Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

Zhao Fan was dead, and he was very sure that he was out of the realm of life.

At this time, his soul seemed to be ascending.

Above, there was a huge suction force attracting him.

"What? What is this?! A giant's hand? Don't scratch me! Don't scratch me! Damn it, you hurt me!"

Zhao Fan cannot speak, nor can he see anything in the outside world; the only thing he can do now is to use his macho voice to scare the opponent away.

.........

In a dense forest, a middle-aged man wearing white attire and a black cloak suddenly stopped; on his chest, a large word "soul" stood out.

Behind him, a young man dressed exactly like him also stopped.

"Deacon Matthewno?"

The middle-aged man raised his right hand and stopped the young man.

After a while, he identified a direction and slowly explored there.

The steps are gentle and slow, the body is always in a state of tension; the eyes are observing the surroundings, not letting go of any movement.

"Wow!~Wow!~Wow!~..."

"Child? Why are there children in the Soul Hunting Forest?"

The young man looked at the swaddled baby in front of him with surprise on his face.

Matthewno sighed deeply, and pointed his right index finger at a pool of blood not far away.

"Deacon Matthew Nuo, are you saying that this child's parents died together with the spirit beast in order to protect him?"

Matthewno shook his head, bent down, and picked up the baby.

Strangely, the baby stopped crying when he was in Matthewno's arms.

Bai Zhi's delicate little hands grabbed Matthew Nuo's long beard and held on tightly.

"Deacon Matthew No."

"It's okay, let him catch it."

The baby's other little hand also stretched out. He seemed very happy and laughed "yeah".

Mathieu Nuo's originally serious and old-fashioned bronze face gradually became gentler, and the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly.

The young man looked surprised. It was the first time in so many years that he saw Deacon Matthew Nuo so happy.

"Haha, little guy, since your parents don't want you anymore, how about you follow me from now on?"

Matthewno said with a smile.

As if the baby understood it, he let go of his long beard and clapped his little hands in a "yeah" voice.

Mathieu Nuo suddenly became even more happy, made a decision in his heart, hugged him and walked out of the forest.

"Okay, okay, good son, good son, let's go home right now; I never thought that I, Matthew Nuo, would have a son."

Behind him, the young man watched Matthew Nuo walking away with the baby in his arms, his mouth slightly opened, and finally he chuckled and shook his head.

To get a soul ring, don’t rush for a day.

.........

Notting City is a small city in the Fasno Province in the southwest corner of the Tiandou Empire. In the most conspicuous palace in the city, a cute boy who is only five or six years old is chasing a young man.

The young man is also tall, strong and quite handsome.

But he was running away at this time, and there was nothing he could do about the boy behind him.

"Zhao Fan, stop chasing me. No matter how much you beg me, I can't take you with me."

Zhao Fan said nothing.

Although he has short legs, he runs no slower than Su Yuntao.

This is all thanks to his unremitting efforts over the past five years.

Who in Notting City doesn't know that there is a genius child in the Wuhun Branch who can talk for seven days, walk for eight months, get up and go to bed every day with a normal schedule at one year old, and get up every morning to watch the rising sun.

Usually at five o'clock in the morning, a small figure has already begun to exercise around the Wuhun Branch Hall.

Su Yuntao stopped. He turned around helplessly and faced six-year-old Zhao Fan.

"My little ancestor, how can you be more at ease? How can you get around me?"

Zhao Fan was a little tired, his cute little face was raised, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

After a while, he recovered.

"Take me to the countryside, I want to see the world."

Although the tone was serious and affirmative, the sound of the waxy milk foam made people want to laugh.

Su Yuntao laughed, but restrained himself the next moment.

Zhao Fan didn't like people praising him for being cute. He was a twenty-nine-year-old adult, and he felt uncomfortable being treated like a child every day.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared at the door of the palace.

She has a graceful figure and a clear face. When she wears the uniform of a member of the Wuhun Palace, she immediately displays all the beauty that can be seen.

"Sister Sisi! Hug!"

"Xiaofan, I haven't seen my sister for so long. Do you miss me?"

"Yes, of course I do. I think about Sister Sisi every day; Sister Sisi, you came back just in time. Brother Tao just bullied me. Can you fight him back for me?"

Not far away, Su Yuntao looked at Zhao Fan's small face, which was close to the soft part, and even showed a provocative smile to him from an angle that was not visible at all.

Su Yuntao was immediately furious, but the next moment, he was beaten back to his original form.

Zhao Fan got off Sisi and followed her long legs; since his back was completely to Sisi, he didn't have to hide it at all.

One, two, three.

Three heavy blows were struck on Su Yuntao's head, instantly making him grin in pain.

However, he still endured it in front of the goddess he pursued.

After teaching Su Yuntao a lesson, Sisi turned around and squatted down, looking at the extremely cute little Zhao Fan.

"How is it? My sister has avenged you."

"Thank you, Sister Sisi. Sister is the best."

Sisi's beautiful red phoenix eyes instantly narrowed, and her face glowed with motherly love.

After a while, Zhao Fan looked at the two jade hands that were holding him tightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Um, Sister Sisi?"

"Ah? I'm sorry, Xiaofan, did it hurt you?"

Sisi quickly rubbed Zhao Fan's tender and elastic flesh, but her eyes became increasingly weird.

Zhao Fan immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly broke away from the blockade and ran behind Su Yuntao.

"Sister Sisi, I'm going to play a game with Brother Tao."

Su Yuntao looked down at Zhao Fan, who looked panicked, and said nothing.

Sisi stood up, her face a little unhappy.

But she still had business to do. After the deacon completed his task, he needed to report it. It just so happened that Matthewno, the oldest and most senior person, was responsible for this task.

Sisi walked away, and Zhao Fan breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It seems that it is better to use this method as little as possible in the future; as the number of times increases, Sisi's special interest seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a big hand hit Zhao Fan's head heavily; his fingers began to increase in strength, and Zhao Fan's face was instantly distorted.

"Boy, you seemed very arrogant just now? Did you deliberately take advantage of Sisi?"

Su Yuntao stared at him with a half-smile, and rotated his right hand slightly.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Brother Tao, I'm just a child, why should I take advantage? Are you bargaining for groceries?"

Su Yuntao increased the intensity again, and a sound of "ouch" came out.

"Grandpa, save me! Grandpa, save me!..."

"Save you? Deacon Matheno is still in the reception hall; even if you shout at the top of your lungs, no one will hear you."

"Oh? If I don't come, what else will you do to my grandson?"

Su Yuntao's body stiffened instantly, his pupils dilated, and he slowly turned around.

In front of the door leading to the reception hall, a tough white-haired old man was glaring at him; around his body, a white ring and a yellow ring were spinning around his head and feet.

Zhao Fan spun around and ran away. Before running towards Mathieu Nuo, he even punched Su Yuntao's vital parts.

Behind him, a cry of pain sounded.