Douro Continent

Chapter 523 Oscar Returns, Copying the Mirror Sausage (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Yes." The master's idea coincided with Tang San's, and Tang San quickly and respectfully agreed.

Tang San retrieved the Eight Spider Lances and put his shirt back on.

The master sighed, "Xiao San, don't be sad about Xiao Wu's situation. Since there's a possibility of reviving her, we still have a chance. What do you plan to do now that you're back?"

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, it seems that the Spirit Hall is plotting to rule the entire continent and further strengthen its influence. They want to eliminate all voices that could affect them. Neither you nor I can reverse this situation on our own. You chose to submit to the Heaven Dou Empire, but I don't want to do that."

"Oh? So what do you want?" Grandmaster came this time to have a serious talk with Tang San. He originally wanted to persuade Tang San to join him in assisting the Heaven Dou Empire. After all, the power of a large empire is immense. If used properly, it is a shortcut to contend with the Spirit Hall.

Tang San frowned slightly and said, "Teacher, relying on the strength of the Heaven Dou Empire is certainly a feasible method. However, I believe the internal situation of the royal family is too complicated. I don't have the time, nor am I willing to get involved in these complex struggles. That would have too great an impact on my cultivation and future prospects. Before coming to the academy, I met Senior Dugu Bo. His words deeply moved me. You must also be careful..."

At that moment, Tang San recounted in detail what Dugu Bo had told him to the master.

"...Senior Dugu Bo may not know everything, and I don't think Xue Beng is any better than Xue Qinghe. The relationships involved are too complicated. I'm afraid that after all our hard work, we'll not only fail to achieve our goal but also get dragged into it. Rather than that, it's better to develop our own strength. Perhaps I can't deal with the Spirit Hall in a day or two, but it's still easy to cause them some trouble."

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Grandmaster's face darkened. For days, he had been consumed by hatred, and his decision to forge closer ties with the Heaven Dou Empire had been largely ill-considered. Now, after hearing his disciple's account, he gradually came to his senses.

"It seems this Xue Qinghe is no ordinary person. Not only us, but even Sect Master Ning is probably kept in the dark. But where did he get that mixed poison? Could there be a poison-wielding soul master even more powerful than Poison Douluo?"

Tang San shook his head and said, "I don't know either. But if I were to hypothesize, there might be Soul Masters stronger than Poison Douluo who use poison, but such an outstanding Soul Master has never appeared on the continent yet serves Xue Qinghe. That can only prove one thing: this Soul Master must have a huge force supporting him. And judging from the situation of Senior Dugu treating Emperor Xue Ye, the force behind this is obviously not the Heaven Dou Empire itself. So, it must be from outside."

The master's expression changed. "You mean, it could be the Star Luo Empire?"

Tang San shook his head. "No, what I fear most is that the power behind this is the Spirit Hall."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent as both Grandmaster and Tang San, master and disciple, fell into a brief moment of contemplation. After listening to Tang San's brief analysis, Grandmaster suddenly felt a heavy weight in his heart. If things were truly as Tang San said, then what had been the point of training these Soul Masters all these days?

"Teacher, this is what I'm thinking. I plan to establish my own sect. But I want to develop it slowly under the protection of a powerful force. This way, I'll have ample time to prepare, and the power I possess will belong to me. No matter how I deal with the Spirit Hall in the future, having a sect to rely on will allow me to attack or defend as needed. It will make things much easier for me."

The master asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

Tang San shook his head and said, "Emperor Xue Ye trusts you implicitly now, you can't leave. Although the internal situation of the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family is complex, we can't completely abandon them. Once things stabilize, I think a struggle between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall is inevitable. They're using you to train their spirit masters, so why can't we use you to deal with the Spirit Hall?"

A hint of relief suddenly appeared in the master's eyes. "Little San, you've really grown up. It seems you can do many things well on your own without my guidance. Tell me your plan in detail. I will do everything I can to help you."

Tang San smiled slightly. Over the past few days, he had sorted out his thoughts and had a general idea.

With a sharp, penetrating voice, Tang San began to explain his plan in detail to Grandmaster. The master and disciple discussed the matter in the room for two full hours. When Grandmaster left Tang San's room, the coldness in his eyes had faded considerably, and besides a sense of relief, the smile on his stiff face did not disappear as he left.

With his discussion with his teacher, Tang San's plan became more complete. After seeing the Grandmaster off, he went directly to the courtyard, released his spiritual power, and probed towards the room where Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun were cultivating.

Ma Hongjun seemed to have just finished cultivating when Tang San's spiritual energy directly condensed, triggering his spiritual power. He summoned Ma Hongjun. Ning Rongrong, however, was still cultivating. She had suffered considerable blows these past few days. Constantly missing Oscar, and with such a major event occurring in the sect, she stayed at the academy primarily to clear her mind and avoid thinking about the sect's affairs.

As the next successor to the sect, she shouldn't have run away like this. But now, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has even had its own sect destroyed. Ning Fengzhi, in his extreme anger, also felt somewhat disheartened. He only had one daughter, Rongrong, and naturally didn't want her to suffer further grief among the clan. Therefore, he allowed her to cultivate at Shrek Academy.

"Third Brother, what do you want?" The fat man stretched his body forcefully, his small eyes almost invisible due to the fat on his face, but the occasional glimpses of his eyes were indeed gleaming.

Ma Hongjun is arguably the most carefree of the Shrek Seven Devils, but also the happiest. His unburdened state allows him to act without restraint.

There's no need for beating around the bush between brothers. Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun and said, "Fatty, I want to start a sect, and I hope you can help me."

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment. "Establish a sect? Third Brother, you're not joking, are you?"

A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. "Isn't the Spirit Hall going to hold a new competition to determine the seven major sects in a year? Then let's cause them some trouble."

The fat man chuckled, "Making trouble, I like it. Maybe during the Seven Great Sects Tournament, my heroic performance will even attract some naive girls to throw themselves at me."

Tang San said irritably, "What else is on your mind besides women?"

The fat man smiled wryly, "I don't want to either! But I was influenced by that evil fire when I was a child, and I got used to the taste of women. Now, if I don't touch a woman for a few days, I get restless. All six of you are in pairs, and I'm all alone. If I don't find some fun, won't I die of boredom?"

Upon hearing the fat man mention being in pairs, Tang San's eyes dimmed slightly, and he remained silent as he looked at Xiao Wu in his arms.

Ma Hongjun naturally noticed Tang San's gloomy mood and quickly said, "Look at my mouth, I've said something I shouldn't have. Third Brother, don't mind me. What kind of sect do you want to start? I'll definitely help you. We're brothers, why do you need to ask my opinion? Just tell me the name of the sect first, and I'll give you some ideas. We need to come up with a cool name."

Tang San's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "I've already thought of a name for our sect. It will be called: Tang Sect."

"Tang Sect? Why does that sound a bit strange?" Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San with confusion.

Tang San took a deep breath. Tang Sect, the home where I lived for nearly thirty years, this is the only way I can remember you.

Even when he was very young after arriving in this world, Tang San dreamed of establishing the Tang Sect and spreading its unique martial arts throughout the Douluo Continent. Now, he is about to realize this wish, but it cannot be as simple as he imagined in his childhood.

Ma Hongjun said, "Third Brother, aren't you from the Haotian Sect? Won't your Haotian Sect have any objections if you establish your own sect?"

Tang San smiled calmly, "The Clear Sky Sect has closed itself off. Although I have already returned to my ancestral sect, the Tang Clan and the Clear Sky Sect are not in conflict. From now on, we can have a mutually dependent relationship. As for what happens in the future, that depends on how our Tang Clan grows."

Ma Hongjun chuckled and said, "Third Brother, I've only just realized that you're a man of ideals. Anyway, I'll follow you. Right now, the Tang Sect is just the two of us. You're the sect leader, so how about I be the vice sect leader?"

Tang San chuckled, "The sect hasn't even been established yet, and you're already thinking about becoming an official. I've already figured out the specifics of how to establish the sect. We'll start making arrangements in the next few days. You'll be the vice sect leader, fine, then. I'm going out for a bit to take care of some things. If Rongrong wakes up from her cultivation, tell her to wait for me; I have something to discuss with her."

Before Ma Hongjun could answer, Ning Rongrong's voice came from the room, "Third Brother, just say what you need to say now. I've finished my cultivation."

The door opened, and Ning Rongrong walked out of the room. The once extremely lively and active girl now appeared more composed, and her pretty face even showed signs of vicissitude.

Ning Rongrong glanced gently at Xiao Wu in Tang San's arms, trying her best not to let her sadness affect Tang San.

Tang San asked, "Rongrong, how is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School doing now?"

Ning Rongrong sighed and said, "What else could we do? When we first arrived in Tiandou City, we stayed at the academy for a while. Later, at the invitation of Emperor Xueye, my father led the clan to move to the palace. Emperor Xueye specially set aside a place for us in the palace."

Tang San said, "I'd like to see Uncle Ning, but not in the Heaven Dou Empire's palace; it's too crowded and noisy there. I have something I'd like to discuss with your uncle. Rongrong, could you please ask Uncle Ning to come here?"

Judging from their identities, it should naturally be Tang San who goes to pay his respects. However, Ning Rongrong could tell from Tang San's solemn expression that her third brother must have something important to discuss with their father. Without hesitation, she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go find Father right away. Tonight, how about it? Is that alright?"

Tang San smiled and said, "No problem. Then I'll trouble you. However, apart from Uncle Ning, don't let anyone know that I've returned. Especially those people in the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family. Tell Uncle Ning my exact words, and he'll understand my predicament."

Ning Rongrong smiled and said, "What's the trouble? Do we really need to say such things? Don't worry. Dad will definitely want to see you too. It's been five years since we last met. If I didn't tell him, he definitely wouldn't recognize you."

Ma Hongjun, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh and said, "What you said is too ambiguous. If other people heard it, they would think that you two have a special relationship."

Ning Rongrong glared at him and said, "You fatso, don't talk nonsense in front of Xiao Wu. I'm leaving."

Tang San said, "Let's go together. I also need to go out for a while." His idea to establish the Tang Clan was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a well-thought-out one. A sect can't just consist of him and Ma Hongjun.

After leaving Shrek Academy, Ning Rongrong smiled and bid farewell to Tang San before heading towards the imperial palace.

Just as Tang San was preparing to head to his destination, his mental energy suddenly fluctuated slightly, and a feeling of being spied on made him more vigilant.

Although he did not use the Blue Silver Domain, as his mental strength increased, even if Tang San did not deliberately control it, there would be a layer of mental energy magnetic field around his body. This range was not large, but if there were any obvious mental fluctuations targeting him, he could immediately detect them.

This is the entrance to Shrek Academy, so Tang San is naturally not afraid of anything. His gaze is fixed, and a chilling killing intent suddenly spreads from his body, piercing towards the direction that is watching him.

Around the corner, a figure dressed entirely in gray emerged. This person exuded an unpredictable aura, and Tang San was surprised to find that he was unable to lock onto the opponent even without using the Killing God Domain.

This person's aura reminded Tang San somewhat of Ghost Douluo, though he was far less powerful. The energy fluctuations emanating from him sent a chill down Tang San's spine. A murderous glint instantly flashed in his eyes.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo led the Spirit Hall experts to hunt down Xiao Wu. They were among Tang San's most wanted enemies. At this moment, a person with an aura somewhat similar to Ghost Douluo appeared and began to spy on him, which immediately ignited the flames of revenge in Tang San's heart.

The person in gray not only wore gray clothes, but also wore a bamboo hat with a foot-long gray veil hanging down, obscuring their face.

"Who are you?" Tang San asked coldly.

A similarly chilling killing intent emanated from the other person, cold and bloody. Although not as intense as Tang San's Killing God Domain, Tang San could tell from the killing intent alone that this person was no ordinary academy-trained Soul Master, but someone who had truly been baptized in blood. Moreover, the other person was clearly filled with hostility towards him.

"Someone sent by the Spirit Hall?" That was Tang San's first thought. He took a step forward, walking towards the other party step by step. With each step, the oppressive aura emanating from him intensified. He didn't want to use his spirit spirit lightly yet; after all, that red 100,000-year spirit ring was far too conspicuous.

To prevent any unnecessary danger from falling on Xiao Wu, Tang San placed her into his Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical pouch). His killing intent surged once more. Once he confirmed his opponent's identity as a member of the Spirit Hall, he would show no mercy.

The man in gray suddenly put his hands behind his back, and a slight clanging sound came from behind him.

Upon hearing the voice, Tang San was momentarily stunned, for it was utterly familiar. His heart stirred slightly, and he stopped in his tracks. Staring intently at the other person, he asked again, "Who are you?"

The gray-clad man did not flinch in the face of the oppressive force released by Tang San, nor did he show any obvious emotional fluctuations, which proved that his soul power level was not much lower than Tang San's.

He reached one hand into his veil, and Tang San, through his Purple Demon Eye, could barely make out what appeared to be a silver object flashing in the other's palm.

"And who are you? Why are you with Ning Rongrong?" A slightly hoarse voice came from under the veil.

Upon hearing the voice, Tang San felt a sense of familiarity, and his murderous intent lessened somewhat. "What my relationship with Rongrong is is none of your business!"

"Rongrong? How affectionate!" The gray-clad man's aura suddenly turned violent, and the hand behind his back lashed out, sending a series of afterimages hurtling towards Tang San's legs amidst a clanging sound.

Tang San was already prepared when the faint clanging sound appeared earlier. He waved his left hand lightly, and more than ten faint beams of light shot out from his fingertips.

A piercing clang, accompanied by a burst of sparks, erupted in the air. Although Tang San's sixteen flying needles failed to deflect his opponent's attack, they were enough to alter their trajectory, scattering in all directions. In terms of the use of hidden weapons, perhaps no one on the entire Douluo Continent could compare to him.

At the same time, blue light surged, and Tang San finally couldn't hold back and made his move. The Blue Silver Emperor burst forth, and countless Blue Silver Emperors with red and gold light were released from his body, quickly swimming towards his opponent.

Given Tang San's strength and fighting style, he would never have attacked his opponent in this way, but his opponent's attack changed his mind. The killing intent on his body had also diminished considerably.

Shrek Academy is not located in a bustling area, and it was morning, so there were few people on the road. Only the students on guard duty at the entrance of Shrek Academy saw what was happening.

Two yellow, one purple, two black, and one red spirit rings appeared calmly on Tang San's body. The last one, in particular, with its eerie, blood-red halo, was almost suffocating. The moment the six spirit rings appeared, the oppressive aura emanating from Tang San changed dramatically.

The gray-clad man's aura visibly faltered, and six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—appeared on his body. A burst of silver light erupted from his head, and with a sway, he conjured an identical figure.

A clone? Tang San was startled. The Blue Silver Emperor released from his body immediately spread outwards, and a layer of blue light emanated from his body. The Blue Silver Domain had been activated.

Under the influence of the Blue Silver Domain, all the Blue Silver Emperor fronts rose upright from the ground, quickly enveloping the gray-clad man like a Blue Silver Emperor forest.

"Where did you get your Zhuge Crossbow?"

"How could you possibly have the 'Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon' night?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously. However, Tang San's voice was filled with surprise, while the other's voice was filled with even more murderous intent.

He glanced at the other person's hands; they were two enormous hands that had swollen considerably, emanating a powerful aura.

Tang San scratched his head. He had only given the Zhuge Crossbow to the Shrek Seven Devils and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Judging from the power fluctuations emanating from the other party, it didn't seem like the person he had guessed. Could it be someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? But there was no need for such strong hostility just because Ning Rongrong was with him!

Tang San flicked his wrist, and his own Zhuge Crossbow was now in his grasp. "Whether it's the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon or the Zhuge Crossbow, these originally belonged to me. Why can't I have them?"

The man in gray became visibly agitated. "You're talking nonsense! That belongs to the mistress!"

A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Oscar, is it really you?"

Upon hearing Tang San call his name, Oscar was visibly stunned, and said in a strange voice, "You...you know me?"

Tang San quickly withdrew his martial soul and angrily said, "Nonsense! You used the Zhuge Crossbow I gave you to shoot me, and then you claimed that the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon was mine, acting all mysterious. Who else could it be? You really came back alive."

Oscar was also stunned. The young man before him bore no resemblance to the Tang San of the past, neither in appearance nor temperament. Yet, the excitement in his eyes was undeniable. Having returned from five years of training in the harsh, frigid far north, he was far more mature than before. Still not daring to easily trust Tang San, he quickly took two steps back and said in a deep voice, "Don't come any closer."

Tang San stopped and said irritably, "Xiao Ao, don't you believe me? Come on, let's go see our teacher. With his testimony, you'll believe me, right? Now that you're back, why are you acting so suspiciously? Do you know how much Rongrong misses you?"

"I..." Oscar hesitated, "Are you really Tang San?"

Tang San stared at him speechlessly. "Come on, let's find somewhere to talk. I'll explain it to you." With that, he started to walk into the academy.

"Wait, I can't go to the academy. Let's find somewhere outside to talk," Oscar hurriedly stopped Tang San. As he spoke, he withdrew his clone, and his hands returned to normal. Even if he wasn't sure that the young man in front of him was Tang San, Tang San's appearance after leaving Shrek Academy and his excited demeanor just now gradually lessened his hostility. Of course, he wouldn't let his guard down.

Tang San paused for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions. "Let's go then."

Leading the way, Tang San brought Oscar to the nearest teahouse and went inside. He had something to do, but that matter was far less important than Oscar's return. Both the voice and other signs indicated that the gray-clad man was Oscar, but Tang San vaguely sensed that something was off about Oscar. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

The two settled into a private room, and Tang San said to Oscar, "Take off your hat. You're a grown man, are you going to be shy?" He also needed to confirm that the person in front of him was indeed Oscar; otherwise, how could he casually reveal his past experiences?

Oscar was wary of Tang San, and Tang San was equally wary of him, as evidenced by the fact that Tang San did not take Xiao Wu out.

"First, let me see your Clear Sky Hammer. Also, you need to tell me what you once gave me to eat," Oscar said in a deep voice.

Without hesitation, Tang San raised his left hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer silently appeared in his grasp. Under his deliberate control, it did not exude its original domineering aura. At the same time, he said to Oscar, "The Six-Petaled Immortal Orchid I gave you back then should have been absorbed by now, right? Actually, how many people our age can reach the sixth ring? Little Oscar, do you know how much everyone misses you? Rongrong has suffered a lot because of you all these years."

"Xiao San, is it really you?" When Tang San uttered the words "Six-Petaled Celestial Orchid," Oscar already believed it. This secret was known only to the Shrek Seven Devils and Grandmaster.

Oscar raised his right hand and took off his straw hat.

Oscar, who appeared before Tang San, had a face almost entirely obscured by a thick beard. His hair was also disheveled. The only clearly visible feature was perhaps his slightly weathered, almond-shaped eyes. Below his left eye, a scar stretched from the corner of his eye down to his chin and beard.

Their eyes met, their excitement and joy palpable. They stood up almost simultaneously and gave each other a strong bear hug.

Tang San punched Oscar in the chest. "Now that you're back, why didn't you go to the academy? You should know what happened at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, right? Were you so hostile towards me just now because you saw me and Rongrong walking out together and got jealous?"

Oscar didn't hide it, silently nodding and pointing to the scars on his face. "How can I see Rongrong looking like this? I'm already satisfied if I can catch a glimpse of her in the dark."

"Just because of this scar, you won't go see Rongrong?" Tang San's tone rose a few decibels.

Oscar did not answer and sat back down in his seat.

"Oscar, you bastard, who do you take Rongrong for? Do you know how much she misses you? Do you think Rongrong will stop liking you just because you're disfigured?" Tang San grabbed Oscar by the collar and forcibly lifted him up.

Oscar, somewhat unable to meet Tang San's gaze, said sadly, "Xiao San, you don't understand. Rongrong is even more beautiful than she was five years ago. I was never good enough for her. Now that I'm like this, how am I supposed to go find her?"

Slowly releasing his grip on Oscar's collar, Tang San placed him back in his seat and quietly returned to his own. He understood that Oscar had always felt somewhat inferior to Ning Rongrong. Oscar came from an ordinary background, while Ning Rongrong was the direct heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; their statuses were worlds apart. Moreover, Oscar was a food-type Soul Master. It was inevitable that he would feel inferior. Otherwise, Oscar wouldn't have chosen to leave and go out to train alone.

Oscar was a little uncomfortable with Tang San's sudden calm. Looking at him sitting in front of him, Oscar wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

He had returned a few days ago. His first stop was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, only to find it deserted. He learned that a major incident had occurred there. Oscar was extremely worried, fearing Ning Rongrong had suffered a terrible fate. After making inquiries, he finally tracked her down to Heaven Dou City. Near Shrek Academy, having heard that Ning Rongrong was alright, he waited for her at the academy gate.

Today, he finally got his chance. When he saw Ning Rongrong again, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat. However, his excitement quickly turned into pain. Watching Ning Rongrong walk out of the academy with an extremely handsome young man, and thinking about the scars on his face, his heart ached terribly. Naturally, he felt intense hostility towards Tang San. He knew he had misunderstood, but he still didn't have the courage to see Ning Rongrong.

Five years had passed, and Tang San had become handsome, but he himself was disfigured. How could he, already insecure, face the woman he loved?

Tang San sat back down and took Xiao Wu out of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical pouch). As soon as she was out of the pouch, the little rabbit with its snow-white, lustrous fur immediately rubbed against Tang San's injured side.

Tang San gently stroked Xiao Wu's long ears, then held her in his arms and said softly, "At least you can still watch your lover from afar, but my Xiao Wu has lost her human form. You may be sad because of your inferiority complex, but even if I am heartbroken, I can no longer see my Xiao Wu now."

Tang San's gaze was calm, but Oscar could clearly sense the deep sorrow in his words.

"Xiao San, what do you mean by that?" Oscar looked at the white rabbit in Tang San's arms with a startled expression.

Tang San raised his head, gazing into his captivating eyes. "I'm here to tell you, it is Xiao Wu. My Xiao Wu."

Oscar was stunned. "What... what's going on?"

A bitter look appeared on Tang San's face. "What's the use of becoming handsome? If I had a choice, I would rather become incredibly ugly than have Xiao Wu suffer any harm. But now, even if I were willing to give anything, she couldn't come back to life. That day, after Xiao Wu and I were rescued by my father..."

Oscar listened silently as Tang San recounted his experiences over the past few years. Tang San spoke of his crippled father, his deceased mother, and Xiao Wu, who sacrificed herself to save him. All of this deeply touched Oscar's heart through his calm narration.

Oscar thought he had suffered enough these past few years, but compared to Tang San in front of him, he suddenly felt that his suffering was nothing.

Just as Tang San said, no matter what, Ning Rongrong is still alive and can see. But Xiao Wu can only be transformed into a mindless rabbit.

"...Now you know where my 100,000-year spirit ring came from. If I had a choice, I would only want my Xiao Wu. I'm saying this to tell you a lesson: cherish the people in front of you. If you really lose them one day, it will be too late to regret it."

Oscar's almond-shaped eyes were already red. "Mistress, I'm sorry. I never imagined that you and Xiao Wu would actually..."

Tang San waved his hand, interrupting Oscar, "Don't apologize to me. You should talk to Rongrong. Yes, perhaps you didn't have the ability to protect her before. But she wants you by her side even more. Now is Rongrong's most vulnerable time. Now that you're back, if you don't protect her, you might really lose her forever. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Xiao San, I was wrong. Come on, I'll go back with you right now. No matter what happens in the future, no matter whether Sect Leader Ning will allow Rongrong to be with me or not, I will never leave her again. Even if I can only protect her, I will be content."

As he spoke, Oscar suddenly stood up, and the light in his peach blossom eyes was no longer dim.

A relieved smile appeared on Tang San's face as he gently stroked Xiao Wu's fur. He thought to himself, "Xiao Wu, can you see? Rongrong and Xiao Ao are finally together. You must be as happy for them as I am. We will definitely be together in the future. No matter the cost, I promise."

Before he understood, Oscar's heart was tormented by pain. Now that he had figured it out, he couldn't wait to see Rongrong. He grabbed the straw hat from the table and went outside.

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