The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

On the back hill of Qibao Mountain, the core area of ​​the Qibao Glazed Sect, at twelve o'clock in the evening, a tiptoeing figure walked out of a seven-story villa, and turned back to look up after leaving the door.

Ning Rongrong, who was standing at the window on the seventh floor, waved to the little maid, looking very excited. She showed a rare good look and made a cheering gesture.

Holding a wooden box, the little maid swallowed a sip of saliva, nodded, and walked towards Mo Wen's residence tremblingly with an aura that would never come back.

While walking, I could clearly hear various strange sounds coming from the box, including buzzing and crawling sounds, which were very uncomfortable to hear.

Five minutes later, looking at the villa in front of her, the little maid looked back again. Sure enough, Ning Rongrong was leaning out half of her body to observe with a telescope.

Quietly opening the door, the maid managed to sneak in. She took a quick look and found that no one was there. She continued walking up, and there was no one on the second floor. She walked further up, and there was no one on the third floor. There were only two floors left. Her The little heart started to beat faster.

Walking up step by step, suddenly a man fell down from above hanging upside down, with his long hair disheveled, and his face happened to be face to face with the little maid.

It was a face covered in blood, with eyes without pupils. The pale color was breathtaking and terrifying.

The highly concentrated little maid screamed in fright at the sudden change and threw the box out of her hand.

"Ah~! Help!" Then he ran downstairs, forgetting all the tasks and instructions.

At this time, Mo Wen appeared next to him, caught the box thrown by the little maid, and laughed out loud when he heard the sound inside.

This kind of challenging thing can really make people excited.

"Come down, Qing Yi." He said to the hanging man.

The figure gracefully came down, arranging her hair, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on her face. Qing Yi was also helpless. It was so boring for two children to fight and drag her, a 35-year-old sister, into the fight.

Looking at Mo Wen, who is 1.8 meters tall, Qing Yi seemed to get to know this mature 11-year-old kid again, "You obviously act so mature, but I didn't expect you to be so naive."

"Hehehe, my sister told me that childhood is only once, and I have missed it now. Youth is only once, why not enjoy it. Life is like a dish, it needs condiments. I have tried to enjoy life, and so have you. OK."

Carrying the box and walking downstairs, Mo Wen's words kept echoing in Qing Yi's heart. Yes, he is 35 years old this year. He joined the Qibao Glazed Sect at the age of ten. He has always been studying, serving people, and practicing. Now he is even practicing. No more.

As she thought about it, her expression darkened, as if she had no right to choose. After her parents gave her one thousand gold soul coins, she lost herself in her life.

Looking at the beautiful little maid in front of him, Ning Rongrong was very angry. It was obviously a perfect plan, but it was all ruined because of this useless guy.

"You're a useless thing. I'm so angry. Keeping you is just a waste of Qibao Glazed Sect's food. Waste! Waste! Waste!!!"

The body was trembling, and the little maid didn't dare to reply a word, or even dare to make an excuse. Nine years old and eleven levels of soul power, there are too many such existences, not to mention that the martial soul is just a garbage existence like a leaf. Being able to bear Ning Rongrong's insults silently.

It happened that Mo Wen came outside at this time. When he heard Ning Rongrong's angry words, he shook his head. This little girl's character was worse than he imagined. It seemed that she needed heavy medicine to cure her.

Raising his hand to crush the box, Mo Wen wrapped the bug with his soul power. Mo Wen waved and threw it towards Ning Rongrong, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

"3, 2, 1." Mo Wen silently counted three times in his mind.

"Ah!" Sure enough, the next second, screams came from inside the house, and two figures rushed out of the door one after another.

In the innermost house, Ning Fengzhi hugged Gu Rong tightly and kept comforting him, "Uncle Gu, I went to see him yesterday without knowing the situation. Mo Wen knows this guy. Don't be impulsive. Let's not get involved." .”

The veins on his forehead popped out, and Gu Rong didn't dare to use too much force. It would be bad if he hurt Ning Fengzhi, a novice. He tried his best to control his impulses, and even his breathing became heavy. A titled Douluo couldn't even control his own breathing. It is also a rare thing.

Ning Rongrong, who fled in a hurry, looked at Mo Wen in front of him. He couldn't control his breathing rhythm and kept breathing heavily. It was the first time in his life that he felt this kind of anger, but he couldn't afford to offend the man in front of him. Able to take out your anger on the people around you.

"What are you doing out here? Why don't you go in and clean up those things? I'm going to go back to bed soon. There are a bunch of bugs. What are you afraid of? Get out!"

This is the sadness of this world, and the scene in front of him is just a microcosm of it. Seeing the back of the little maid resisting the fear of going back, Mo Wen clenched his fists.

In the past, after the children in the orphanage awakened their martial arts souls, those with soul power would study as work-study students, while those without soul power would be sent to various workshops to be apprentices, and many of them were beaten to death.

Since he was adopted by Liu Erlong, the children have one more choice. They can go to Lanba Academy to do some ordinary work. With Mo Wen and Liu Erlong here, they no longer have to suffer the humiliation and live a life of this kind. Days without a meal.

With great power comes great responsibility. Mo Wen wanted to enter the power center and monopolize power in order to change this social situation. He also designated a way of balance, selecting low-level soul masters and granting them the status of disciples of the Holy Way to check and balance those big families.

The little guy in front of him can still be saved, and he can save it. Unlike those big nobles, their inherited martial arts have offensive power. If they continue to be so mean, they may be beaten to death by their own men in the future, or become RBQ.

Of course, Ning Fengzhi will not let this situation go. At present, Ning Rongrong does not have the qualities that a qualified heir should possess. Ning Tian is better at this aspect. I don’t know if there are those brothers who did it. Good thing.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong was facing Mo Wen with her back arrogantly. She couldn't fight or drive him away, so she could only be out of sight and out of mind.

After glancing at his middle finger, Mo Wen stretched out his right hand and flicked Ning Rongrong's head hard, making a muffled sound, the sound of a skull.

"Ah." Ning Rongrong held her head and hid on the ground. She felt extremely wronged. I didn't mess with you, so why did you hit me? "What are you doing?"

"You look cute and I want to bully you. Why do you have any objection?" He looked down at Ning Rongrong who was being bullied by him. He didn't know why Mo Wen felt so happy and wanted to do it again, maybe it would be even better.

"Why do you hit me? My father has never hit me! I am the young sect master, and I want to punish you to clean the toilet!" Ning Rongrong stood up and looked up at Mo Wen. Even if he was not tall enough, he could not lose his momentum.

"Why can you bully others, but I can't bully you? I won't fight back. It was your idea to throw the bugs. If you don't like it, fight back." For the first time, Mo Wen used an arrogant attitude. I wasn't used to it, so I found an excuse.

Reasons are for people with morals. To deal with Ning Rongrong, a person with low morals and little strength of her own, fists are more effective. When will she know how to behave, and when will she be able to reason with her.

"What evidence do you have! Just say it was me who threw bugs into my house. Ah, I'm going to tell Grandpa Bone and ask him to deal with you." He stomped hard, trying to step on Mo Wen's foot. , but was dodged, and her feet hurt from the shock. Ning Rongrong turned around and wanted to find Gu Rong.

Putting his big hand on Ning Rongrong's head, Mo Wen couldn't let her go to the old man who was protecting her shortcomings. If she got beaten by Gu Rong, it would be in vain and there would be no benefit at all, so he quickly turned on the verbal abuse mode.

"That's it? What will happen if you go? As long as you are no match for me, I will bully you and beat you, and you won't be able to retaliate. There will always be times when Bone Douluo is not around. You just go to him. It will make me strike even more ruthlessly." He said sullenly, Mo Wen made a guest appearance as a villain, and what he said was not ruthless enough, so he needed to learn from it.

No matter how hard he tried to break free, he could not escape from Mo Wen's big hand. Ning Rongrong felt fear for the first time. After being let go, she did not continue to look for Bone Douluo, but returned to her house silently.