MTL - Guardian of Douluo-Chapter 91

The four big characters on the top instantly captured his mind.

Yue Xuan, Tang San. In addition, the rest of the symbols Oscar does not know a single one, but by feeling, it should also be something like words.

Who is that person? Oscar touched the wound he had been kicked. Although it seemed to be a heavy hand, he woke up from a coma after just a while. The wound was just a pretense no matter how he looked at it.

Tear the four words off the note and destroy it, Oscar pushed the door out. No matter who it is, since he knows that he and Xiao San know each other, they can only be Shrek's acquaintance. And that Yuexuan seems to have to go.

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Standing in the well-decorated hall, Oscar was still a little shocked. When he came, he was still thinking about whether the owner would let him in, but he didn't want to say Tang San's name. was invited in.

How could he know that since the people in Yuexuan were cleaned up by Tang San last time, he would also consider the guests who came again, not to mention, he mentioned Tang this surname.

After about a cup of tea, a tall and slender girl suddenly appeared in front of Oscar, saying that someone invited him upstairs to talk.

Is it a junior? Does he know I'm here? With a suspicious attitude, Oscar followed the girl upstairs.

Send Oscar into the house, and the girl left, leaving Oscar and the person in the house alone.

"That, who are you?" Oscar looked at the person with his back turned to him, a little stunned, just in terms of hair color and temperament, this person doesn't look like Tang San. Is this a set? With a sigh in his heart, the Divine Zhuge Crossbow in his sleeve fell into his hand. With the convenience of the sleeve being covered, the Divine Zhuge Crossbow in his hand seemed to be ready to go.

"Xiao Ao, even if the brothers look different, you don't have to do it as soon as you meet, right?" A smiling voice blocked Oscar's next move, but after a moment's stunned , the Divine Zhuge Crossbow lit up directly in his hand. Now that he was discovered, he wanted to see who actually dared to pretend to be the core figure of their Shrek, Tang San.

"I said Xiao Ao, you put down Zhuge Shen's anger first, and I will prove to you that you are Tang San. And you know that I am here, someone must have told you, didn't he Tell you, has my appearance changed?"

Oscar sneered, the Zhuge Godly Crossbow in his hand motionless: "Who knows if you and that person are in a good deal, just wait for me to take the bait?"

Same."

Oscar saw the urgent look of the man, and his heart was shaken for a while, and then he firmed up his own thoughts: "It's quite similar, but I can tell you that someone really asked me to come to you, But he looks different from you at all, he is an uncle, he looks like he is forty or fifty years old, and he is very powerful."

The hope in Tang San's eyes disappeared again. That's right, if it's really Xiao Nian, how could Oscar not know that I've changed?

All kinds of thoughts kept popping up in his heart, but nothing showed on his face. Half a year of study in Yuexuan had taught him how to hide his emotions.

Oscar pondered the person opposite carefully, saw him say nothing, frowned: "Hey, who are you?"

Tang San habitually smiled: "Xiao Ao, looks can deceive people, but martial arts can't, you look at my martial arts, and then believe me or not, how?"

"You think I'm stupid and give you time to shine."

"I think you're really stupid." Tang San shook his head, the blue silver grass poised, wrapping Oscar in layers. Long before Oscar came, he had thought of the situation the two would face. The Blue Silver Grass had already been laid out, and he had to prove himself at this time.

He stepped forward, pulled out the Divine Zhuge Crossbow, and patted Oscar who was stunned.

"If I were a bad guy, if I wanted to arrest you, do you think that today, surrounded by a group of people, you can still walk out of Yuexuan?"

Oscar was stunned: "It's really... a mistress?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Shaking his head with a helpless smile, he released Oscar from the blue silver grass, "Tell me, why did you come to me, and who told you about me? Here? The teacher said that you went to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, why are you so desolate now?"

Tang San's series of questions irritated Oscar, he picked a few to answer, but hid the fact that he left.

"That's what I said, I met a middle-aged man in the Great Star Dou Forest, and he sneaked a note for me, except for your name and address. I don't know each other, so I can only come to you."

Slips? Tang San frowned, "Let me see what's written on it?"

Oscar touched his body for a long time and finally found it.

"That's it, I tore up the one with your name and address written on it, and I don't know any of the remaining ghosts." Oscar was still a little sad, and a note hit him. Into the abyss of illiteracy, this is nothing.

Tang San opened it slowly, and then, his body shook, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably. The conversation with Tang Nian when he was a child was imprinted in his mind again.

Little Tang Nian took his hand and wrote word by word on the ground.

, the two words are mixed together, and only we know, what do you think?"

"I knew you were the best brother to you." Laughing, he rushed up to hug Tang San, and Tang Nian continued his teaching.

The two figures almost overlap each other, and the sun shines on them, becoming a childhood memory treasured by Tang San.

How beautiful the memory at that time is, how painful Tang San's heart is now. When Tang Nian left him, his body was not properly adjusted. At the beginning, with the help of him and Acacia Broken Heart Red, it was only able to maintain the balance of his body's energy. Once he used his soul power, it would add a burden to his body. Simply Slaughter City doesn't need to use soul power, it's just right for the two to improve their strength, so Tang San agrees with Tang Hao's idea of ​​taking him to Slaughter City.

But Tang Nian left without saying goodbye. Looking at the familiar handwriting on the small piece of paper, Tang San's hands trembled uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, little three, what is written on it?" Oscar asked worriedly when he saw that something was wrong.

The author has something to say: In fact, it stands to reason that there are differences in the language spoken in the two eras of Xiaosan Xiaonian. However, let's just pretend that Tang San's world is empty, and he speaks modern Chinese ╮(╯▽╰)╭ Don't care about this little bug.

Small Theater:

Tang San: Say, did you expect us to part one day?

Tang Nian:(???︿???)How come, hug(づ￣3￣)づ

Tang San:…Ok, forgive you