Death of Douluo

"I don't want to be your companion. Can't you tell that I want to leave? Is it not obvious enough?" Hearing this, Mo Fan felt a headache.

"Do you think I can't control you if you choose a stupid boy?" Zhu Zhuyun on the side heard Zhu Zhuqing's choice, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Why!" Ye Kun looked ugly when he heard this, and asked directly. His aristocratic pride did not allow him to be surpassed by a commoner, let alone someone who was not even as talented as him.

"Mother, I want Mo Fan to be my reading companion." Zhu Zhuqing ignored Ye Kun, but looked at the middle-aged woman in the middle with a sure expression, and repeated it coldly.

"Is this girl so smart at such a young age? What a mistake. It looks like she's holding on to me and won't let go." Mo Fan had a headache. If he were Zhu Zhuqing, he might make the same choice as Zhu Zhuqing.

Choosing Ye Kun is equivalent to wasting the opportunity to study with and cultivate a confidant, but choosing Mo Fan is different. Although his talent is a little worse, Mo Fan behaves well-behaved and innocent, and coupled with his status as a civilian, he is obviously better than Ye Kun. Kun Hao has more control.

And just when Zhu Zhuqing's mother was about to speak.

"No..." Mo Fan said decisively.

Everyone was also stunned. No one expected that Mo Fan would refuse. Zhu Zhuqing's mother had a smile on her lips and looked at Mo Fan with narrowed eyes.

Among the Nether Civet Cat Family, does Mo Fan have the right to refuse?Obviously not.

Mo Fan also knew this and continued: "...I have to go back and ask my old man to agree."

It wasn't over yet, Mo Fan blinked his smart eyes, and with a bit of pity in his obedience, he began to divert everyone's attention, "...Can you lend me some money? I have a soul." Power, I will return it to you when I become a soul master..."

"What do you want money for?" It was Dai Mubai who spoke, his evil eyes staring at Mo Fan. Dai Mubai was three years older than Zhu Zhuqing, and at nine years old, he was obviously much more mature than Zhu Zhuqing.

No one expected that Mo Fan would borrow money under such circumstances.

"What are you borrowing money for? Of course it's to run away. Otherwise, why?" Of course, Mo Fan would not say that.

Mo Fan lowered his head, with a trace of redness in his eyes, and said pitifully: "My old man has not had enough to eat for a long time because he bought me these clothes. I want to buy him something to eat... ..”

When everyone heard this, they were immediately moved by Mo Fan's words, and instantly imagined the scene of an old man saving money on food and drink, and buying a set of clothes for his child in order to have a decent appearance.

If they knew that Mo Fan and the old man were chatting and laughing while eating roast rabbit last night, they didn't know what they would think.

"Give him a hundred gold soul coins, and as long as you become my companion, I will buy you whatever you want to eat or buy in the future." Zhu Zhuqing spoke directly after hearing this, looking like a domineering president.

"One hundred! Gold Soul Coins?" Mo Fan exclaimed, waved his hand to reject it, and then said: "No need for that much, no need for more, one Gold Soul Coin, no, no, no, one Silver Soul Coin is enough. And there are so many What should I do if someone else robs my money?"

"It's okay, just take it. This is my token. As long as you have the token, it means you are a member of our Netherworld Civet Family. No one in Xingluo City will dare to steal your money."

With that said, Zhu Zhuqing took off his belt from his waist and handed it to Mo Fan. At the same time, he motioned to the guard on one side to take out a hundred gold soul coins.

"Is this really...ok?" Mo Fan looked hesitant and raised his hand halfway, as if he didn't dare to take it.

In fact, I was already laughing in my heart, "One hundred gold soul coins are enough for me to run away. With the token, this operation is stable! My acting skills are not enough for even an Oscar statuette!"

"Take it!" Zhu Zhuqing stood up and directly thrust the bag containing one hundred gold soul coins and the token into Mo Fan's hands.

"Thank you!" Mo Fan looked at Zhu Zhuqing's pure eyes and expressed his sincere gratitude.

"You have to give this to me yourself, don't blame me! Hehe!" Mo Fan reluctantly accepted the gold soul coin and token.

"Qiu Yue, since he wants to go back, you should send him back first. As for the accompanying reading... we can discuss it later!" The middle-aged woman who had never said a word from beginning to end is Zhu Zhuqing's The mother finally spoke at this moment.

"Okay madam." Zhu Zhuqing's mother said that Qiu Yue was none other than the person who helped Mo Fan awaken his martial spirit.

"As for the others, they will be distributed according to family rules." After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing's mother stood up and left without looking back.

After Zhu Zhuqing's mother left, Qiu Yue turned to look at Mo Fan and said directly: "Let's go. I'll take you back."

Zhu Zhuqing's mother arranged for Qiu Yue to send Mo Fan back for one purpose, which was to investigate Mo Fan's identity and origin, as well as the authenticity of what Mo Fan just said.

"Then I'm leaving. Goodbye." Mo Fan smiled and waved goodbye to Ye Kun, who had long been reduced to the background of Zhu Zhuqing.

Under the leadership of Qiu Yue, Mo Fan quickly left the Nether Civet Clan.

"Little Mofan, isn't anyone here to pick you up?" Qiu Yue asked doubtfully as he watched Mofan leave.

After all, almost all the children who come to awaken their martial spirits are brought here by their parents. When they enter the Netherworld Civet Family and awaken, their parents will be waiting outside.

"I came here on my own." Mo Fan led Qiu Yue towards the old man's usual wine shop in a familiar manner.

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't know..." Mo Fan looked a little disappointed. This disappointment was not pretending, but real.

Qiu Li looked at Mo Fan sympathetically, touched his head, and continued to ask: "Then who did you grow up with?"

"With our old man, our old man was very kind to me. He gave me all the best except wine! He just lost his temper a little."

"Is that your grandpa?"

"Ah."

"Then what does your grandfather do?" Qiu Yue continued to ask.

"The old man... He was in poor health and couldn't make money, so... he had no choice but to beg. He managed to pull me up, so that I could have good clothes... .." At this point, Mo Fan's voice was particularly deep and he stopped with a hint of sobbing.

"Poor child." Qiu Yue looked at Mo Fan's appearance and felt even more heartbroken and sympathetic to Mo Fan.

"When I become a soul master, I must repay the old man for his upbringing." Mo Fan said firmly and seriously, looking at the wine shop not far away, pointing and then said: "The old man likes to drink. , Uncle, can you take me to buy some wine with you?"

For a time, the image of a well-behaved, pitiful, filial, and repaying good boy was established deep in Qiu Yue's heart.