Death of Douluo

Silent all night, Mo Fan lay in front of the withered pine all night, until the rising warm sun, the first ray of sunshine that represented this hope, shone on Mo Fan's body, and the shadows of Mo Fan and the withered pine were reflected on the steep mountain wall.

The shadow of the withered pine was like a kind old man holding Mo Fan in his arms. Mo Fan looked at the shadow on the ground, tears filling his eyes.

"Old man, do you want to say that you are always by my side?"

Mo Fan didn't know if it was God's will or a coincidence, but he still felt warm in his heart at this moment.

Black light flashed, and the Zanpakutō appeared in Mo Fan's hand. He looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand and whispered to himself: "Thank you. Next time we meet, I will definitely find the direction I am pursuing."

Mo Fan stood up slowly, with a smile in his indifferent expression. This smile no longer looked so cold, but more like a firework.

Looking at the messy mountain top and the last jar of wine left on one side, Mo Fan directly grabbed it and drank it all in two or three sips from the jar of wine.

"Old man, no wonder you like drinking so much. This wine does have some flavor after drinking too much, hahaha."

The smile at the corner of Mo Fan's mouth became even thicker. After casually throwing away the wine jar in his hand, he continued to say towards the sky: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely live well. I will not forget your words. You... I will not forget you." Will forget."

It is naturally impossible to say that Mo Fan has given up his hatred. It can only be said that under the enlightenment of Mo Fan in black and Mo Fan's self-reflection, he finally came out of the abyss of hatred.

It is impossible to say that he is completely relieved. Now Mo Fan can only say that he is partially relieved. Hatred and hatred are still remembered, but they are just hidden deep in Mo Fan's heart.

Mo Fan's figure jumped lightly and jumped directly from the top of the mountain. The falling figure turned in the sky. The sky, the top of the mountain, and the withered pines were reflected in Mo Fan's eyes. Mo Fan waved his hand gently, as if Farewell.

In the blink of an eye, seeing that the ground was already less than a few dozen meters away, Mo Fan's figure turned in the sky again, and the Zanpakutō in his hand was inserted straight into the mountain wall, clicking, clicking, followed by a burst of the mountain wall. With a broken sound, Mo Fan landed smoothly.

The black light dissipated, and Mo Fan's figure returned to normal, walking towards Shrek Academy without looking back.

At the gate of the college.

Oscar frowned and stared into the distance, the worry in his expression was palpable. Oscar's figure had been standing here all night. On weekdays, Oscar would never be worried about Mo Fan at all, but on this special day, Oscar How can we not worry?

In the distance, a familiar figure was walking towards Shrek Academy, it was Mo Fan.

From a distance, Mo Fan had already seen Oscar waiting outside the academy. Looking at Oscar's looking eyes, Mo Fan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

Mo Fan's figure flashed and he came directly behind Oscar. With the difference in strength between Mo Fan and Oscar, it was easy for Mo Fan to sneak up behind Oscar.

"Xiao Ao, are you peeking at that beautiful woman here? She's so fascinated." Mo Fan put a hand on Oscar's shoulder and looked in the direction Oscar was looking.

Oscar paused and listened to the familiar teasing voice beside his ears. His worries immediately disappeared. He turned to look at Mo Fan and said with a smile: "You have the nerve to say that you know how to let me exercise all day long. Now I still have the energy to do it." Look at the beauty.”

Mo Fan patted Oscar on the shoulder, looked around, then leaned close to Oscar's ear and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm telling you quietly, your future wife is a top beauty, take your time in the future."

Oscar chuckled and pushed Mo Fan away, "I just believed your ghost..."

Mo Fan continued jokingly: "What? One is not enough? I didn't expect that our Xiao Ao is still a playboy."

"Okay, you, you smell like alcohol, you better go back and wash yourself off." Oscar pinched his nose and waved his hand with a look of disgust.

Mo Fan chuckled and smelled the smell on his body. It was indeed not that good. "I know, I know, but I haven't had breakfast yet. Give me a sausage to fill my stomach first..."

“Think of me as a free breakfast supplier, and you’ll know how to cheat me every day…”

Although Oscar said this, he still made a sausage honestly and handed it to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan took the sausage, took a bite, and said while chewing: "Well... I'm going to wash up first, and you should go back and have a rest. See you in the dormitory later!"

Oscar looked at Mo Fan's leaving figure and had a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that Mo Fan seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell where exactly he had changed. But what he could be sure of was that Mo Fan had changed for the better. .

Oscar rubbed his swollen head and couldn't help but thought to himself: "Did he figure something out last night?"

Oscar was not far away, and he had no sleep all night. He just wanted to sleep quietly for a while.

Oscar fell asleep not long after he returned to the dormitory. Mofan also washed up and came back, changed into a pair of clean clothes, and Mofan's alcohol smell was gone.

It was fine in the morning. He had just washed up. Mo Fan did not choose to continue exercising, but started practicing cross-legged.

At noon, Mo Fan woke up from his practice. Looking at Oscar who was still sleeping soundly, Mo Fan did not wake him up.

After having lunch alone in the cafeteria, it was still an hour before the afternoon classes. Mo Fan was not in a hurry to return to the dormitory, but walked in another direction.

This direction is exactly where Dai Mubai's dormitory is!

On weekdays, Mo Fan focused on training and only visited a few places in his daily schedule. He paid very little attention to Dai Mubai, and Dai Mubai almost avoided Mo Fan, so the chances of the two meeting each other were very few.

"Aren't you here?" Mo Fan looked at Dai Mubai's dormitory. The spiritual network had already spread, and there was no one in the empty dormitory.

Mo Fan looked at the empty dormitory with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Mo Fan naturally had his own intentions when he went to find Dai Mubai.

Whether the feedback from the soul gift is strong or not, talent is an important factor. The stronger the talent, the stronger the feedback. In the past, due to excessive pursuit of power, Mo Fan always regarded the Oscar with the best talent as the soul. The No. 1 choice for gifts.

Because of the special nature of the gift of soul, once it is given, Mo Fan can control the power of life and death of the person who gave it to a certain extent.

Mo Fan has lost his family ties. The friendship at this moment is naturally the most valuable existence for Mo Fan.

After realizing that he cannot be influenced by hatred, Mo Fan will no longer consider Oscar as a candidate for the Gift of Souls. He does not want the friendship between the two to change due to the existence of the Gift of Souls.

Now that Oscar has been excluded from the list of recipients, the only one left is... Dai Mubai!