[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

"They complained to you?"

Tang Lingyi raised her eyebrows, her expression full of "interesting" interest.

Tang San couldn't help but smile when he saw this, put down the dishes in his hands, then slowly came to sit beside her.

"No, Xiao Ao told me. But their expressions..."

"Emm, that's weird."

"Weird?" Tang Lingyi unconsciously bent the corners of her mouth. The look of her "prank" succeeding made Tang San unconsciously rub her head.

"What's so strange?"

"Does daring to be angry but not speaking out count?" Tang San answered in a low voice while holding dishes for her: "It's as if he thought I had some prehistoric giant beast raised in my house, sympathizing with and gloating at the same time. That Zhang My face... I almost knocked over my palette."

The color palette is quite exciting. but……

Tang Lingyi curled her lips and glanced at him: "...Who are you talking about about the prehistoric giant beast?"

Is she that scary?

"That's what they think." Tang San blinked innocently, "Granny has always been the most beautiful little fairy in my heart."

Little fairy?

Tang Lingyi choked, her face full of question marks: "? Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Why are you so nauseous all of a sudden?

Although they did not hesitate to directly confess their feelings to each other, and the euphemistic poems also silently told the story of the distant mountains and dark eyebrows, such weird but slightly exaggerated adjectives still make people unable to control themselves.

Her expression really shouldn't be too easy to understand.

Tang San lowered his eyes and smiled, and the thought of "It's true" flashed away.

Outside the hall, Ma Hongjun and Oscar filled his head with words about how to praise his lover, such as "tactful but direct", "don't be shy, rainbow farts can save your life"... Although they have repeatedly stated Tang Lingyi was unique, but how could the brothers who had lived among the thousands of flowers believe it? Tang San could only smile helplessly and let them go.

As for the "little fairy" just now, it is... a kind of trial.

Now it seems that he is indeed the one who knows me best~

The jealous man got today's satisfaction, and his mood value was +1.

"Don't you like it?"

Tang Lingyi thought about it seriously: "Actually, it's okay...but it sounds really awkward."

Tang San: "Then I'll be more tactful next time?"

And next time?

For a moment, Tang Lingyi had a vague fear of being "dominated".

"Okay, okay." She reluctantly responded, muttering in a low voice: "It's much better than the sugar baby that Zhuqing and Chenxiang complained about."

Tang Lingyi: Just, I can still bear it.

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"Pfft."

A gentle smile slipped through the tranquility of the room.

Tang Lingyi also slowly realized that this was someone's subtle "trick".

"You..." She wanted to show an angry look, but those awe-inspiring eyes made her red lips reveal another full curve.

The anger without much fuel disappeared silently, leaving only a shallow reproach: "You!"

Complaints were embraced, and feelings were lingering like smoke.

The weather in the God Realm remains unchanged, and it is easy to get bored just by looking at it.

But looking at it today, it seems to be brighter than yesterday.

Tang San turned around and stole a wisp of fragrant jade.

Tang Lingyi, who had been ravaged by Haosheng, didn't want to pay attention to him, and leaned on the wheelchair with her head in a daze, like a begonia after a sudden rain and wind.

"Is the goddess of life the wife of the god of destruction?"

Being asked this question unexpectedly, Tang San was stunned: "It seems so, but they have been separated for a long time, what happened?"

"No wonder..." Tang Lingyi thought of someone she accidentally saw when she was looking for trouble yesterday, and suddenly understood something.

"So this is a story about 'Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky will make her heart wander every night'?"

Tang San couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "There's no separation, so how can we regret it? Besides, why are you so curious about them?"

"Because gossip is human nature!" Tang Lingyi argued, "Everyone is curious!"

Tang San glanced at her silently, with a lingering smile in his eyes: Are you sure your instinct is to gossip? Instead of... lying dead and salted fish?

Tang Lingyi (pursed): Do you care about me? ! Just say whether you believe it or not.

Tang San (raising his hands in surrender): I believe it, I believe it. Don't be angry~

In order to show his sincerity in apologizing, Tang San tried his best to find the words that he had brushed aside and forgotten from the nook and cranny of his mind, and vividly told them to Tang Lingyi.

"...The two had different ideas and have not seen each other since they separated."

"It turned out to be a crematorium for chasing his wife who loves the country but not the beauty." Tang Lingyi concluded with regret and sighed, "So he is the villain boss in the storybook who has to shoulder everything?"

It's a strange statement, but...it is indeed somewhat appropriate.

Tang San asked curiously: "Where did you draw the conclusion?"

Of course, it is when someone reminds you not to just focus on the "snipe and the clam" and let the "fisherman benefit".

Tang Lingyi felt her head hurt when she thought of the oriole the man was talking about. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder: "I thought that the battle was the end, but I didn't expect that the hero at point x would struggle for a lifetime. Tsk tsk...boy, come on!"

After being infected for so long, Tang San had more or less learned to capture key words. After hearing this, the helplessness in his heart deepened. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch his wife's cheek and rub it gently a few times: "...How can I be called Long Aotian?"

He never said, "Don't bully a young man into poverty." So don't confuse him with those guys who have tons of confidante.

It seemed that he really didn't like this description. Tang Lingyi swallowed the "But it really seems like you" that was about to come out of her mouth and shrugged: "Okay, I was wrong."

"I know, grandma..."

Thin lips pressed against his forehead, and a slight sigh was mixed in the warm glimmer.

"I'll be careful, it's not that bad yet."

Hidden under the mismatched preface and afterwords is a slight worry, and the few words of banter are hidden concerns.

The above words are just a medium, a medium that alerts Tang San - although Douluo Dalu's story has ended, his story is still going on.

The male protagonist Long Aotian has a rough life, and there is never a moment of relaxation and peace. They experienced countless tragic separations before they were lucky enough to achieve perfection in the worldly sense at the end.

If you feel that everything is fine at this moment, there will be many troubles to make you fall into trouble later.

——Don't be careless, this is a roundabout way of implying.

However, perhaps in terms of growing up, he was not the least bit different from them.

But in terms of root causes, the two are still different after all.

"I'm not them."

"Just like - the world likes the flowers and moon on the spring river, but I only love the night rain in Bashan in this corner."

Tang Lingyi leaned quietly in his arms and responded in a low voice: "In the past, Li Yishu wrote "Jin Se" and it has been famous for generations, but the one that I miss the most is the inconspicuous Western Window."

"You have asked whether the return date has been announced, and I don't know... how long have you been thinking about this 'Yu Hua Bashan Night Rain'."

"Well……"

Tang San waved a wave of spirit power to close the sliding window, then picked up Tang Lingyi and walked into the house.

The hanging hair dangled in front of her chest, and together with the blinding light, her eyes were filled with white.

"If we don't see each other for one day, it will take three autumns. Maybe... there are dozens of spring and autumn periods."

"...Poof!"

Layers of gauze curtains block out all kinds of charm.

Accompanied by the continuous drizzle, the lone boat slowly sailed towards the other shore.

That day, the sky in Shura Temple had been overcast for half the night, and the enemies who consciously discovered the secret of Tang San's family discord could not help but shake their heads and sigh while being happy.

Everyone: ...We are all destitute people from the end of the world, but who doesn’t have a tigress in his family? It’s so pitiful and deplorable, oooooooooo┭┮﹏┭┮!

The following days passed by in a back-and-forth confrontation between Tang San and the God of Destruction.

Tang Lingyi didn't interfere much with Tang San's official affairs. In addition to eating and sleeping, she pretended to pass by the God of Destruction's house inadvertently to watch a play.

Tang Lingyi (peeping): How far is Chasing Wife’s Crematorium going? Are the ashes going to be raised? In order to avoid the he that makes people vomit blood later, should I add fuel to the fire in advance?

With the dual enjoyment of spirit and body, life can be said to be quite comfortable!

However, it seems that watching the show for too long will lead to retribution.

In an accident, someone in the God Realm fell into the lower realm. As a family member of one of the culprits, Tang Lingyi "had to" follow Tang San back to Douluo Continent to clean up the mess.

"Although I can't retire for the time being, it's still okay to travel for fun occasionally~"

Tang San recalled the envy on the faces of the other law enforcers before Xia Lin set off, and nodded in agreement: "If it takes too long, I'm afraid they will jointly report."

"Okay." Tang Lingyi blinked to reassure him, "We can just say that the fugitive is too difficult to find."

That's really pitiful...

Tang San pretended to cry tears of sympathy in his heart for a certain fugitive.

After decades, when I return to my old home, I inevitably feel a sense of right and wrong.

But the rapid changes will quietly disappear the alienation and clues.

The simple house became spacious and bright, and the stooped old Jack actually looked a bit younger at first glance.

Tang Lingyi glanced at the two people talking outside, and the excited voices she tried to suppress reached her ears from time to time.

Old Jack, who knew Tang San's identity, had protected the house very well. It was so clean and tidy that there was almost no sign that the owner had not returned home for a long time.

You can build a small courtyard behind the house, emmm, to dry medicinal materials.

Move the window to the left... it will provide good lighting and make it comfortable to take a nap.

We need to add another room next to it for the mistress to make hidden weapons...but it seems there isn't much space left.

Under such distressing calculations, Tang San also walked out after finishing his chat with his old friend.

"what happened?"

Tang Lingyi stated all her concerns.

"How about building a new house?" Tang San pondered, "Let Grandpa Jack give us a piece of land. Although this house is very meaningful, the environment is not very good. And everyone in the village has also built new houses. If you continue to live here, I’m afraid it will attract a lot of unnecessary prying eyes and trouble.”

Tang Lingyi, who was already inclined to rebuild, readily agreed.

"So what have you decided on?"

Tang San pressed his forehead against hers and chuckled: "How about the blacksmith?"

Tang Lingyi laughed at him for inheriting his father's legacy: "Along with an alcoholic?"

"No, an ear rake!"