Chapter 130： beating is kissing is love

Chapter 130 Beating is kissing is love

In his heart, Bibi Dong immediately transmitted his soul power and summoned ghosts:

"Elder Ghost, come to the Pope's Palace!"

Not for a while.

The ghostly figure gradually solidified in the dark mist, and then knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully:

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Bibi Dong's eyes were cold, she looked at the ghost on one knee, and said quietly:

"Elder Ghost, I have something for you to do."

"Your Majesty, please order!"

The ghost bowed his head and asked for directions respectfully.

Bibi Dong lightly instructed:

"Elder Ghost, Holy Son is going to the upper reaches of the Douluo Continent to experience training. Please go with Elder Ghost and protect him."

The ghost was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, thinking that His Highness the Holy Son is also going to the mainland for training, His Majesty the Pope, is this, let him go to serve as the guardian of His Highness the Holy Son?

He felt that it didn’t matter, so he immediately obeyed:

"Yes! His Majesty the Pope!"

After the ghost has taken his life, he is about to turn into a mist and go to find the seven winds of the holy night.

But he heard Bibi Dong command again:

"By the way, Elder Ghost, you just need to protect the Son in secret, and try not to let the Son discover your existence."

"If the Son discovers your existence, then you can follow the Son's orders, and you can do whatever he asks you to do."

"Also, remember to report to the Pope the whereabouts and safety of the Son at any time."

"Okay, you step back first and go find the Son of God. The carriage he rode in has just left Wuhun City. With your ability, it is not difficult to catch up."

"Yes!"

The ghost once again commanded respectfully.

Seeing that the Pope has nothing to order.

Immediately turned into a mist, disappeared from the council hall, and chased the carriage where Saint Ziye Qifeng was.

…

West of Wuhun City.

on the official road.

A carriage was swaying and moving forward slowly.

Ye Qifeng didn't know that at this time, Bibi Dong actually made up her own mind and arranged a secret guardian for him.

This Dao Protector is still the elder in front of the Pope's Palace who has reached the peak of the ninety-fourth level and is about to step into the ranks of the ninety-fifth super Douluo, Ghost Douluo Guimei.

However, even if Ye Qifeng knew about it, he was not surprised.

Because he knew that Bibi Dong loved herself very much, and that she had a high status in her heart and was very important.

When he went out to practice this time, Bibi Dong must be worried about his safety.

Even if he told Bibi Dong that there was no need for a daoist, Bibi Dong would not necessarily listen.

After all, she is a very assertive woman, the Pope.

not long time.

As expected, Ye Qifeng quickly sensed it, and there was a strange and cold aura around the carriage.

"This familiar aura is a ghost!"

With his keen perception, Ye Qifeng immediately recognized the identity of the cold breath.

Although the ghost followed Bibi Dong's instructions, he carefully restrained his breath and followed the carriage in secret.

It's just that Ye Qifeng's soul memory from the previous life has returned, and after he has obtained the meditation technique of returning to the origin and the skills of spiritual mastery, his current perception ability is no longer the same.

As soon as the    ghost arrived, he was sensed by Ye Qifeng.

Ye Qifeng shook his head, for the time being he had no intention of piercing the ghosts.

The    carriage slowly drove westward under the control of the old coachman.

…

Southwest of the Tiandou Empire.

Fasno Province.

Holy Spirit Village.

At this time, the sky was just getting brighter.

Adjacent to a small hill in the Holy Spirit Village, a slender figure is sitting cross-legged on it.

This thin figure looks only about six years old.

He was dark-skinned, with short black hair, and he was wearing a plain coarse linen with patches all over it.

His appearance is extremely ordinary, so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary.

If it is placed in the crowd, it is the kind that will hardly be noticed by anyone.

This slender figure is Tang San, who was secretly extradited to Douluo Continent from the low martial world of Tang Sect by the **** Asura.

Tang San at this moment, with his eyes wide open, his eyeballs bulging, staring blankly at the fish maw white rising in the distance in the east, his eyes flashing with sparkling purple awns.

Apparently he was cultivating. He stole it from the Tang Sect, and he had taken possession of one of the Tang Sect’s inner sect’s secret skills, the method of eye training, the Purple Demon Eye.

After a long time.

Tang San finished the practice of Ziji Demon Eye, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself:

"As expected of the Ziji Demon Eye, relying on the purple energy in the morning, I have been practicing for more than five years, and my eyesight has been greatly improved. In this world, there must be not many people who surpass me in vision. ."

"Sure enough, stealing the Tang Sect's inner sect secret in the past life was the right choice, I'm not wrong!"

"Hehe, in this world, I am the only one who knows the secret arts of Tang Sect. Who can accuse me? Who can hunt me down?"

"Tangmen's secret art is mine!"

Complimented for a moment, Tang San suddenly sighed:

"This world called Douluo Continent seems to be different from the world where Tangmen lives."

"My Xuan Tian Gong has been imprisoned in the first realm for three months. No matter how much I practice, I still can't break through the bottleneck."

"If Xuan Tian Gong cannot break through to the second realm, Xuan Jade Hand will not be able to improve, and his own methods of making drugs and hidden weapons will also be limited."

Unable to think of any solution, Tang San shook his head helplessly, and stopped thinking about it.

took a look at the sky, the sky was already bright at this time, thinking of his beloved sloppy father Tang Hao, he was about to get up.

He must go back as soon as possible and make breakfast for his father, or he will starve.

Tang San hurriedly stepped on the trail of ghosts, quickly jumped down the hill, identified the direction of his humble adobe house, and hurried away.

After ten minutes.

Tang San rushed very anxiously, and finally saw a wooden sign from a distance with an ugly hammer drawn on it, which was the symbol of his blacksmith shop.

Suddenly, quarrels entered Tang San's ears.

The quarrel came from the direction of the adobe house and the blacksmith shop.

With his voice, Tang San could easily recognize that the slightly thick and hoarse voice should have come from a middle-aged man.

Another old voice came from an old man.

Tang San sprinted, panting and running forward, unexpectedly discovered that the two people who were arguing were actually people he knew well--

His father Tang Hao, and the village elder Jack of the Holy Soul Village.

I saw Tang Hao with a scruffy beard and a tattered black robe, with a strong smell of alcohol and sweat all over his body.

Old Jack was tall and slender, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was meticulously combed. Although he was in his sixties, he was still in good spirits.

The two stood together, it seemed that Old Jack was more like a middle-aged man, while Tang Hao was more like an old man.

At this time, Tang Hao was impatient, his eyes were full of disdain, he kept pushing Old Jack out, saying:

"Go away, go away, don't get in my way here."

The village elder Jack, under Tang Hao's big men, was pushed back and staggered, and said threateningly:

"Tang Hao, don't push me. You rude man, if you dare to treat me like this, I will expel you from the village!"

However, Tang Hao turned a deaf ear, and in less than a second, pushed Old Jack out of the blacksmith shop.

At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly saw Tang San's figure, immediately frowned, and blamed unceremoniously:

"Little San, what are you doing? Why don't you make breakfast? Do you want to starve me to death?"

Listening to his father's scolding, Tang San didn't feel sad, but instead felt relieved.

As the saying goes, hitting is kissing, and scolding is love.

This is my father's love for me! ~~~

(end of this chapter)