The sound of the flute falls on Douluo

Chapter 1 Intertwining of Destiny

"Swish..."

The noisy sound of rain echoed in his ears, and the cold touch on his face made the boy lying on the ground slightly frown.

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?"

The boy wanted to struggle to get up, but his weak limbs and sore bones all over his body made it difficult for him to even move his fingers.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the wind gradually became more urgent.

The cold ground made the boy tremble uncontrollably, he would die sooner or later.

Relying on the fear of death and the desire for life in his heart, he squirmed vigorously, and squirmed as hard as he could towards a tree by the roadside.

"Hoo, hoo..." After he successfully leaned on the tree, the heavy panting sound continued.At this moment, he regained a little consciousness.

The burning pain in his calf made his cold forehead rarely sweat. Although the pain penetrated to the bone marrow, he was still happy about it.

Because he hurts, he's alive!

Leaning against the tree to rest, he felt a strong sense of dizziness after a while, and his consciousness became blurred again until it disappeared.

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up and go back to the Wuhun Palace, His Majesty the Pope is about to lose it!"

……

The noisy sound mixed with the noisy rain came back to his ears.

Trying to open his eyes, he vaguely saw a group of people coming towards him in the distance.

"Who are they? And who is the Pope?" He regained consciousness a little and wanted to straighten up as much as possible to see the people coming, but he was too weak, leaning on the tree and moving a little, he was unable to continue .

At this time, a group of people running towards this side ignored him who was half dead by the side of the road and ran straight forward.

He wanted to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.Now he, apart from those eyes that became brighter because of his survival instinct, can't make any other actions to call for help.

"Wait a minute." A white figure stopped in front of him.

Wearing a white gown, long blond hair fluttering in the cold wind, eyes as magnificent as red roses stared at him.

"His Royal Highness, this is not the time to show kindness! Your Majesty's current situation is very dangerous, we must hurry back to the Wuhun Hall for treatment!" A strong man with a fierce face stopped him.

"Take him with you." For some unknown reason, the woman called the saint made a decision that was puzzling to everyone.

Seeing everyone standing still, she couldn't help ordering: "The Pope is seriously injured and unconscious. I am the biggest here. I order you to take him!"

The ferocious strong man before had no choice but to say yes, picked him up and followed the saint to catch up with the large army.

The bumps along the way made his stomach empty and he almost vomited out his entire stomach.

After realizing that they had arrived at their destination, he exhausted all his strength, looked up at the magnificent building in front of him, then closed his eyes weakly, and fell into a deep sleep.

"This..." The strong man looked at him who had fallen asleep, a little at a loss, and unconsciously looked at the saint

"Take him to the room next to me." Seeing him sleeping peacefully, something inexplicably came to her mind.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from his sleep, and what he saw was the white ceiling.The soft mattress made him stretch unconsciously after recovering his strength.

"It's so comfortable! But where is this place?" He regained his energy and sat up, turning his head and looking around.

The room is clean and tidy, with white and gold interlacing, making the room look sacred and noble, but the occasional puppets in the room add a touch of mundaneness to this god-like room.

"You're awake." A soft voice came from outside the door, followed by a blonde girl in a white robe with gold trim.

Those rosy eyes reminded him of what happened that day.

"You saved me?" A hoarse voice came from his parched throat.

The woman nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, "I was the one who brought you back."

He stared at those charming eyes, and introduced himself: "My name is Mo Fan, thank you for saving me."

She shook her head and said nonchalantly: "Bibi Dong, you can call me Aunt Dong. I don't know why I saved you last night, so let's take it as fate."

After finishing speaking, she got up and left. Before going out, she turned around again and said to Mo Fan, "Take a good rest, I will send food over."

Until Bibi Dong left, Mo Fan was still in a daze stage.

Bibi Dong?pope?saint?This is Wuhundian?I came to the Douluo Continent?He kept running through his thoughts, and after a while he finally figured out his situation.

In order to collect the latest version of "Legend of the Condor Heroes", he was accidentally crushed to death by scaffolding.I never thought about it, my eyes were darkened, and I passed through inexplicably.

Am I being killed by the plot?

He also came to the world of Douluo Dalu, an online novel that he used to pass the time.

But who is this "Mo Fan"?It wasn't mentioned in the original at all.

Mo Fan tried his best to recall some things from his previous life, but found that he couldn't remember anything. He always felt that something was preventing him from remembering the past.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that I am resisting myself, resisting the memories of the past.

It seems that this memory is not very good.

Mo Fan himself is a casual person, if he can't remember it, forget it, it will only increase troubles.

He carefully felt his body, weak and weak, this was his first feeling.

I clasped my hands in front of my eyes a few times, but still felt a little weak.

"Dong dong dong."

A slight knock on the door brought Mo Fan back from his thoughts, "Please come in."

"Crack." The door opened, and a maid came in pushing a dining cart.

"Excuse me." The maid set up a small table on Mo Fan's bed, arranged the food in the dining car one by one, apologized, and closed the door to leave, but listening to the movement outside, she did not leave.

Mo Fan looked at the food on the table, his stomach let out a loud cry, and then he started to gobble it up.

Although the food is simple, it is full of energy. After swallowing all the food, Mo Fan burped in satisfaction, and his strength has fully recovered.

Mo Fan remembered that his calf seemed to be injured. He lifted the quilt and looked at his calf. Although it was bandaged, there was no pain.

After getting out of bed and taking two steps, I found that there was nothing serious.

After calling the maid to clear the dining table, Mo Fan came to a floor-to-ceiling mirror, he wanted to see what he looked like in this life.

He is not tall, and his thin face is covered by slightly long black hair. There is still a pallor on his face, but his eyes are big and bright.If the development is normal, it is estimated that it can be regarded as a handsome boy.

While Mo Fan was still admiring himself in the mirror, the door was opened again.Mo Fan turned around and saw Bibi Dong bringing an old man with white beard and hair to him.

"This is the child you brought back?" The old man looked at Mo Fan carefully, then sighed slightly.

"Congenital deficiencies, coupled with the lack of nutrition the day after tomorrow, the foundation is really bad."

Is this a repudiation of me?Unexpectedly, I lost at the starting line at the beginning.Mo Fan smiled wryly in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on Bibi Dong.

He doesn't care what others think of him, as long as she doesn't drive him away.

"The Wuhun has not awakened, so everything is still unknown, isn't it?" Bibi Dong said calmly.

"Hey, you brought the man back, so it's up to you. But don't expect too much." The old man sighed and waved his hands.Then he left.

"Wuhun Palace doesn't support idlers, I can only help you until Wuhun awakens." Mo Fan was about to speak when Bibidong cut it off, "Your bone age is only four years old, work hard in the past two years .”

As if thinking of something, a ray of sadness appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes for no reason, but it was quickly erased by her.

"Even if you awaken the waste martial soul in the future, don't be discouraged. You have to remember that there are only waste soul masters, not waste martial souls."

Without giving Mo Fan a chance to reply, Bibi Dong left on her own.

Did you think of Yu Xiaogang?Mo Fan caught the flash of sadness in Bibi Dong's eyes, and couldn't help thinking about it.

However, I won't let you down.Thinking of his golden finger, the corners of Mo Fan's mouth could not help but curl up.

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The first soul ring in this book is a thousand years old, so I can't bear to give it up, and don't complain about the age of the soul ring, although Xiaoguai doesn't mind, but it's annoying to explain it one by one.

Also, Xiaoguai is a novice, so don't have high expectations for Xiaoguai.Some character settings will definitely be a bit poisonous, and even make you want to abandon the book, so I can only apologize, I'm sorry for poisoning you.

This paragraph is written at the end of Chapter 1, just to remind readers not to vomit some slots repeatedly.Xiaoguai reads book reviews every day. Although Xiaoguai has a good temper, she will get annoyed if she reads too much.

So I would like to mention here that those who should abandon the book should abandon it.

But for other issues, such as the choice of words and sentences, you can just talk about it, and Xiaoguai will pay attention to it.

(End of this chapter)