Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

But when Wang Feng felt the resistance behind him disappear and stood up, he found that the figure had disappeared. Apart from him, there was no one else...

Wang Feng was a little disappointed, his mouth unconsciously curved into an inverted crescent moon, and his eyes looked blank and disappointed: "Master..."

No one responded to him behind him. Wang Fengqiang smiled and cheered up and pushed open the dusty door in front of him.

crunch--

When he opened the door, dust rushed into his face, and Wang Feng choked. If he felt it carefully, it was also mixed with a faint smell of solidified blood.

The house is not big, and as long as he can remember, this house has been with him and his brother as a shelter from wind and rain.

And his memories before the age of five were vague, and now he can no longer remember the details.

"Dirty and dilapidated..."

This was Wang Feng's first impression of the environment here.

Most of the shabby, old and simple tables, chairs and furniture were picked up from outside.

However, these memories did not make a deep impression on him.

I only remember that I and my brother have lived together for the past five years, and their lives have been very difficult. They are also very able to endure hardships. No matter how hard or tired they are, Wang Feng has always carried them.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Feng's eyes became moist again. His peripheral vision swept across the middle of the wooden floor, and there was a dark mark.

Wang Shu died there.

The dark brown color after blood coagulation seems so conspicuous now.

Wang Feng forced himself not to recall these past events, and pretended to be calm as he shuttled back and forth between the bedroom and the living room.

The longer he stays here, the more things Wang Feng can recall, and the more painful memories it brings to him.

After recalling some details, Wang Feng followed the vague memories of his childhood and opened the secret compartment under the bed.

There was only one thing stored in this secret compartment, which was a photo of him and his brother.

However, in addition to the two of them in the photo, there are two figures standing not far away, standing there quietly looking at them.

The photo is very blurry, and the only thing that can be seen clearly is that both of them are very strong, except that one of them has beautiful silver hair.

Wang Feng frowned, "Why does this man look so much like Master..."

Indeed, from the physical point of view, this man looks very much like the master, especially the silver hair and unique temperament. The other man is wearing a gorgeous robe, and his face and hair color cannot be clearly seen.

Compared with the man on the left who looks a bit like a master, the man on the right is more like a decoration. It is Wang Feng's good eyesight that can distinguish so many details.

After all, they are the protagonists in this photo. Maybe I just accidentally photographed those two people.

Wang Feng recalled that when he and his brother took this photo, they didn't seem to be in a bad mood.

There is a person who sends enough money for their living expenses every month. Also, there is a figure that is very vague in his memory every time. That person is always tall and tall. When Wang Feng observes, he always raises his head.

As for the memories going forward, they are blurry.

Seeing that there was nothing useful to gain, Wang Feng planned to leave.

After much thought, he couldn't remember who Weiss was.

But this person's voice is still everywhere in the house.

Wang Feng found a few lines of crooked fonts on a wall, which should have been written by Wang Shu.

There's his name, there's his brother's name, and...Wes!

Wang Feng took a deep breath, his heart beating fast.

Weiss!

He suddenly remembered this name. It should be the man who looked up to him every time in his memory.

After leaving here, Wang Feng returned to the mountain behind Wuhun Hall and met Hu Liena, but he didn't even hear her say hello to him.

The whole person seemed to be wandering as if he had lost his soul, walking forward aimlessly.

Hu Liena pursed her lips and left unhappily.

Wang Feng walked listlessly to the mountain behind the Elder's Hall. The place was still empty. Before the master came back, there was usually no fireworks here.

The faint aroma of wine spread in the back hill, and he even felt that there was no one behind him when he spoke before evening. It was all his own imagination.

But it was just speculation. At that time, he really felt that there was a gaze staring at him.

Could that be an illusion too?

Wang Feng first finished cleaning the house for She Long, and it was already late at night when he returned to his room. He lay on the bed for a while before he began to snore slightly.

The moonlight is bleak, and when the autumn wind comes, the cold wind will blow into the house. She Long will often pay attention to it at this time.

The air is crisp every autumn, and Wang Feng always likes to kick the quilt in this lukewarm season.

If you sleep without a quilt, you will have no energy the next day, and you will be listless and extremely tired.

"This kid started kicking the quilt again..." She Long walked into the room helplessly, looked at Wang Feng's quilt that was almost falling to the ground, and sighed.

"When will you grow up?"

He covered Wang Feng with the quilt again and snuggled in a few more centimeters. After doing this, he saw that Wang Feng was still sleeping soundly and left in no hurry.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the moonlight reflected in the window, he carefully observed his apprentice.

Sometimes he is said to be a child, but he is much more mature than some adults.

But it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was a child, a child bent on revenge.

She Long struggled with the contradictory thoughts for so long that he didn't realize that Wang Feng, who was lying peacefully on the bed, woke up at some point.

It wasn't until a pair of delicate hands gently held his calloused hands that She Long woke up.

Looking at Wang Feng, whose eyes were red, he felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Feng, why are you awake?" She Long's voice was still so calm.

However, Wang Feng's heart was filled with turmoil.

"Master, you are finally back..."

Wang Feng hugged She Long's strong arms and looked at him with red eyes, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

She Long was held by Wang Feng in a strange posture, but he had no intention of breaking away.

"Master, can you please stop leaving me?" Wang Feng said this with a trembling voice, almost in a pleading tone.

She Long half-opened his mouth. He couldn't bear to see Wang Feng like this. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "As long as you think about the master, the master will always be by your side."

"I'm sorry Xiaofeng, there are some things that I have to deal with as a teacher, but they will be solved soon."

He did not directly answer Wang Feng's question, but said this ambiguous sentence.

Wang Feng knew that he could not keep She Long, so he rubbed his red eyes, pretended to be calm and hesitated for a moment and asked: "Then the one who is in the old city this afternoon is the master?"

Wang Feng originally thought that She Long would give an explanation, such as telling him tactfully that the person was not him, but he did not expect that She Long would tell him directly.

"it's me."