Douluo's Fire

Chapter 272 Angry?Want to hit me?Do you dare to fight?

Mullah Akhtar Kumas, the boy who was called Tal by Wolf Three, let go of his hands clasping his chest, and squatted down beside Wolf Three and sat down.

Half propped up, Tal accompanied Lang San and looked into the distance, instead of answering Lang San's question immediately, he asked instead: "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

The stuffy atmosphere lingered here, and Lang San said a little depressed: "But in fact, it wasn't Mr. Dugu who helped His Majesty the Emperor in the palace recently. Amadi almost killed Uncle Tian Yang."

More than a week ago, Lang San and the others were invited by the eldest son of the Barron family, Amadi, to go out to play, and they met Tian Yang who was picking medicine for his daughter.

The process is very bloody, and the motivation is also very bloody.

As the eldest son of a nobleman in Tiandou City, he fell in love with the hemp grass that Tian Yang picked in his hand, and wanted to snatch it away.

After boiled with water, the decoction of Mawei grass can be used to relieve the pain of the sick and comfort people to rest.

His daughter accidentally suffered from an injury to her knee a few years ago, and it hurts badly every time it is windy and rainy.

It just so happened that he recently got a book from the north from a fellow villager.

He also knew the effect of hemp grass from there.

Therefore, when Amadi was about to snatch the hemp grass in his hand, he defended it desperately.

That was his daughter's hope for a good night's sleep.

Lang San made a move to block it. As he grew up in the village and studied in Lihuo Academy, he couldn't tolerate such a thing happening.

Not to mention, Uncle Tian Yang was targeted only because he was influenced by him.

Ye Li's reforms in the north have deeply hurt the interests of the traditional nobles.

After confirming that Lang San and the others were just ordinary students of Lihuo Academy, not Ye Li's direct disciples, they began to encounter all kinds of disgusting things.

The fact that Uncle Tian Yang's hemp grass was robbed was because Amadi deliberately robbed Lang San and the others out of disgust, just to see Lang San and the others' angry expressions.

The big nobles behind them used this to attack Ye Li's Lihuo Academy's prestige and destroy the fighting spirit of the Lihuo Academy's students.

No matter how good the reform is, in short, someone needs to do it.

If people collapse, no matter how powerful Ye Li is, he will not be able to take away the benefits of these traditional nobles.

Moreover, they didn't hurt the talented students from Lihuo Academy.

For this reason, every time they invite Lang San and the others to go out to play, there must be a soul king or soul emperor to protect the safety of Lang San and the others.

Guarantee that they will never suffer any injuries.

And when Lang San and the others asked to return the hemp grass to Uncle Tian Yang on the spot, they also returned it on the spot.

It's just that Lang San and the others will inadvertently hear how his daughter is doing like this, and what bad luck has happened to her recently, what a tragedy.

This time, it was because of the presence of Poison Douluo that they suppressed the great nobles behind them.

For the time being, I dare not play small tricks, for fear that the angry Poison Douluo will directly wipe out the clan.

But in the past, Wolf Three and the others have experienced this kind of thing several times.

Even if they reported it to Teacher Luan, it would only protect them for a while, not for long.

The cold wind blew rustlingly, and Lang San's heart was very cold.

He couldn't understand why Uncle Tian Yang and the others would deliberately harm them since they would never cause them any trouble in their entire lives.

As for not agreeing to their play?

Thinking of this, a layer of tears appeared in Lang San's eyes, and he tilted his face slightly and stubbornly wiped them away.

With a snap, Lang San turned his head following the sound, and found that Tal, who always paid attention to the image, was lying on the steps regardless of the dust, looking sideways at the sky slightly, and said in a faint voice:
"Wolf Three, do you want to hear a story about my childhood? A story that might give you some answers."

After falling silent, Lang San nodded and listened to the story of the man next to him who had never told him before.

The voice is faint, and the story is also faint.

Tal's family is also a noble family, and Tal is the son of the patriarch, but an illegitimate child.

Yes, a very bloody story.

Or it is a very common thing that happened among nobles in this era.

Because he is an illegitimate child, he does not have the right to inherit the nobility, nor does he have the support of his mother's family.

So when he was a child in the clan, he was like a transparent person, not many people cared about him, and no one came to deliberately obstruct him.

Therefore, at a very young age, when adults didn't care about his existence and were unwilling to waste energy covering it up, he noticed some darkness in this world.

Ye Therefore, when he first came to the academy, he looked down on Lang San the most.
Because he was stubborn, he didn't realize the great gift at all.

For a commoner, he was suddenly admitted to the academy with the title of Lord Douluo, what is it if it is not a great gift?
The elegant things that the nobles are accustomed to, or to put it another way, the sad experience among the commoners, slowly came out of Tal's mouth.

These were all things he had seen with his own eyes when he was a child.

When he first met them, he felt that those people were miserable, but when he saw more, and there were a lot of chuckles from adults who didn't care, he didn't have so much "compassion".

The change in tone made Lang San clenched his fists tightly, wanting to punch the handsome face in front of him.

Obviously such an unforgivable crime can be said so plainly, so calmly, as if they don't regard them as human beings.

Therefore, after Tal finished telling the story of his childhood, he suddenly stared straight into Lang San's eyes, and said in a very flat tone: "Are you angry? Do you want to hit me? Do you dare to hit me?"

The plain three consecutive questions were like the most painful three nails, firmly nailed into Lang San's heart, making his eyes red, wishing to trample the face that said these words under his feet.

With an angry "ah", Lang San clenched his fists and hammered on the floor, his nose was panting heavily, and his eyes were extremely angry.

"Why! Why is this happening! They are all the same people, why is this happening!"

The young man's angry roar resounded in the open space, but the sky was deep and wide, and no one answered his question, nor did there be an echo to him.

Yes, just a piece of silence, and the young boy's lonely roar.

The boy's classmate also looked into the distance with confused eyes, looked at the blue sky, and murmured in confusion: "Yes, why? Why did this happen? Perhaps only the dean knows why."

"Perhaps, it's because the dean said that he has no strength, no strength to fight for his rights as a human being."

"No power?!!!"

The teenager roared angrily.

"Yeah, no power."

The young man murmured in bewilderment.

(End of this chapter)