The devil of Douluo is in the world

Chapter 1 Naihe Qiaotou, Forgotten River Preface
Naihe bridgehead, Wangchuan preface.

At the bridge of Naihe, a man covered in scars, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and leaned on the blood-stained railing.

The blood flowed down the railing, blending with the dark unknown and unknown bloodstains on the historic site, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Looking at the boundless Wangchuan River in front of him, the young man murmured in a low voice with a bit of sadness on his resolute face:

"Can you really forget everything and start from scratch?"

He started to pick up the Mengpo soup and drank it without hesitation.

One bowl...two bowls...three bowls...

Eighteen bowls!
He finally started to cry.

"Why can't I forget her, why, why, why..."

"Do you have to keep licking after you die? Licking dogs, licking dogs, until nothing is left. I'm so useless!"

Tears fell drop by drop, and on the quiet Naihe Bridge, there was a tick-tock-tick-tick sound, and there was a slight sobbing sound.

The boy does not cry easily, but it is not when he is sad.

Just as he was about to drink the No.19 bowl of Meng Po soup, Meng Po next to him spoke.

"Young man, you have already drunk eighteen bowls, tell me, do you still remember her appearance?"

The young man froze for a moment, his brain didn't even think about it, every bit and every drop of his voice jumped into his mind instantly.

On the cheeks, tears rolled down again.

He replied: "Remember! She is cold and beautiful, and she never took the initiative to talk to me, but I will always remember the scar she left on her cheek to save me."

Granny Meng was silent for a while, then asked again: "Is it worth it?
You drank eighteen bowls, but you still couldn't erase her from your memory and truly forget her.

But as for her, after only drinking a bowl, she completely forgot about you, and she no longer has the slightest nostalgia. "

The boy didn't speak, just kept bumping his head on the Naihe Bridge...

It seems to want to smash those unforgettable memories.

Inadvertently, no one noticed that at the wound on his forehead, a trace of blood red quietly entered it, hibernated well, and escaped the surveillance of the Three Realms and the Five Elements.

Meng Po asked: "If there is an afterlife, what wish do you have?"

Close your eyes, open them again, your eyes are full of blood-colored light, you clenched your teeth, clenched your fists, your veins bulged, and said in a cold voice:
"If there is an afterlife, I want to be myself again, to be a peerless strong man, and never to be a licking dog again."

Granny Meng was silent for a while, then said quietly: "In the past nine reincarnations, every time you came here, you always said these words, I hope you will have good luck in the next life..."

Hearing this, he stood there in a daze for a long time, and finally, he whispered deeply:
"If you teach that there is no hatred in your eyes, and you don't believe that there are white heads in the world! Those who block my way will be killed...no... pardoned!"

After all, the boy finally drank the last bowl of Mengpo soup and forgot everything completely.

With nothing to worry about, he strode forward, crossed the Naihe Bridge, crossed the Wangchuan River, and entered reincarnation.

Granny Meng watched him leave in a daze, when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew.

The veil on Granny Meng's face was blown off, revealing the terrifying scar on her peerless face...

　(This book is different, has a different approach, and is a bit slow to heat up. If you have already experienced reading fatigue from those same Douluo fans, then you can read this book slowly. The author promises that you will not be disappointed .

　　On the contrary, this fanbook may not be suitable for you, so come back later.

　　The front is the foreshadowing, and the real exciting part begins, so stay tuned...)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)