"Sanding......"
The noisy rain echoed in my ears, and the cold touch on my face made the boy lying on the ground frown slightly.
"What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?"
The boy tried to struggle to get up, but his weak limbs and aching bones made it difficult for him to move his fingers.
The rain is getting bigger, and the wind is getting faster.
The cold ground made the boy tremble, and he would die sooner or later.
With the fear of death and the desire for life in his heart, he struggled to wriggle towards a tree on the roadside.
"Hoo, hoo..." The heavy gasp came after he successfully leaned on the tree. At this time, he regained some consciousness.
The burning pain in his lower leg made his cold forehead sweat. Although it was painful, he was still happy about it.
Because he will hurt, he is still alive!
As he rested against the tree, he soon felt a strong sense of vertigo, and his consciousness was blurred again until it disappeared.
"Come on, come on!"
"Hurry back to the Wulin Hall, Your Majesty the Pope will not be able to support it!"
……
Mixed with the noise of rain, the noise of noise came back to his ears.
Try to open your eyes and vaguely see a group of people coming towards here in the distance.
"Who are they? And who is the Pope?" He wanted to straighten up as much as possible to see the people, but he was too weak. He leaned against the tree and moved a little, and was unable to continue.
At this time, a group of people running towards this side ignored him and ran straight ahead.
He wanted to cry out for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could not make a sound. Now he can't do other rescue actions except those eyes that are brighter because of his survival instinct.
"Wait a minute." A white figure stopped in front of him.
Wearing a white gown, his long golden hair fluttered with the cold wind, and his eyes looked at him like red roses.
"Your Highness, it is not the time to show mercy! Your Majesty is in a very dangerous situation now, and we must go back to the Wulin Hall to cure it!" A fierce looking strong man stopped.
"Take him with you." I don't know why the woman who was called the Holy Virgin made a decision that puzzled everyone.
Seeing the crowd standing still, she could not help but ordered: "The Pope is seriously injured and unconscious. I am the biggest here. I order you to take him!"
The ferocious strong man could not do that before. He could only say yes. He picked him up and followed the saint to catch up with the army.
The bumping all the way made his stomach almost vomit out.
When he realized that they had arrived at the destination, he tried his best to look up at the magnificent buildings in front of him, then weakly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"This..." The strong man looked at him who had fallen asleep, and was a little bewildered. He looked at the saint unconsciously
"Take him to the room next to mine." Looking at him sleeping safely, she had one more thing in her heart.
I don't know how long it took him to wake up from his sleep and see the white ceiling. The soft mattress made him stretch out unconsciously when he recovered his strength.
"How comfortable! But where is this?" He sat up and looked around, twisting his head.
The room is clean and tidy, with white and gold interlaced, which makes the room seem sacred and noble, but the occasional puppet in the room adds a touch of mundane to the room like a god.
"You're awake." A soft voice came from the outside of the room, followed by a blonde in a white robe with gold rims.
His rosy eyes reminded him of the day.
"Did you save me?" The hoarse voice came from his dry throat.
The woman nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. "I asked someone to bring 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 carelessly, "Bibidong, you can call me Aunt Dong. I don't know why I saved you last night. It's fate."
Then she got up and left. Before going out, she turned around again and said to Mo Fan, "Have a good rest. I will send food."
Until Bibidong left, Mo Fan was still in the stage of stupor.
Bibidong? the pontiff? Holy Virgin? Is this the Wulin Hall? I came to Douluo Continent? He kept thinking, and soon he finally found out his situation.
Previously, in order to collect the latest version of "Legend of Carving Heroes", he was accidentally killed by a scaffold. Unexpectedly, his eyes darkened and he passed through inexplicably.
Am I killed by the plot?
He also came to the online novel that he used to kill time to read in the world of Douluo Mainland.
But who is this "Mo Fan"? It's not mentioned in the original book.
Mo Fan tried to recall some things of his predecessor, but found that he couldn't remember them. He always felt that something was preventing him from remembering the past.
Looking back, I seem to be resisting myself, resisting the memories of the past.
It seems that the memory is not very good.
Mo Fan is a casual person. If you can't remember, it will only add to your troubles.
He felt his body carefully, weak and weak, which was his first feeling.
He shook his hands in front of him, but still felt a little weak.
"Dong dong dong."
A slight knock on the door pulled Mo Fan's thoughts back, "Please come in."
"KAZANG." The door opened and a maid came in pushing the dining car.
"Excuse me." The maid put a small table on Mo Fan's bed, put the food in the dining car one by one, apologized, and closed the door to leave. But listening to the outside, she did not leave.
Mo Fan looked at the food on the table, his stomach cried out in frustration, and then he began to gobble it up.
Although the food is simple, it is rich in energy. After swallowing all the food into his stomach, Mo Fan gave a full belch and completely recovered his strength.
Mo Fan remembered that his shin seemed to be injured. He opened the quilt and looked at his shin. Although the bandage was tied, he felt no pain.
After walking two steps out of bed, I found that there was nothing serious.
After the maid was called to clear the table, Mo Fan came to a floor mirror. He wanted to see what he looked like in this life.
He is not tall, his slightly long black hair covers his thin face, and his face is still pale, but his eyes are big and powerful. If the development is normal, 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 turns around and sees Bibidong coming to him with an old man with white hair and beard.
"Is this the child you brought back?" The old man looked at Mo Fan with a glance, then sighed slightly.
"Inadequate by nature, coupled with poor nutrition, the foundation is really poor."
Is this a negation of me? I didn't expect to lose at the starting line. Mo Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, but his eyes stared at Bibidong.
He doesn't care what others think of him, as long as she doesn't drive him away.
"The Wulin hasn't awakened, everything is still unknown, isn't it?" Bibidong said calmly.
"Hey, you brought me back, let's go. But don't expect too much." The old man sighed and waved his hand. Then he left.
"The Wulin Hall can't support idlers, I can only help you until the Wulin wakes up." Mo Fan was about to speak when he was robbed by Bibidong. "You are only four years old, so work hard in the past two years."
It seems that something came to mind. Bibidong's eyes showed a ray of sadness for no reason, but she soon erased it.
"Even if you wake up the ghost, don't be discouraged. You should remember that there is only the ghost master, not the ghost."
Without giving Mo Fan a chance to reply, Bibidong left on his own.
Did you think of Yu Xiaogang? Mo Fan caught the flash of sadness in Bibidong's eyes, and could not help thinking of it.
But I won't let you down. When thinking of his golden fingers, Mo Fan's mouth couldn't help turning up.
