Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 4 Reinvigorated
The communication between Mo Wentian and Yu Xiaogang was just a big bowl of wide noodles.

It is not advisable to talk and laugh during meals. Naturally, you will not talk too much, and you will lose if you talk too much.

Pretend to be in front of the master, so save it.

No matter how you pretend, it's impossible to escape the master's sharp eyes. It's better to eat noodles obediently, and then go back to each house and find each mother.

Mo Wentian swears that this big bowl of wide noodles is the most delicious and unforgettable bowl of noodles he has ever eaten in his life.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it has endless aftertaste.

At this moment, he believed in a vulgar saying, drink enough water if you are sentient.

After a bowl of noodles, Yu Xiaogang bid farewell to Mo Wentian. At the moment of leaving, he didn't ask Mo Wentian's identity, but simply exchanged names, which was regarded as acquaintance.

For Mo Wentian, when he learned from Yu Xiaogang that he was a master, he was still shocked, as if he had won a big prize.

Returning to the post again, Mo Wencai came to his senses until it got dark, and looked at the two silver soul coins in his hand, ready to hand them over to old man Cao.

Even so, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and Xiaozui kept laughing and laughing, bouncing home.

Home……

A place where I have lived for two years can already be regarded as my home.

Although this home made people feel helpless and wished to escape immediately, its existence could not be denied.

Soon, Mo Wentian returned to the alley. Looking at the familiar garbage dump and the stinky, damp alley, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

For a child, one can imagine how deadly such childhood shadows are.

"Strange, where is old man Cao?" Mo Wentian stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the unconscious alley, but he couldn't see old man Cao.

"Usually, the old man Cao has already held himself upside down and shook his body to see if there is any soul coin hidden, but today it is abnormal..." When Mo Wentian mentioned the abnormality, recalling today's experience, he had never seen the old man Cao. The figure said, "I'm not quite right today. I'm usually confused, but at least I know what's going on around me and the location of Old Man Cao, but... today I... lost my mind."

Mo Wentian rubbed his head. For him, he had maintained vigilance for two years, but he relaxed because of Yu Xiaogang's words, "It seems that the master is not as bad as the rumors say, and he is more prosperous than he imagined."

Thinking about it, too, the master can be called the corner of wisdom, and if there is no way to make Bibi Dong fall in love, who would believe it?
Is it really pure and devoted?

No, no, no, everyone on earth knows that licking a dog is not a good death.

It's probably not the master who is infatuated, but Bibi Dong!

The master can do this, no worse than Neptune...

The more Mo Wentian thought about it, the more he felt his scalp tingling. With his small head, he couldn't think of a few things between adults. Even as a reincarnated man, his wisdom is limited.

Mo Wentian shook his head, no longer thinking about Yu Xiaogang and what happened today, he returned to his paper, waiting for old man Cao to come back.

He didn't hide the money in his hand, even if he wanted to hide it, there was no time to hide it, old man Cao could always find it, so there was no need to do anything extra.

Mo Wentian waited for the whole night, and the next day, Mo Wentian woke up from coughing again. The first time he didn't care about his body, he was eagerly looking for old man Cao.

"Didn't come back?" Mo Wentian frowned, he didn't like this old man Cao, but for some reason, his heart was in a mess.

"Meow, won't you go back home? How old are you, and you don't know if people will worry about you?" Mo Wentian curled his lips, a little worried that something would happen to old man Cao.Xuan Ze thought about it, and felt that it was impossible, no one in Notting City could be his opponent.

Thinking of this, Mo Wentian fell into deep thought. The strange beginning started when he ate old man Cao's minced meat the night before. Could it be because of the minced meat?
The more Mo Wentian thought about it, the more he felt, "Okay, you old man Cao, you're fighting with me over a piece of meat. That's fine! You go, don't come back when you leave, I don't care about it. I won't believe it, Without you, I can't live."

While talking, Mo Wentian's eyes kept blinking, Xiao Qiong's nose twitched continuously, she wiped away her tears with her hands, and said hoarsely: "The wind is really strong today, hehe, sand got into my eyes."

Mo Wentian walked towards the city gate listlessly, not wanting to believe that old man Cao had left. Walking on the road, he was like a man who had lost his soul, muttering, "Old man Cao is not such a stingy person, and he wouldn't be so stingy because of a piece of paper." The moldy minced meat left, old man Cao is not such a stingy person, he won't because of..."

When passing by the stalls of Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu, he didn't hear Aunt Liu's greeting, and the same was true for the others, who watched with concern.

It wasn't until Mo Wentian sat on the ground and arranged the begging signs and bowls that he realized their arrival.Faced with their concern, Mo Wentian quickly said "Sorry, I made you worry, I'm fine".

After they left, Mo Wentian fell into deep thought again, as if he had lost something important in his heart, and his heart was so empty that he couldn't lift his spirits.

In a blink of an eye, ten days passed.During these ten days, Mo Wentian lived the life he dreamed of and got rid of old man Cao's control.However, he was not happy at all.

Life now is like a walking dead, like an empty shell without a soul, which is different from what I imagined.

For this kind of life, days without purpose and goals, just like Master Xing said, what is the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish.

Mo Wentian cheered up again. If old man Cao knew that he was depressed and crying every day during his absence, he would probably fall to the ground laughing while clutching his stomach, and shouted: "Add two more tonight!" Mantou to celebrate."

Mo Wentian left the alley early and walked in the direction of Wuhundian. It's time to ask how much the Wuhundian's registration fee is. I hope it's not too expensive.

Taking the time to familiarize himself with the road, Mo Wentian came to the Hall of Spirits. The gorgeous decorations and the flag representing the glory of the Hall of Spirits were deeply imprinted on his heart, which shows that the glory of the Hall of Spirits is not a bragging rights.

The gate of the Wuhun Hall is locked tightly, and the soul master guards standing in front of the gate stand upright, making people feel like soldiers, and people feel their amazing courage.

Mo Wentian was stage frightened, and he wanted to retreat, they looked at him, their eyes were so bright that he didn't dare to look directly at them.

"The important place of Wuhun Hall, idlers, etc., leave quickly!"

A loud shout came, and Mo Wentian almost fell to the ground.

Leaving... leaving... Mo Wentian lingered in the word "leave".

Obviously, he was really scared, as if the opponent was just a trumpet at level 20, and he, a rookie who didn't even have a level, could compare with it.

Besides, Wuhundian is not easy to mess with... Wait, I'm fine, why mess with Wuhundian?I am not stupid!

(End of this chapter)