll cook in a minute!”

After placing the boy on his bed, Tang San grabbed the boy's wrist and checked for his pulse. As the saying goes, medicine and poison do not separate families. Although he is better at making poison, he still felt uneasy and felt his pulse before going to a doctor. Tang San was confused. He had just seen the boy vomiting blood, but he couldn't detect any internal injuries when he checked his pulse.

Tang San walked to the door and planned to find a doctor, but he stopped after taking a few steps and returned to the bedroom with a wry smile. He had no money to hire a doctor, so he could only treat the trauma first. The boy's body was covered with scars, and these wounds were earlier or later, and the causes were different. There were also some new wounds that were smeared together with blood and clothes, which made Tang San tremble.

——What evil did I commit in my previous life?

——Who allowed you to get up?

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——Having a dog is more useful than you!

——Sleeves rolled up.

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——Silly boy, are they doing it for your own good?

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"Little San." Tang Hao put down the hammer in his hand and looked at Tang San who came out of the bedroom. After Tang San came back from exercise in the morning, he went to the bedroom to check on the boy he had rescued three days ago: "What's wrong, dad?" Tang Hao looked at Tang San, who was still holding the blood-stained gauze in his hand, but didn't speak again, and shook his head. : "Go and cook." Facing Tang Hao who hesitated to speak, Tang San was a little confused, but he still nodded and went to cook.

When Tang San returned to the bedroom, Tang Hao had already gone out to buy wine. When he returned to the bedroom with water, he saw the boy lying on the bed staring at the ceiling: "You're awake!" He walked quickly The boy beside the bed looked worriedly at the person on the bed. His amber pupils were blank: "You..." He readjusted his tone and said in his native language that he hadn't used in a long time: "You've been sleeping for three days. Do you want to Want to drink some water first?" The person on the bed didn't respond, as if he was just an empty shell.

Tang San put down the bowl, walked to the door of the bedroom, made sure there was no one at home, and then came back and continued: "My name is Tang San. Are you...are you from..." He suddenly paused, and said carefully: "Are you from the Central Plains?"

——I have a Chinese name, which was given to me by my senior brother.

Tang San looked at the man lying on the bed and opened his mouth, then he remembered to pick up the water beside him, and carefully brought the spoon to the boy's mouth: "You are covered with injuries, it's best not to move too far away, and drink some water first." Right." The boy shook his head, Tang San's shadow finally appeared in his pupils. He opened his mouth again, but still no sound came out. Looking at the boy's movements, Tang San suddenly realized something. His tone was full of disbelief: "You can't speak?" The boy lowered his eyes and nodded.

"I...can I take a look?" Tang San put the bowl back beside the bed, and said cautiously: "I know some medical skills, I can help you take a look." Maybe it was because he saw nothing better than standing beside the bed. The expectation in the eyes of the person who was much higher than the bed nodded obediently.

Tang San sat on the bed and reached out to touch the boy's neck. There was no trace of trauma: "Open your mouth and let me take a look." He lifted up the Purple Demon Eye and found that there was no sign of injury in the throat.

The boy looked at the helpless Tang San and moved his fingers to lift up Tang San's clothes. The latter noticed the other's movement: "What's wrong?" The boy moved his fingers again, and Tang San understood: "You want to write to me? ?" Tang San stretched out his palm to the boy's hand.

【medicine】

"you know!?"

The boy nodded, unbearable flashing in Tang San's eyes: "Don't be discouraged, I also know a lot about poisons. Not every poison will make people speechless forever. Maybe it will be better after a while." The boy did not respond. Tang San's words.

"You, what's your name?"

【Lu wine】

"Lu Jiu..." Tang San tightened the hand on which Lu Jiu had just written his name: "My name is Tang San. This is not the world it once was. I... am about the same as you." Tang San paused: " The language here is different from ours. If someone is here, I may not be able to use the Central Plains dialect to you." Lu Jiu nodded, Tang San didn't know if the other party understood that the world was different in that way.

But he didn't want to talk too much, or put too much pressure on Lu Jiu. When he changed Lu Jiu's clothes and bandaged his wounds in the past three days, he saw something that the child might not want to mention. Probably because he felt that he was from the same world, Tang San instinctively wanted to get close to this person.