Douluo Dalu

The second hundred and eighty-five chapters of the little dance: Brother, comb my hair (middle)

The little dance was sitting next to Tang San, his feet swaying gently, his hands on the logs sitting down, raising his face, and being more delicate under the light of the moon and the moon.

Half a year has passed, high-intensity cultivation, enough nutrition, and the Shrek seven stranges that are in the development stage have changed. The height of Tang San has now slightly exceeded the little dance, reaching nearly one meter eight or so. The small dance is also the highest among the three girls, reaching an astonishing one meter seven five. Now Tang San is just over the 14th birthday, and the little dance is still slightly different from the age of fourteen.

Tang San’s shoulders are wider than before. The whole person still looks so ordinary and his eyes are restrained. If Shrek’s seven strangers and seven people walk together, he is definitely the least noticeable one.

Dai Mubai often makes fun of him, saying that the least noticeable is the most dangerous.

The growth speed of the little dance has slowed down. It has not increased since two months ago. The scorpion hair is still hanging over the calf. I don’t know if it was infected by Ning Rongrong, her skin is also It has become more delicate, and some parts of the girls have begun to develop.

The most attractive thing is still her long legs, round and straight, and I can't find any points. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing are also very beautiful, but they are also extremely envious of the legs of the little dance. The three girls themselves have their own characteristics. If the original little dance is slightly inferior to Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, she has looked more beautiful in the past six months, not only catching up with the two women, but even Some micro-reverse superpowers. But because everyone else is with her every day, everyone is not too strong.

"Little dance, not early, go back to rest. We will leave tomorrow." Tang San touched the little dance around him with his shoulder.

The little dance nodded gently, picking up the horizontal 'Acacia Heartbroin' from his lap, watching the radiance on the petals, sending a kiss to the mouth, smelling that only her I can feel the faint scent of flowers, said: "Brother, I have not reached the 40th level, are you disappointed?"

Tang San smiled a little, "How come? Your cultivation speed is faster than I thought. If you have not eaten the fairy medicine, I am afraid that your cultivation speed will exceed me. Not to mention other people. Little dance, cultivation should be gradual and gradual, and must not be too hasty. Otherwise, it is not good. If you are mad at the fire, it will be a big problem. You must remember your brother's words, there must be nothing. Our overall strength now. It’s already very strong, you don’t need to think much, you can’t use it for a long time, you can also set foot on the level of 40. I can be sure that if you are willing to eat this Acacia red, then your soul will definitely Beyond everyone and reach the strongest of us."

Xiaowu smiled and jumped up and said: "Do not worry, anyway, I will not drag everyone's hind legs. Brother, what time are you going to hunt for a soul beast?"

Tang Sandao: "Who can say this well. Although there are already several choices, but the specific situation depends on our luck. Whoever comes to the soul beast, who is going to hunt. The souls of several of us are Not similar, there is always something right."

Xiaowu nodded and said: "I hope everyone's luck will be good. Brother, can you help me comb my hair? My hair is a little messy."

Tang San stunned, and the request for "combing the hair?" was the first time that the little dance was presented to him. "But, when you go back to sleep, your hair will be different?"

The little dance spit out to Tong San. "You are so stupid. After I go back, I have been practicing until tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, the little dance took a comb from his arms and handed it to Tang San.

It was a wooden comb, it looked very ordinary, but the wood was very good. The dark purple comb was very fine on the wood. It was hard and tough, and a hint of woody fragrance was emitted from it.

If it wasn't for Tang San who had a purple konjac, he could see the subtleties in the dark, and he would think that the comb was black.

It is also because the purple mustard's mustard realm can't find cockroaches on its wood, he will be surprised.

"The wood of this comb is very good!" Tang San could not help but say.

The little dance nodded, and there seemed to be something more in the eyes. "This is what my mother gave me. It was made by my mother. The above-mentioned good sandalwood rosewood is carved from raw materials. Although there is no decoration, it is a mother. The last thing left for me."

Tang San never heard of the little dance and mentioned the family. At this time, she suddenly heard her mentioning her mother. She couldn’t help but miss a shot. When she looked at the little dance, she clearly saw it from her beautiful beauty. A little bit of crystal.

The little dance raised her hand over her scorpion, and untied the pink cloth tied at the bottom. Her eyes always looked at Tang San, the left hand held the bun, and the right hand slowly brushed from the root. The black hair of the hair is slowly spreading out under the action of her five fingers, just like a black waterfall gradually extending.

The light of the moon and the moon shrouded, and the hair was quietly scattered in front of the little dance. Tang San’s eyes could not help but be a little crazy. At this time, the little dance was really beautiful. Xingyue seemed to be her foil, only her. It is the center of this picture.

The little dance looked deeply at Tang Sanyi and slowly turned around with the hairpins. When the last tangles of the hairpins were gently opened, her head shook slightly, and the soft black waterfall shook. She has completely obscured her delicate body.

The long black hair of the satin has been hanging down to the ground, at least one foot to caress the logs under the feet. At this time, the little dance seems to have merged with the night. From the direction of Tang San, only the moving black can be seen.

Perhaps it was because the time of combing into a bun was too long, the long hair was scattered, and it was a large wave, and it swayed gently as the body of the little dance moved.

"Little dance, you are really beautiful." Tang San could not help but blurt out.

The little dance is facing Tang, but the tears in her eyes have slipped quietly, because she remembered her mother.

"Brother, help me comb my hair." The voice of the little dance was very light, with a slight trembling, and with fear and expectation. Waiting quietly.

Tang San just woke up and sneaked forward slowly, as if he was afraid of alarming the black waterfall under the star moon, quietly coming behind the little dance.

The left hand carefully rolled up the long black hair with a small dance body temperature, and the right hand rosewood comb gently fell, and a little bit of her hair was combed.

The faint fragrance came from the hair, and the fragrance made Tang San feel very familiar. It was not the rouge taste used by women, because Tang San knew that the little dance never used those things. It is even more impossible to smell the aroma of Acacia, because it is only a small dance to smell.

At this time, what kind of picture is this?

The stunning girl stood in front of the wooden house, surrounded by the secluded woods, the sky with the shy moon, the girl holding a moving flower in her hand, behind her, the stupid teenager, using the deep purple Comb, gently combing her long, soft hair.

Tang San is crazy, and he repeats the movements in his hands. The little dance is also crazy, and her eyes flashed with sadness.

......

"Mom, this comb is so beautiful! How can there be purple wood?" The delicate voice echoed in the forest.

"Stupid girl, this is made by mother with rosewood. Since you have made a choice, then mother will give this comb to you. In the future, if you can really find a man you love, then, Let him help you comb this comb. Women's hair, only one man can comb her up in her life, my mother bless you. I hope that one day, you can find the man who can hold long hair."

......

"Mom, do you know? I have found it." With a tearful smile, a faint smile appeared, following the man's long hair, her eyes fell to the moon, the bright moonlight seemed to It is the smile of the mother.

The long hair is moving gently under the comb, and the soft light flows. At this moment, the time seems to have solidified. Whether it is Tang San or a small dance, it is not willing to destroy the tranquility at this moment.

Early morning, Shrek College gate.

Flemish, Liu Erlong, Zao Wou-Ki, and the master stood in front of the college and looked at the seven children who were full of energy. Their hearts were full of pride.

Forty grades, this is the realm that the general soul teacher must reach in the 30s, and there is still a talented soul teacher.

But these children, the biggest is only seventeen, the youngest is less than fourteen, but they have reached this level.

Although there are some miracles, but more importantly, the talent of these little monsters is as amazing.

And as their excavator, how can Flanders and others not be proud?

Ning Rongrong touched her behind the little dance, whispered: "Little dance, how is your hair combed a bit?"

The little dance is a red face, and the eyes are unconsciously drifting to the side of Tang San. Although Tang San’s ear power is not as good as eyesight, it is quite good. Ning Rongrong is next to him and Xiao Dance. Her words are also heard by Tang San. When I arrived, I was watching the little dance at the same time. The two eyes were in contact with each other in the air, and they could not help but drive away.