All Heavens: Starting from Douluo

Chapter 309 Door-to-Door Delivery

Chapter 309 Door-to-door delivery

Light rain in early May, slightly cool.

It seems to be the prelude to summer.

It rained softly, splashing circles of water on the ground of Soto City, breaking up the sparse pedestrians passing by in a hurry on the surface of the water.

The rain on the Tianjie Street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass color is far away but not close.

The light rain in early May is not as good as butter, but it has a different flavor.

Just like...

The bowl of wonton in front of him is like...

He took off the fox-faced mask that he had been wearing for an unknown length of time. Maybe he would never be able to wear it again. He patted his wet raincoat and pressed the few remaining gold soul coins on his body under the only warm fox-faced mask. Only then did the young man Picking up the chopsticks and gently stirring the wontons in the bowl, my mind seemed to instantly return to that summer more than twenty years ago.

The familiar drizzle.

Familiar ravioli.

But, after all, it is deja vu.

Looking at the reflection in the bowl of noodle soup, he gently touched the scar from his left eyebrow to his lip. Even after many years, the scar had disappeared, leaving only a white mark that could easily be ignored, but in an instant Shattered his dreams, shattered his memories.

His martial spirit is a blood demon.

A special creature that drinks human blood and lives.

The two soul masters took action. It was also in this drizzly weather that he, who was only four years old, was sitting at another food stall selling wontons, watching his father being buried by the collapsed shed and being killed by the two The aftermath of the battle between the soul masters, together with the collapsed shed, exploded into a ball of fire, and the hot wind sprinkled on his face. He couldn't tell whether it was dirt or his father's ashes, but a suffocation surged into his heart, and with that burning heat And the hot blood took off the heads of the two thirty-level soul masters...

Thinking about it now...

Unknowingly, more than twenty years have passed.

He must be twenty-seven years old this year.

Well, maybe twenty-eight.

Awakened martial arts spirit at the age of four.

Wandering for eighteen years.

He sucks people's blood and commits all kinds of evil.

Except for the past five years.

"Is my sacrifice worth it?"

"Even just a trace?"

“Not even a contribution, but payment for sin?”

I picked up a wonton, put it in my mouth, and savored the taste. I seemed to have returned to my carefree childhood, and to the person who was once the son of the wonton stall owner. I also blocked the emotions that surged before my death. All kinds of questions in my mind.

Is there any value, does it matter?

unimportant.

Living a wonderful life is more important than living a long life.

Compared with these five wonderful years of life, those eighteen years of mediocre wandering life, which were like a beast and inhumane, were simply a past that was unbearable to look back on.

And in the past five years, Root has taught him a truth.

Since you have already fallen into the darkness, you must bear the responsibility of the darkness. Blaming others is a cowardly act. Compared with those evil soul masters who have fallen into the darkness, they have at least raised a banner of resistance to fate and tried to control it. In your own hands!

This is the confidence that they can brag to the little devil of Hell who doesn’t know whether he exists after death, because at the moment they make a choice, their courage has been tempered together with themselves into an inseparable piece. Steel, supreme glory!

So, don’t ask if it’s valuable!

All you need to do is have a clear conscience!

Because their value can only be determined by themselves!

"So……"

"Today, my fate is coming to an end."

"Being able to see me before I die."

"It's not a bad reincarnation."

The young man ate the wontons slowly, looking at the family of four working in front of the wonton stall, the husband, wife and two children, one older and one younger. He opened the pepper bottle on the table and dusted it into his bowl. pepper.

Immediately afterwards, he drank the last remaining wonton and the hot noodle soup in one gulp. Finally, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, stood up, and smiled at the five or six-year-old boy who was carrying his younger brother on his back. He beckoned, pointed to the mask he had placed on the table, then turned and left.

Target - Opposite the wonton stall, the main hall of Wuhun Hall is a street away!

The children of poor families are in charge early.

Carrying his younger brother on his back, the boy trotted to the table where the guest had just finished eating. He first glanced at the empty table, his eyes obviously filled with disappointment and nervousness. With the last thought in mind, he opened the table. The mask that the guest just pointed at was immediately frightened by the more than twenty gold soul coins under the mask.

After two or three seconds, the brain started to work.

Turning the mask over, he put the gold soul coins in with the side that was close to his face. He looked around, but he wasn't too reassured. He pulled a rag from the chair next to him and put it on the gold soul coins. , and immediately, struggling to carry the nearly three kilograms of mask, he ran to his parents, shouted two or three times, and waited until his mother, who was making wontons, responded.

It's like offering a treasure.

The boy raised the mask in his hand.

Pull off a corner of the rag.

He glanced at the passers-by and the four or five customers at his own food stall, and explained in a low voice to his stunned mother: "This is the meal paid by the soul master."

"The head of the family..."

The woman tugged at the corner of her man's clothes.

The man looked back in surprise.

He was immediately shocked by the more than twenty gold soul coins.

Listening to the explanation of his son and wife, he remained silent for a while.

Then, I speeded up the process of cooking the wontons on hand.

"Go and put up a temporary closure sign."

"This is a good intention."

"It would be rude to refuse."

Looking at the young man's back as he entered the Wuhun Hall.

The man who was cooking wontons showed a rare relaxed smile: "When we get home, let's make up our minds to see if the boss should go to school or learn a craft. The boss will be six years old next year. What is his fate?" , we will be able to see it then, if there is that fate, we will let the boss enter the Wuhun Temple, if there is no such fate, in the future, the soul masters of the Wuhun Palace will come to our house to eat a bowl of wonton, and they will not be charged. what do you think?"

"I listen to you, the boss."

The woman nodded curtly.

Three times five divided by two, he hid the gold soul coins that his family had saved by working for four or five years in vain. He touched his eldest son's head, but he couldn't hide the happiness on his face with wrinkles. .

The common people have a steelyard in their hearts.

Although the steelyard is a bit crooked right now.

After all, they are from the roots, not from the Wuhun Palace.

The idea of repaying a favor is obviously repaying the wrong person.

But it can be seen from this little thing that when the common people are ignited with hope, those so-called nobles, so-called sects, and so-called clans will all use this little spark as the last and best fuel, that is - —Wildfire sets the prairie fire ablaze, and the sky is filled with sparks!

And today, the Wuhun Palace also welcomed a special guest!

"Hello, soul master."

"May I help you?"

Sotuo City, the main hall of Wuhun.

In the hall, a male deacon stepped forward.

He gave a businesslike greeting.

Immediately, the defense was broken in the youth's answer.

"Hello."

"There are two requests that you need to consider."

"The first request - I want to report with my real name."

"Second request—come to find you and surrender."

He pulled out a wanted poster from his arms.