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

Because Friend said there would be classes scheduled in the evening, which didn't sound relaxing. Lu Jiu and Tang San returned to the dormitory after coming out of the dean's office.

The little white cat on his shoulder returned to the dormitory and quickly ran to Lu Jiu's bed, occupying the middle position on the bed and curling up into a cat ball to sleep. Seeing its skillful movements, Lu Jiu couldn't help but touch his chin and thought that this was the first time he had seen a cat that liked to sleep so much.

I was so lazy that I ate too much and didn't gain weight. Lu Jiu's bed was occupied by Qiuqiu, so he had no choice but to sit on Tang San's bed.

Tang San had been observing Lu Jiu's expression since he came out of Flanders' office. What Flanders said just now was very serious. Although Tang San could understand Flanders's thoughts, from Tang San's perspective, he was angry no matter what.

But he couldn't be angry with Flanders, he could only blame himself for not being able to protect Lu Jiu. Tang San glanced at Lu Jiu who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and then lay down next to him, and whispered: "Xiao Jiu, The dean doesn’t know, so don’t be angry.”

Lu Jiu had his eyes closed, but when he heard these words, his beautifully curved and thick eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Tang San, with confusion in his eyes.

Tang San lowered his eyes and did not see Lu Jiu's puzzled eyes, but Lu Jiu saw Tang San's eyes full of self-blame. He reached out and touched Tang San's head, just like Tang San touched his head before, gently brushing the slightly long hair. Tang San followed Lu Jiu's strength and looked up at him: "Xiao Jiu... it would be great if I could be stronger."

Lu Jiu smiled and reached out to explore the small bag on the bedside.

[What happened today was already thought of when I decided to fight Zhao Wuji with you. 】

Tang San opened his eyes slightly and called Lu Jiu softly, with confusion and surprise in his tone. Lu Jiu pursed his lips and continued to write, "If it were just for fighting, with the cooperation of you and me, we could have fought like that with Zhao Wuji." 】

Tang San was slightly startled when he saw this sentence, he had actually forgotten this. Whether he was sparring with Lu Jiu or going out to fight together, it was very rare for Lu Jiu to take the initiative to control someone or a spirit beast with murderous intent.

As an assassin who hides his actions in the silent night, Lu Jiu is always very careful about murderous aura or intention and rarely shows it.

Except for the first time at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, fighting with the group of work-study students. At that time, it was to scare those arrogant people, so Lu Jiu used murderous intent, but he was also very restrained.

Before and after this, whether it was killing the mandala snake or getting the second soul ring together later, Lu Jiu never had strong murderous intent or aura in his eyes.

"Then why are you!" Tang San's voice was a little excited. If Lu Jiu had controlled himself, Flanders wouldn't have pressed him like this today.

Lu Jiu knew that Tang San had this question, he lowered his head and slowly wrote, "Third Brother, once a person's suspicion arises, it will take root in his heart, and the longer it goes on, the harder it will be to eliminate it." ] Lu Jiu had already thought about these things clearly when he was about to fight Tang San and Zhao Wuji.

He originally thought that Tang San could figure it out, but seeing Tang San's self-blame look in his eyes, he thought it would be better to explain. Although Tang San was very skilled, he was always prone to being stubborn in his worldly ways.

[The opponents we face will become more and more powerful in the future. It is absolutely impossible to fight like Nordin in the past. I can't guarantee whether I will take advantage of this in subsequent battles. If it is discovered again at that time, how to explain it? 】

Tang San was dumbfounded. Lu Jiu's past was too simple. Even his parents couldn't find out. It really couldn't be explained in any way.

[By that time, I’m afraid not only Flanders but everyone will be thinking about it. Same teaching, why am I doing this? Why can it be retracted and released freely? Is there anything else hidden? Is there another purpose? Is he an undercover agent of a certain force? At that time, all the details of past experiences will be infinitely magnified and become triggers. Even the master's guarantee may not help. 】

Lu Jiu rubbed the hand that was holding the pen and felt a little sore from writing [The people in this school are not that simple, we don’t know them. But Ning Rongrong said it himself that Zhao Wuji was opposed to Wuhun Palace, and Ning Rongrong's own identity was also very special. I'm afraid there were people from the Qibao Glazed Sect around the school secretly protecting Ning Rongrong. There are also Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing. These two people are obviously related to each other, and their identities may not be that simple. Do you remember that Dai Mubai said that his family supported the school's finances? 】

Tang San nodded. This was what Dai Mubai himself said on the way to the fourth exam on the day they first entered school.

[In such a hidden school, it is absolutely impossible for Flanders, as the dean, to allow unknown and dangerous people to appear in the school. He cannot afford to gamble, and he does not dare to gamble. Rather than being discovered passively later, it is better to admit it proactively. Some things are best hidden if not hidden. 】 Lu Jiu put down the small book and smiled at Tang San.

There was another thing he didn't say. What he said was based on the premise that the master would mention him and Tang San in the letter. If the master didn't mention it at all, then Lu Jiu might not be able to stay in this school.

After reading Lu Jiu's words, Tang San couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. During the fourth exam, when Lu Jiu signaled him with his eyes, Tang San only thought that Lu Jiu was asking for Zhao Wuji's help because Xiao Wu was short of breath. Not happy.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jiu thought so much in a short period of time: "Xiao Jiu..." His voice was slightly hoarse. Lu Jiu raised his eyes and saw Tang San. There was no hesitation in the other person's eyes as he had imagined, but instead he was filled with deeper self-blame.

Lu Jiu couldn't understand Tang San's thoughts. In fact, he and Tang San had many different views, so he would easily go astray whenever he tried to guess Tang San's thoughts.

Tang San didn't say anything else. He stretched out his hand to rub Lu Jiu's naturally curly hair, picked up the small book that was placed beside their pillows, tore out the page full of words written by Lu Jiu, and burned it.

Apart from him, no other person can see this. He is willing to believe in the master, and he wholeheartedly cooperates with the master's instructions to come to Shrek, even though he knows that his classmates at Shrek Academy may become teammates fighting side by side in the future. But the second person must not know about Lu Jiu.

After Lu Jiu explained to Tang San, the two of them lay face to face on the bed, chatting. Of course, it was mainly Tang San who was talking, and Lu Jiu would occasionally write a few simple words on Tang San's palm in response.

In a daze, Tang San felt like he was back in the Holy Soul Village, when he and Lu Jiu were like this, lying on the bed that was not spacious, he would occasionally say a few words, and Lu Jiu was holding him. He wrote a few simple words in the palm of his hand, feeling carefully the touch and slight tingling brought by the fingers in the palm of his hand.

In the dark night, only the moonlight shines through the window and shines on Lu Jiu, making him feel peaceful and peaceful.