"Rustling ......"

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

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

The boy tried to struggle to get up, but his weak limbs and aching bones 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 shiver uncontrollably, and if he continued like this, he would die sooner or later.

With the fear of death in his heart, and the desire for life, he squirmed as hard as he could, squirming as best he could towards a tree by the roadside.

"Whew, whew......" The heavy wheezing sound kept coming after he successfully leaned against the tree. It was only then that he regained some consciousness.

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

Because he will hurt, he is still alive!

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

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Hurry back to the Martial Spirit Palace, His Majesty the Pope can't hold it anymore!"

……

The cacophony of noises, mixed with the cacophony of rain, re-entered his ears.

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

"Who are they? And who is the Pope? Regaining consciousness a little, he tried to straighten up as much as he could and see the comer, but he was so weak that he leaned against the tree and moved a little, and he couldn't continue.

At this time, the group of people who were rushing to this side, ignoring him who was half-dead on the side of the road, ran straight forward.

He tried to cry out for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound. Now, except for the eyes that are brighter because of the survival instinct, he can't do any other distress actions.

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

Dressed in a white robe, his long golden hair fluttering in the cold wind, and his eyes as magnificent as red roses stared at him.

"Your Highness, this is not the time to be kind! Your Majesty's current situation is very dangerous, we must hurry back to the Martial Spirit Hall for treatment! A strong, male-faced man stopped.

"Take him with you." I don't know what I thought, but the woman who was called the Holy Maiden made a decision that was puzzling to everyone.

Seeing that everyone stopped, she couldn't help but order: "The Pope is seriously injured and unconscious, here I am the biggest, I order you to take him!" ”

The fierce and strong man before couldn't, so he could only answer yes, and he carried him and followed the saint to catch up with the big army.

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

Sensing that they had reached their destination, he looked up at the splendid buildings in front of him with all his strength, before he 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 looked at the holy woman unconsciously

"Take him to the room next to me." Looking at him sleeping peacefully, she had an inexplicable extra thing in her heart.

It didn't take long for him to wake up from his sleep and be greeted by the white ceiling. The soft mattress made him stretch unconsciously after recovering his strength.

"It's so comfortable! But where is this? Recovering his spirits, he sat up, twisting his head and looking around.

The room was clean and tidy, with a mix of white and gold, making the room look sacred and noble, but the occasional puppet in the room added a touch of mundaneness to the god-like room.

"You're awake." A soft voice came from outside the door, followed by a blonde woman dressed in a white-rimmed robe.

Those red eyes reminded him of the events of that day.

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

The woman nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed, "I had you brought 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 I guess it's fate. ”

After speaking, she got up and left, and before going out, she turned around again and said to Mo Fan: "Have a good rest, I will have someone bring food." ”

Until Bibi Dong left, Mo Fan was still in the stunned stage.

Bibi Dong? Pope? Saint? This is the Martial Spirit Palace? I came to the Douluo Continent? His mind kept running through his thoughts, and after a while he finally figured out his situation.

Previously, in order to collect the latest version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he was accidentally crushed to death by a scaffold. I never thought that my eyes were black, and I crossed inexplicably.

Am I killed by the plot?

also came to the online novel he used to pass the time to read at the beginning, the world of Douluo Continent.

But who is this "Mo Fan"? I didn't mention it in the original book.

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

Looking back on it, it seems that he is resisting himself, resisting the memories of the past.

It doesn't seem like a good memory.

Mo Fan himself is a casual person, and if he can't think of it, forget it, which will only increase his troubles.

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

After shaking his hands in front of him a few times, he still felt a little weak.

"Knock knock."

A slight knock on the door pulled Mo Fan's thoughts back, "Please come in." ”

"Click." The door opened, and a maid walked in with 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, confessed, 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 screamed out in anger, and then he devoured it.

Although the food was simple, it was full of energy, and after swallowing all the food into his stomach, Mo Fan burped contentedly, and his strength was completely restored.

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

I got out of bed and took two steps, and found that there was no major problem.

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

He was not tall, with slightly long black hair that hid his emaciated face, and his face was still pale that had not faded, but his eyes were large and bright. If the development is normal, it is estimated that he can be regarded as a handsome little guy.

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

"This is the kid you brought back?" The old man looked at Mo Fan with a scrutinizing gaze, and then sighed slightly.

"Congenital insufficiency, coupled with acquired nutrition can't keep up, the foundation is really poor."

Is this a denial of me? I didn't expect to lose at the starting line from the beginning. Mo Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on Bibi Dong.

He didn't care what others thought of him, as long as she didn't chase him away.

"The martial soul has not awakened, and everything is still unknown, is it?" Bibi Dong said indifferently.

"Hey, you brought the people back, so be it. Don't expect too much, though. The old man sighed and waved his hand. Then he left.

"The Martial Soul Hall will not raise idlers, I can only help you until the Martial Soul awakens." Mo Fan was just about to speak, but was robbed by Bibi Dong, "Seeing that your bone age is only four years old, work hard in the past two years." ”

As if thinking of something, a trace 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 his own.

Did you think of Yu Xiaogang? Mo Fan grabbed the sadness that flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and couldn't help but think of it in his heart.

I'm not going to let you down, though. Thinking of his golden finger, the corners of Mo Fan's mouth couldn't help but curl.