Douluo Continent: Blue Silver Twins, the younger sister Tang San!

Chapter 38 Little Third Sister: Brother, help me comb my hair!

Crack!

The oil lamp emitted a soft popping sound as it burned, emanating from its pink shade.

The light in the hall flickered.

Suddenly.

Tang Yin suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at the night sky outside the window.

As the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill was poured in, his eyes turned a purplish-gold color.

In an instant.

The ordinary, pitch-black night sky was suddenly illuminated by twinkling stars.

It was as if the stars in the sky had fallen to earth.

The four colors of white, yellow, purple and black intertwine and complement each other.

"This is----?"

Suddenly, Tang Yin's pupils contracted.

The light flowed like a waterfall, flashing continuously.

The soul skills unleashed by numerous soul masters flowed in an endless stream, like a torrent surging forth.

Tang Yin's extraordinary mental strength allowed him to sense the vast energy fluctuations within the body even from a great distance.

With the activation of his Purple Demon Eye, which was at the Mustard Seed level, Tang Yin seemed to see a golden sword light descending from the sky to the earth in a daze.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

At this point, all fluctuations of soul power vanished without a trace.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But Tang Yin knew that something big must have happened there.

This is yet another plot development that deviates from the original story's trajectory, which he was familiar with.

A butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the ocean.

Even slight changes can affect the overall direction of the situation and even bring about disruptive results.

This is the famous butterfly effect.

Tang Yin, this butterfly, has been flapping her wings in this world for 12 years.

The original plot trajectory has already been quietly altered.

"I need—greater power to have the confidence to cope with all changes."

Tang Yin understood immediately.

Click—!

The soft sound of the door lock turning.

A pair of small, delicate toes, as white as jade and a pale pink, stepped on the floor.

Her deep blue hair was enveloped in layers of bright moonlight.

Like a waterfall cascading down three thousand feet, it flowed along her waist and landed on her pert, peach-shaped buttocks.

The young mistress's delicate hands were tucked behind her back, her clear, sapphire-like eyes shimmering with moisture.

"elder brother."

Tang Yin gazed at his younger sister with gentle eyes.

We await her next move.

Two hours ago.

"Xiao Wu, you mustn't say such nonsense again, or it will put your brother in a difficult position."

After taking a bath, Tang San Niang sat on the edge of the bed wearing a thin nightgown.

She had an exquisite and beautiful face, with more delicate features than Tang Yin, adding a touch of feminine gentleness.

Her cherry-red lips were full and luscious, making her incredibly charming.

Even with a stern expression, such a face has no intimidating power whatsoever.

Especially in front of Xiao Wu.

"Third Sister, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Girls will definitely get married when they grow up, but where in this world are there any men as good as my brother—"

Where's the show?

Xiao Wu has her own set of logic.

She began to analyze, her slender, white fingers pointing out the flaws.

"My brother is handsome, has a great physique, is gentle and considerate towards me, and most importantly, he loves Xiaowu very much—"

Tang San Niang couldn't stand it anymore and quickly interrupted.

"But he's our older brother, Xiao Wu, don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Wu's pink eyes sparkled.

"But I was adopted, I'm not your biological sister."

"Third Sister, actually, ever since my brother was injured while helping me absorb whale brain, I had already decided that I would marry him when I grew up."

The clear, melodious voice, like the warbling of a nightingale, reached Tang San Niang's ears, as loud as a resounding bell.

This struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her stunned on the spot.

Tang San Niang's eyes looked rather blank.

Her loose hair fell down to Xiao Wu's calves.

She swayed gently as she stood up.

The dark silk carried a faint, sweet, and rich fragrance.

Xiao Wu's fair face, as smooth and radiant as a peach, was filled with longing.

"In this world, apart from my mother, no one has ever loved, cared for, or cherished me like my brother."

"Do you know, Third Sister—"

Xiao Wu is now tall and slender, even slightly taller than Tang San Niang. She gently pushed Tang San Niang down onto the bed and leaned over her.

He buried his head in Tang San Niang's neck, inhaling the familiar, unique scent of Blue Silver Emperor.

This tastes very similar to my brother's.

If one could smell the fragrance of herbs on my brother...

On Tang San Niang, there was a refreshing and pleasant fragrance.

The girl's soft voice was like a dreamy murmur.

"My mother said that if I find a man I love when I grow up, I want him to comb my hair once."

"I'm keeping that comb for my brother."

"When I reach the right age, I'll ask my older brother to comb my hair and entrust everything to him."

So that's why.

Their smooth foreheads touched, their pale pink eyes filled with tenderness and love. The girl whispered, "Xiao Wu would never joke about her own happiness."

Her tone was as firm as a vow: "I will definitely marry my brother in the future."

A rich, sweet, and warm aroma wafts towards you.

Tang San Niang's eyes darted around in a panic, and she subconsciously pushed Xiao Wu aside.

Her heart pounded wildly, like a deer's.

"You, you, you—you're being ridiculous!"

Tang San Niang had never been so embarrassed.

I just felt a tightness in my chest.

She dared not think any further.

"I'm going to the bathroom, you should go to sleep."

"After we finish purchasing the supplies these two days, we should head to Tiandou City. We need to make the most of this time to rest."

After saying that, Tang San Niang hurriedly closed the door to the washroom.

Looking at the mirror on the altar, she noticed that her cheeks were already flushed.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally calmed down thanks to his years of internal energy cultivation.

"Phew~"

"Xiao Wu is really being ridiculous—"

"How could you do something like this?"

Tang San Niang muttered to herself.

His tone gradually became firm.

"Yes, I can't be as willful as Xiao Wu."

After calming down, Tang San Niang lay down on the bed.

Xiao Wu asked with some concern, "Third Sister, are you alright?"

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much. I believe you will find a man as outstanding as your brother in the future."

"Xiao Wu".

"Um?"

"Shut up, or I'll beat you up."

Xiao Wu pouted and didn't dare to speak.

She really did get a spanking from Tang San Niang.

The eldest sister is like a mother, and that's no joke.

Her brother couldn't bear to beat her, but Tang San Niang still believed in the saying that "spare the rod and spoil the child," and secretly spanked her several times.

"Go to sleep!"

Tang San Niang turned her body to the side, with her back to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu is very easygoing and doesn't take anything to heart; she fell asleep quickly.

After half an hour.

Tang San Niang turned over, opened her eyes, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"How could such a thing be possible?"

He shook his head and closed his eyes again.

An hour later.

Tang San Niang opened her eyes again, sat up and looked at Xiao Wu with a complicated expression.

He remained silent for a long time.

Such a thing————

Tang San Niang sighed and stood up.

Pick up the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night, and prepare to organize the various hidden weapons in the storage soul artifact.

Combing hair — marrying my brother —

Xiao Wu's words lingered in Tang San Niang's ears.

When she came to her senses, she found herself holding a comb in her hand, as if by some strange twist of fate.

Tang San Niang's eyes became somewhat unfocused.

Let's return to the present.

Under her brother's gaze, Tang San Niang gently bit her lip with her pearly teeth.

Hold the comb in front of you.

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a warm and soothing tone at the end.

"Brother, help me comb my hair."

"ah???"

Tang Yin was taken aback.

Why is she coming to comb her hair so late at night instead of sleeping?

Are teenage girls these days so quick to jump around in their thinking?

Tang Yin felt like she was already quite old, even though she was so young.

I'm having trouble figuring out what my sister is thinking.

Hearing his brother's questioning voice.

The girl clenched her hands tightly around the sandalwood comb her brother had given her years ago.

Her delicate body trembled slightly as she placed her breasts against her full, round chest.

Upon seeing this, Tang Yin felt a buzzing pain in his head.

What can I do about the younger sister I raised?

"Okay, okay, I'll comb your hair."

The girl looked up in surprise.

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