Death of Douluo

"Since we have a day off tomorrow, what are we going to do tomorrow? How about we go to Soto City together? I haven't been to Soto City for a long time." Oscar said excitedly while helping Mo Fan walk.

Mo Fan gently patted Oscar on the shoulder and said, "I want to be alone tomorrow."

Oscar paused, and after roughly estimating the time, he nodded without saying anything more.

After getting along with each other for the past two years, Oscar naturally understood some things about Mo Fan, and he quickly realized why Mo Fan chose to rest tomorrow, just because tomorrow is... the death anniversary of Mo Fan's dearest relative, the old man.

"Come back early tomorrow." Oscar sighed.

The memory goes back to that night a year ago, when Mo Fan returned to the dormitory alone and smelled of alcohol. That was the only time Oscar saw Mo Fan sleeping instead of practicing at night.Moreover, Mo Fan slept extremely deeply that night, and he didn't wake up until noon the next day.

"I got it. Don't worry." Mo Fan looked into the distance with his tired eyes, a hint of longing.

Time passed, Mo Fan was nine years old, and the old man had been gone for three years.

In the early morning of the next day, when it was still dark, Mo Fan opened the dormitory door and walked towards Soto City alone.

Everything in the world seems to be still sleeping. This morning is especially quiet. The first light from the east shines on Mo Fan's body. The slender shadow looks so lonely.

Mo Fan walked slowly and quietly towards Soto City. There were very few pedestrians on the streets of Soto City in the early morning, but Mo Fan seemed to be a bit unique.

"The best liquor." Mo Fan's voice sounded in front of a wine shop. As he spoke, two golden lights flew out of Mo Fan's hands and landed directly on the counter of the wine shop.

The shopkeeper in the wine shop looked at the two gold soul coins on the counter with a hint of surprise in his expression, and quickly ordered the waiter to move out a few jars of wine.

Mo Fan casually picked up a few jars of wine and turned around to leave. He didn't pay attention to the shopkeeper behind him who was shouting and unfinished words. He picked up the wine and walked straight out of Soto City.

Entering through the south gate and exiting through the east gate, walking on the road to Soto City, the longing in Mo Fan's eyes became even more intense.

rustle...

There was a shaking sound in the grass beside Mo Fan, and the moon-white light flashed across and penetrated directly into the grass. The grass suddenly returned to calm. Mo Fan came to the grass and stretched out his hand to grab it. His appearance, long ears and red eyes are exactly that of a long-haired rabbit.

"Old man, we have your favorite roasted rabbit again, and we have bought some wine, so everything is ready." Mo Fan looked at the long-haired rabbit in his hand with a smile on his face, but the smile was so bitter.

Mo Fan moved forward and soon arrived at his destination. On the mountain 500 meters away, Mo Fan felt as if he was walking on flat ground. He reached the top of the mountain in less than a few breaths.

The area of ​​the top of the mountain is not large, only about ten square meters. There is a dead pine growing on the edge of the top of the mountain. The pine leaves are a bit withered and yellow, but they are still standing upright. The view of the mountain is very broad, and you can see it from a distance. To Soto City.

On one side of the top of the mountain, there were two broken wine jars and traces of black charcoal. From the looks of it, Mo Fan had come to the top of the mountain alone before.

Mo Fan carried the wine jar and the long-haired rabbit to the edge of the withered pine, leaned against the withered pine and quietly watched the sun rising slowly in the distance.

Crash.

Mo Fan took out two porcelain bowls, opened the wine jar, and poured out the liquor. The sound of the liquor hitting the porcelain bowls was so crisp.

The two porcelain bowls were filled, and Mo Fan picked up one of the bowls, pointed it towards the sky in the distance, and said, "Old man, I respect you."

Gulu gulu, a bowl full of strong liquor, as strong as fire poured from the mouth, mixed with the spicy and pungent flavor and flowed into Mo Fan's stomach.Just one sip made Mo Fan's cheeks somewhat rosy. With Mo Fan's current physique, a bowl of wine had no impact on Mo Fan at all.

But everyone will get drunk if they are not drunk. It is Mo Fan who wants to get drunk.

Mo Fan picked up another bowl of wine and poured it on the mountain wall, "I don't know what kind of wine you like, so don't dislike it."

"Old man, I don't know how you are doing there? I don't know if anyone is taking care of you. I am the only one who can tolerate your bad temper..."

On the cliff, Mo Fan was drinking alone, while the other was chatting to the sky, recounting every detail of the past year. Unknowingly, one jar of wine had reached the bottom, the second jar, the third jar... ..

Mo Fan seemed to have endless things to say to the old man.

"Look at me, how could I forget to prepare food and drinks for you!" Mo Fan scolded with a smile, and helped him to his feet from the withered pine tree.

He came to the place where the charcoal marks were before and started to take care of the long-haired rabbit in his hands alone. The scene was very quiet, and the only sound was the sound of Mo Fan beating the long-haired rabbit. The skillful operation, although shaky, made Mo Fan It still took less than a quarter of an hour to clean up the long-haired rabbit.

"Old man, just wait, it will be fine soon."

Under the surging soul power and attack, sparks were flying and Mo Fan quickly lit the fire.

sizzle.

Under the roasting fire, the roasted rabbit kept making sizzling sounds, and with the accompanying condiments, the alluring fragrance began to fill the air.The golden rabbit meat looks particularly appetizing.

"It's baked and ready to eat!"

Mo Fan raised the roast rabbit in his hand, with tears in his eyes, "Let me try it for you first."

Ignoring the hot rabbit meat, Mo Fan tore into the rabbit meat with big mouthfuls, took a sip of strong wine, and a mouthful of rabbit meat. While he was devouring the meat, his tears could not be controlled.

Gurgling, gurgling, one mouthful of strong wine was swallowed into the stomach, and there was a click. It was the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking. As if he disliked the porcelain bowl being too small, Mo Fan directly picked up a jar of wine and started drinking. The strong wine swiped from the corner of Mo Fan's mouth. It fell and wet Mo Fan's clothes.

After drinking the wine, there was a sound of the wine jar breaking, and Mo Fan's swaying figure fell to the ground, leaning on the dead pine, looking at the sky with tearful eyes.

"Hahaha." A somewhat crazy laughter sounded, which was sad, bitter, and sad...

Tired, very tired, very tired. A feeling of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart began to spread. Mo Fan's hands fell weakly to his sides and his eyes slowly closed.

Dark, weightless.

Crash.It was the sound of falling raindrops, and the gloomy sky cast a layer of haze over the world.

The heavy rain quickly soaked Mo Fan's clothes. At the familiar manor, Mo Fan raised his head and looked at the figure in the distance. He had black hair, black clothes, and cold but identical cheeks. It was Mo Fan in black, but the difference was that he was the same as usual. , this time Mo Fan in black held a sword in his hand... Zanpakutō!