Tang San didn't know how he came back.

Just remember...

He stood stunned for a moment, then took out the clothes from the soul guide, put them on randomly, lowered his head and ran away frantically.

Every glance was like a sharp sword, piercing Tang San's heart fiercely.

even if...

There was no mockery in some of the looks.

I ran all the way here and there, not knowing how far I had traveled, let alone where I was now.

The only thing he could tell was that he was still in this small town.

Walking to the nearby pond in a daze, Tang San knelt down, facing the turbid but calm water, and turned his face slightly.

A bright red slap mark still remained on his face.

As time went by, this bright red mark did not fade, but became more pure red; and his face also became a little swollen.

From this we can see how heavy Xiao Wu’s attack was at the beginning.

Stretching out his hand, he touched the swollen red mark on his face as if there was no one there; Tang San laughed unconsciously, seemingly ignoring the unbearable stinging feeling.

The low laughter was mixed with a little hoarseness.

as well as...

A touch of madness.

It seems to be mocking itself, and it also seems to be silently questioning the world.

...

The man sitting high on the throne looked calmly at the ground, as if he could clearly see the almost crazy young man in the human world through the mist.

After a while, he shook his head slightly.

"More suitable for that madman..."

He said this.

I don’t know which god this “madman” refers to...

Destiny cannot always fall in love with one person.

The same is true for luck.

In the human world, there are countless emotions such as unwillingness, anger, resentment, and even many others.

Emotions, however, do not remain unchanged forever.

If we really observe them one by one, and then select suitable human beings as the divine examiners...

Then he, the god, would probably be exhausted!

I don’t have the energy or the mood.

Qi Luck had already helped Tang San once before. In a short period of time, he probably wouldn't be able to help Tang San again.

So, without anyone knowing it, fate changed again and kept going...

Tang San didn't know.

Lu Yuan didn't know either.

But compared to Tang San, Lu Yuan undoubtedly has a lot to thank for his soul.

Time travel and reincarnation are not the same.

Therefore, Lu Yuan did not have any theory of luck.

Even now, Lu Yuan still has no luck.

What he has is just part of the luck shared with him by the Three-Eyed Golden Raider.

Therefore, before he got into contact with the Three-Eyed Golden Tiger, his luck had not been very good.

But in this world where world consciousness has not yet awakened...

Luck is just a help!

What really determines the development of things depends on personal strength!

...

Tang San had no idea that he had just been chosen to give up by a strange god.

At this moment, he was sitting dully in the hotel room; his eyes were dull, and he completely failed to notice the eager expressions on the faces of Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.

"What's wrong with mistress?"

Liu Erlong himself has a hot temper and hates Meng Hulu most in his life.

It's a pity that there are two boring gourds in front of her...

Therefore, after a short wait, looking at Tang San who was still in a dazed state, and Yu Xiaogang who looked worried but didn't know what to say, Liu Erlong couldn't bear it any longer.

Directly stretched out his jade palm, grabbed Tang San's collar and pulled Tang San up.

Facing Yu Xiaogang, she would definitely not dare to do this.

But facing Tang San, Liu Erlong, who considered herself Tang San's master wife, still dared to take action.

Seeing that Tang San was like a pile of mud and might fall down at any time, Liu Erlong suddenly felt a hatred that iron could not become steel.

"Stand still!"

A loud shout kicked the confused Tang San out of his dazed state.

"Two dragons!"

Yu Xiaogang frowned and shouted.

Liu Erlong's plump figure froze, and the second half of the words that came to his mouth were not uttered in the end.

He raised his head again and looked at Aunt Liu and the worried-looking Master Yu Xiaogang in front of him. Tears flowed down Tang San's cheeks and fell to the ground.

Valley Bass

The man bleeds but does not shed tears.

Unfortunately, in Tang San's opinion, this sentence was completely bullshit.

For Tang Sect disciples, their own lives are the number one priority.

Secondly, it is your own reputation.

Of course, there are also a very small number of Tang Sect disciples who, knowing full well that they cannot survive, choose to die to clear their reputations.

after all...

No Tang Sect disciple wants to experience the punishment methods of his own sect.

Therefore, words related to integrity and dignity such as "A man bleeds but not sheds tears" can only be ranked third or fourth among Tang Sect disciples.

It just so happened that the grievance Tang San suffered today was a matter of "reputation".

Therefore, he shed these tears without any burden on his heart.

"Teacher...Aunt Liu..."

The chapped lips opened, and Tang San spat out hoarse, even slightly aphonic words.

Fortunately, this time, Tang San's mental quality was pretty good; he didn't faint from exhaustion, or vomit out his hard work due to exhaustion.

It’s right to think about it.

After being hit so many times, I should have made some progress.

The sadness on his face faded slightly, Yu Xiaogang waved his hand to signal Liu Erlong beside him, then stood up, held Tang San's shoulders, pressed Tang San on the sofa and asked:

"Xiaosan, tell the teacher, what happened?"

Liu Erlong, who was pouring water silently on the side, heard this and glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who looked anxious, speechlessly.

Judging from the obvious wear and tear on the soul guide, it was probably a battle.

Look at the disheveled clothes again, and they are not the original clothes...

He probably had his clothes blown off.

The child may feel ashamed and shameless, so he gets into trouble...

but...

What's going on with that red palm print on your face?

However, this is not the time to continue to dwell on this issue.

It’s hard to get the child to stop asking questions. How can you, the teacher, continue to ask questions at this critical moment?

Isn’t this just looking for trouble!
To be continued...