Death of Douluo

Although he was satisfied, Mo Fan's heart was also full of reluctance, unwilling to let go of this happy life that had ended like this.

And at this moment, the dim world began to become bright again.

The scene in front of him began to appear again, and it was another baby waiting to be fed. The difference was that this baby was born with a congenital disability of his left hand, and was directly abandoned by his parents.

After finally being adopted by a kind-hearted person, the kind-hearted person's family died unexpectedly, leaving him alone, with leftovers becoming his daily routine.

The miserable life of his childhood and his physical disability did not defeat him. He worked hard and made progress, but life never gave him hope.

But his existence is like a disaster star, and everyone who has anything to do with him will encounter misfortune.

The betrayal of companions, the contempt of lovers, and the loneliness of one person.

This him only has suffering and hardship.

Birth, old age, illness and death, love, hate and separation are intertwined. It seems that the sufferings of the world have been experienced over and over again.

He only lived less than 50 years.

Mo Fan's eyes were blood red, and he could feel the unwillingness and resentment of the man in the picture.Unconsciously, he watched the scene in front of him again.

"Is he me?"

A lifetime of sorrow, love and hatred, when the memory emerged again, made Mo Fan confirm his thoughts.

Mo Fan's expression was complicated. The happiness in the previous life and the sorrow and sorrow in this life turned Mo Fan's reluctance into unwillingness.

For all of this, unwillingness evolved into anger and roaring.

And at this moment, the third scene unfolded again, and it was a new beginning, but this time it was different from the first and second times.

This time, he was born in an ordinary family. Although his parents quarreled from time to time, they still loved him.

There is no happiness like the first life, nor as miserable as the second life. Everything seems so ordinary.

Ordinary people's lives are as peaceful as water, with happiness and sorrow. In Mo Fan's eyes, everything seems so mediocre.

Mo Fan saw his happiness and his pain.

This time he saw it particularly clearly. He smiled in the picture, and Mo Fan also laughed. He cried in the picture, and Mo Fan also cried. If the previous two lives were only seen from the perspective of a bystander, If you watch.

At that moment, Mo Fan seemed to have become that person in the picture, feeling every bit of life with him.

In this way, the dull life ended, the memories merged, and Mo Fan calmed down. After three lives and three lives, the reluctance and unwillingness in his heart seemed to be comforted in this life.

Everything seemed not that important at this moment. The red light painted a bloody prism, reflecting Mo Fan's appearance.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Mo Fan seemed to see himself in the third generation, who were smiling at him.Mo Fan subconsciously walked towards the prism.

"Who are you!?"

Suddenly, a cold and evil voice poured on Mo Fan like a basin of cold water.

Mo Fan paused, and the voice was crazy and depressing, which immediately lifted Mo Fan's spirit.

"Who am I?" Mo Fan looked around in confusion.Want to find the source of the voice of inquiry.

After some searching, Mo Fan didn't find anything unusual.

"Who am I? Am I not them?" Mo Fan looked at the prism in front of him hesitantly.

"Who are you?" Just as Mo Fan was hesitating, another questioning voice rang out.

Although this voice is cold, there is no madness and depression in the coldness, and it gives people a gentle feeling.

"Who am I?..." Mo Fan stopped completely on the spot and began to think deeply.

"The memory in my mind only came after I saw it. What about before?"

Mo Fan subconsciously took a step back, and his eyes changed as he looked at the blood-colored prism in front of him.

Only then did Mo Fan realize that his previous self was like a blank drawing board. Everything in his memory was portrayed by the scenes in front of him, so who was his original self?

"who are you?"

Another inquiry sounded.

With the third question, Mo Fan's expression became firm and he began to recall it seriously.

The red prism also suddenly emitted blood-colored light, exuding an attraction that pulled Mo Fan towards the prism.

Mo Fan wanted to resist, but in front of this pulling force, Mo Fan had no resistance at all.

Outside, nine days have passed quietly.

Gu Yue suddenly stood up and looked towards the room where Mo Fan was, with a subconscious look of worry on her face.

In her perception, Mo Fan's soul aura was constantly decaying, and the rate of decay was extremely fast.

"What's wrong, Gu Yue?"

Oscar's perception was not as strong as Gu Yue's, but he also keenly noticed the changes in Gu Yue's expression.

"There seems to be something wrong with Mo Fan." Gu Yue's expression became a little ugly.

Gu Yue walked directly towards the room. Even with Oscar's dissuasion, Gu Yue still insisted on walking into the room.

Mo Fan's figure sat calmly cross-legged on the bed, sitting so quietly, breathing and breathing steadily, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him.

But after getting closer, even Oscar discovered something was wrong with Mo Fan. The fluctuations in Mo Fan's soul were almost dissipated, and like a candle, they might go out at any time.

Oscar's expression was suddenly filled with anxiety, "What should I do with Gu Yue?"

In such a bewildered situation, Oscar could only turn to Gu Yue, who was standing aside, but Gu Yue remained silent.

Arriving in front of Mo Fan, in a corner where Oscar could not see, the silver scales on Gu Yue's chest began to shine with a faint silver light.Just when Gu Yue was about to take action, Gu Yue discovered that the fireworks of Mo Fan's soul seemed to be burning.

In the bloody prism world.Under the influence of this pulling power, Mo Fan has arrived in front of the prism.

Looking at the prism in front of him, Mo Fan finally remembered his name, "I am Mo Fan!"

As he spoke, Mo Fan's immobile hands finally regained the ability to move.

boom!Boom!bang bang bang!

Punch after punch, Mo Fan's fist continued to hit the prism, bright red blood flowed from his fingers, and the pain could not stop Mo Fan's determination.

Click.

Under Mo Fan's bombardment, the blood-colored prism finally had a subtle line of blood. The figure in the prism looked a bit ferocious at the moment, stretching out his hands to pull Mo Fan into the mirror.

But what greeted him was Mo Fan's fist. The bloody fist turned into a hard hammer. While hammering the figure back to the mirror, it was also hitting the mirror crazily.

There were more and more cracks on the prism, and the figure in the mirror roared wildly and unwillingly, but it couldn't stop Mo Fan at all.

Finally, the prism couldn't withstand Mo Fan's bombardment. With a crisp shattering sound, the prism suddenly turned into blood-colored light and dissipated. The darkness was broken, the light was restored, and the familiar manor appeared in Mo Fan's eyes...