Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

"Xiao San, introduce your friends to me."

Tang Hao let go of Tang San and turned around to face Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan was a little nervous. Although he had died twice, he was still full of awe and fear of death.

Tang San noticed something was wrong and immediately walked between the two of them.

"Dad, his name is Zhao Fan, and he is the most important person to me like my father. After the martial arts awakened today, he thought I didn't have the talent to become a soul master, so he took the initiative to come home to cook and comfort me."

The last thought in Tang Hao's eyes disappeared. He smelled the fragrance in the air and his stomach growled twice.

It was chicken soup, and the chicken soup tasted better than anything he had ever tasted before.

The money at home is definitely not enough to buy chickens, and it is impossible for Tang San to steal.

Tang Hao suddenly smiled and nodded towards Zhao Fan.

"Call me when the chicken stew is ready."

After saying that, he staggered again and turned around and walked towards the back room.

Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he knew it, his back was soaked.

Zhao Fan is now sure that Tang San's old father is definitely not simple; at the very least, he is also a spirit master with a third ring or above.

He saw the great soul master every day, but Su Yuntao never gave him the feeling of danger.

Tang San watched Tang Hao leave, and then walked to Zhao Fan with a somewhat apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, my father has a bad temper, but he definitely doesn't mean any harm to you."

Zhao Fan nodded and said nothing.

Did you tell Tang San that your father wanted to kill your brother? But it was their first time meeting, so it was not logical at all.

He walked aside and sat on the only chair in the room.

He held his chin with his hands and quietly stared at the natural scenery outside the door.

Tang San also sat next to Zhao Fan and slowly closed his eyes.

.........

Time passed suddenly, and soon, the aroma of chicken soup rose to a higher level again.

Zhao Fan jumped off the chair and walked quickly to the big iron pot.

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, golden smoke seemed to be floating in the air.

The hens have been stewed thoroughly, and the chicken soup is also golden brown; fresh star anise and bark are floating on the soup surface at the corners of the iron pot.

Tang San walked over with three large bowls in his hands, spread the bowls apart, and then walked to the stove to put out the firewood.

No more stewing, just leave some sparks.

good chance!

Zhao Fan had quick eyes and quick hands, and in an instant, a small bag of white powder appeared in his hand.

Without any hesitation, all the special laxatives were poured into the large bowl nearest to him in just one second; then, the package was stuffed into his pocket.

The golden chicken soup is full and the white powder is completely blended into it.

Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and he took a spoonful of it into another large bowl as usual.

At this time, Tang San stood up and turned around.

"Tang San, give this bowl of chicken soup to your father first."

Zhao Fan stood on the small wooden pier and pointed at the chicken soup filled with laxatives.

Tang San didn't think much about it. After all, it was also a traditional Chinese virtue for the elders to eat first.

After serving the chicken soup, he walked cautiously and slowly towards the back room.

Zhao Fan turned his head and glanced slightly. When the curtain was opened, he immediately jumped off the wooden pier and ran outside with all his strength.

We can't stay in this Holy Soul Village anymore, we have to return to Notting City quickly.

The task board has made it very clear, race against time and there can be no hesitation.

If this laxative has a significant effect, you will start to feel upset in your stomach after drinking it...

Zhao Fan shook his head, not daring to think about it further.

On the field ridge of Holy Soul Village, shadows gradually dissipated behind him.

The villagers in the farmland looked at this scene with envy and awe in their eyes.

Is this a soul master? At such a young age, he can run so fast.

.........

Tang San's house, back room.

Tang Hao sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to take the chicken soup.

He came closer and smelled it. The fragrance was fragrant and the color, aroma and flavor were all present. It was a rare and delicious treasure.

I picked it up and took a sip, and the rich chicken flavor immediately filled my entire mouth.

There are some other strange tastes in the mouth.

But he didn't hate it, on the contrary, he liked it very much.

After a few seconds, Tang Hao took another big sip.

"Dad, how does it taste?"

Tang Hao handed the empty bowl to Tang San, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Very good, your friend's craftsmanship is really good; but dad, I don't like chicken soup, so you can drink the rest."

With that said, he lifted his legs and moved towards the bed.

Tang San was also in a good mood.

In just half a day, it was as if all the happy events in the previous six years had happened at the same time.

He glanced at his father, who was facing away from the bed, and then walked to the kitchen with an empty bowl.

He couldn't help but want to share the joy with his best friend Zhao Fan, but when the curtain was opened, there was no one there.

"Where did the person go? Did he go to the toilet?"

Tang San didn't expect that Zhao Fan had left Holy Soul Village.

He walked to the big iron pot and stood on the small wooden pier.

Lift the lid of the pot, ladle a bowl of chicken soup into the empty bowl.

Tang San directly used Tang Hao's bowl. He didn't dislike his father anyway, and he just had one less bowl to wash.

After a while, Tang San finished the bowl of chicken soup and couldn't help but lick his lips.

"I really didn't expect that Zhao Fan's skills would actually improve again."

.........

The sun sets towards the west, and soon, the sunset quietly blooms with its splendor.

Outside Holy Soul Village, Su Yuntao completed the day's mission and ran to Tang San's house exhausted both physically and mentally.

The result is not much different from previous years. There may not be one child in several villages who can become a soul master.

Soon, three adobe houses appeared in his eyes; on the eaves of the middle one, there was a wooden sign marked with a hammer.

"Is this Xiaofan's friend's house? It's really shabby."

Su Yuntao muttered secretly, then immediately forgot about it.

What does this have to do with him? Xiaofan’s friend, let him make his own judgment.

When they arrived, Su Yuntao stopped steadily in front of the adobe house.

He looked around, but there was no one there.

"Xiaofan! Come out quickly! We should go home!"

"Xiaofan?! Xiaofan!..."

Su Yuntao shouted for a few minutes and then stopped.

He frowned slightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, he immediately rushed forward and pushed open the wooden door.

I saw an empty bowl and two bowls filled with chicken soup on the stove.

When I opened the curtain of the back room, it was still empty.

Su Yuntao touched his chin and thought for a while, then quickly walked out the door.

You must have gone home, right?

This kid promised to wait for me to pick him up, but he ran away alone.

The more Su Yuntao thought about it, the more likely it became.

A minute later, on the side of the soil embryo room, Tang San supported Tang Hao, who was almost exhausted, and walked slowly, and his already sallow complexion became a little pale.

Tang San's condition wasn't very good either, but compared to Tang Hao, it was relatively normal.

"Dad, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Tang San said softly.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Tang Hao punched the big tree next to him, causing the leaves to scatter.

His eyes were full of ferocity and shame, and he looked towards the outside of the village, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Xiaosan, do you know where your friend lives?"

Tang San paused for a moment, thought over it in his mind, and shook his head.

Tang Hao said nothing more, sighed, and touched Tang San's head.

The mistress was not feeling well either. She spent the entire afternoon squatting in the woods.

And that kid, don’t let me touch you again!