Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

My name is Zhao Fan, I am a handsome boy who is over twenty-nine years old at heart and seven years old physically. At this time, I am facing the most severe and critical moment in seven years.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fan couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation; he raised his head and looked at the burly black-robed man in front of him, and let out a sob.

"Drink quickly, don't force me to open your mouth and force it in."

The man's dull voice sounded, and Zhao Fan trembled, holding his butt and taking a deep breath.

It was already two hours after Zhao Fan woke up. In the long period of time before, his buttocks had been tortured; the burning pain still did not subside at all, as if devil's chili noodles were applied to his buttocks.

"hurry up."

The man urged again, holding a pottery bowl filled with yellow-gray liquid in his outstretched left hand.

Zhao Fan looked at the unknown liquid and swallowed.

He closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate, and slowly stretched out his hands tremblingly.

Sudden.

"boom!"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Hao! I know I was wrong! I will never be naughty again! Please go around me once because I am still a child!"

Zhao Fan instantly knelt down on one knee, with his waist level with the horizontal plane; his body naturally trembled with fear, and his tone of voice sounded a little crying when he spoke.

Time passed bit by bit, and the leaves floated leisurely from the mid-air to the top of his head. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of snapping leaves covering the ground was heard, and the distance of the sound became closer and closer.

Zhao Fan secretly made a decision in his heart, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to hide his identity, if Tang Hao had the intention of killing someone because his identity was revealed, he would not be without the strength to resist; the blue fire revolver rewarded on the mission board was not a simple item.

A minute later, the footsteps stopped in front of Zhao Fan, and he was ready to fire at any time.

"Get up, kid; I don't know how you recognized me, but it's undeniable that you do have some skills."

Tang Hao's voice sounded.

Zhao Fan raised his head and stood up, patting the leaves and weeds adhering to his knees.

He took a few steps back, and with Tang Hao's shocked look on his face, a beautiful and moving melody sounded out of thin air.

Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses; following the accompaniment played on the task board, he opened his mouth slightly and danced.

Four minutes and twenty-four seconds later, the woods became quiet again.

Zhao Fan and Tang Hao looked at each other with big eyes. Tang Hao lowered his head and pondered for a while, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly; he pointed at his head and looked at Zhao Fan.

"Boy, why don't you ask your parents to see a doctor one day? Your illness is quite serious."

A vein popped up on Zhao Fan's forehead, but he didn't explain anything. Just let it be a misunderstanding. You won't lose anything anyway.

Tang Hao sighed and lifted the hat of his windbreaker completely; his face was still the face Zhao Fan had seen before, but his originally dim and turbid eyes were now full of vitality and depth. Deep in the brown pupils, there seemed to be a flame that was enough to burn the sky.

Zhao Fan didn't understand what made this man change so much, but he didn't ask; ideas kept popping up in his mind, and he also wanted the reward for being the first choice.

The task board never stipulates that you can only choose one. Of course, it does not count if there are contradictions between the choices. For this type of task, you must choose one of the two.

Suddenly, Zhao Fan showed a bright and innocent smile, and he took small steps and trotted to Tang Hao's side.

Tang Hao was a little confused, and his body was about to attack automatically, but he immediately restrained himself.

"Boy, what bad intentions do you have?"

Zhao Fan did not answer, but took out a bulging small leather bag from his arms and handed it into Tang Hao's big hand.

Tang Hao frowned and was about to push back.

"Uncle Hao, just keep the money. Even if you don't need it, you can still give it to Tang San."

Tang Hao was stunned.

Zhao Fan narrowed his eyes and the smile on his face became brighter.

Tang Hao was a little confused. Looking at the money bag in his palm, he was very clear that if the golden soul coins in it were given to Tang San, his son would not have to worry about his life in the next five years.

Zhao Fan waited for a while and moved a little further away from Tang Hao.

"Uncle Hao, you know that I have always had a good relationship with Tang San; Tang San is very strong, and even if he can only eat coarse cakes every day, he is not willing to borrow money from me at all."

"Uncle Hao, you borrowed this money from me. If you have a chance in the future, just pay it back to me."

Tang Hao took a deep look at Zhao Fan, remained silent for a few seconds, and then put the money bag into his arms.

"Boy, let me thank you on behalf of the mistress; also, the matter of you taking laxatives last time has been cleared up, and today I will teach you a lesson. Don't be so naughty in the future. This world is not as simple as you see now. good."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhao Fan hurriedly ran to Tang Hao and stopped him, spreading his arms.

Tang Hao frowned again, looking a little impatient.

"Boy, what else do you want to do?"

Zhao Fan did not reply immediately, but carefully considered it in his mind for a few seconds; based on the previous situation, Tang San's father seemed to have a bad temper. If she angered him, there would be no danger, but her butt would definitely suffer again.

"That." Zhao Fan scratched his face, his eyes wandering, and there was a look of hesitation and embarrassment on his face.

"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I have other things to do and I don't have time to waste here."

Zhao Fan couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

What does it mean to have no time to waste? Then you went out of your way to kidnap my child? Still torturing me?

Zhao Fan took a deep breath and tried to curve the corners of his mouth as innocently as possible.

"Uncle Hao, can you please sing a song? You don't have to sing the whole song, just a few lines."

Tang Hao lowered his head and looked at the short-handed Zhao Fan in front of him. Although he was very reluctant in his heart, he was the one who was short-handed after all.

"Okay, three lines, what to sing?"

Zhao Fan was instantly overjoyed.

He took out a piece of parchment from his arms and came to Tang Hao.

"Uncle Hao, here are the lyrics, let's sing the climax..."

"No, it doesn't matter. I'll sing it once and you can just learn to sing it..."

"I am conquered by you like this~..."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Hao, please sing "Conquer" in a higher pitch..."

"Uncle Hao, there's something wrong with what you're singing. You should sing like this..."

"..."

.........

Half an hour later, in the woods, a little boy of about six years old was lying on the grass with his bare buttocks; there seemed to be wisps of white smoke floating into the air on both sides of the round light.

Zhao Fan covered his face and sobbed, feeling filled with grief and anger.

Is this the difference in strength? Sure enough, no matter in which world, "the weak eat the strong, and the strong survive." is always the first rule.

【Surprise mission! Finish! 】

[Your choices are-choice one and choice two! 】

[The reward has been issued. 】

Suddenly, there was no wind and waves around Zhao Fan, and the blue silver grass that had not been crushed appeared in waves.

Level 18, done.