Douluo space fighting god

Soon after, the tall man and the little man just walked into Rose Tea with their heads lowered, walked towards Feng Ce tremblingly, and asked weakly.

"Brother Fengce, can we leave?"

Feng Ce raised his eyes and saw that their foreheads were blood red and their flesh was almost bruised. Feng Ce couldn't help but clicked his tongue, these two are cruel people.

"Let's go, let's go." Feng Ce waved his hand and said.

"Thank you, thank you." They both bowed with joy on their faces.

West of Soto City. Rose Garden, No. 213 Street.

It was dark and the night was somewhat quiet.

There was light in the villa, and a beautiful woman in the kitchen was clearing away the remnants of dinner on the dining table.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with a big belly was lying on the sofa, enjoying the Soul Fighting Arena program on TV.

On the side, another silver-haired boy who was humming a tune and seemed quite leisurely came over.

"Cer, come here." The middle-aged man turned off the TV and patted the sofa next to him, indicating to sit down.

"Um"

Feng Ce was stunned. This middle-aged man was his father. He usually had a smiling face, but he turned serious today, which surprised Feng Ce.

"What's the matter, father?"

Feng Zhen's expression softened a little, but there was some concern in his eyes, and his voice became deeper: "Sit down first, and I will talk to you properly.

Feng Ce said "Oh" and sat down next to his father. He looked at his father who seemed to be worried. Could it be that the rose company went bankrupt?

"Cer, my father knows that you cannot cultivate soul power, but you also know that being a soul master is not the only way to succeed in this world."

Feng Zhen said earnestly.

Someone told him today that he saw Feng Ce standing by the Soto River crying silently a few days ago, looking like he wanted to commit suicide. Fortunately, passers-by behind him pulled him back.

If no passers-by had seen it at the time, wouldn't it have caused a big disaster?

Feng Ce was his only son, and he didn't want a white-haired man to give away a black-haired man, so he prepared to enlighten Feng Ce.

"Oh, it's not just that our family goes bankrupt."

Feng Ceyun said calmly.

"How is that possible? If our family goes bankrupt, what will you do in the future?"

Feng Zhen was startled for a moment, and then he imagined that if the company really went bankrupt, his son would be unable to do anything and would be reduced to begging on the streets in the future.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhen couldn't help but sigh and said: "Cer, dad is your only son. You must not do stupid things. When dad gets old, you will still need to inherit the Rose Enterprise."

Feng Ce was confused after hearing this, and raised his eyes to look at his father. There were already a lot of wrinkles on his father's face. He had worked hard for this rose company, and because he had been drinking and socializing all year round, he now had a rather obvious beer belly.

However, he also knew that his father seemed to be worried about his future. Feng Ce could not help but feel warm in his heart and smiled slightly: "Father, don't worry, Ce'er will not do anything stupid. I have already thought about it, I want to be The most powerful Douluo"

inverted

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Feng Zhen still had a look of relief on his face, but when he heard the last sentence, his body suddenly became unstable and his heart skipped a beat.

Feng Ce doesn't have a fever, right? He has 0 soul power and doesn't even have a martial soul. What makes him have such a big illusion?

Hey

Feng Zhen couldn't help but shake his head again, but he couldn't dampen his son's dream.

Feng Zhen lowered his tone and said slowly: "Cer, you still have to think carefully about becoming a Douluo. After all, my father is only a 38th-level soul master at the age of 29. Our Feng family cultivates soul power. Genes are not strong.”

Ding system prompts.

Mission Choice 1: Choose Fengzhen to become the soul-sucking target. mission rewards:

Mission Choice 2: Refuse Fengzhen to become the soul-sucking target. Mission reward: None

Feng Ce frowned and directly chose to refuse.

Although it would not have any negative impact on the soul-sucking target, Feng Ce felt that this behavior was extremely disrespectful to his father.

System: "Alara, why did the host refuse? There are rewards for choosing tasks."

"Go away" Feng Ce cursed in his heart.

The system seemed a little aggrieved and then escaped.

On the other side, Feng Zhen saw Feng Ce's frown and thought he had hit his son. He immediately put on a smile and came out, patted Feng Ce on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"Cer, no matter what you do in the future, your father will support you, and your father and mother will be your strongest backing."

Feng Zhen's eyes glowed with the light of a loving father, the kind of pure love for his son.

Then in a low voice, he instructed: "Cer, but you have to promise dad one thing. Don't do stupid things again in the future."

Feng Ce's nose felt sore, his eyes filled with tears, and he nodded.

When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Uh, what the hell is this stupid thing?

Is it

Feng Ce remembered one day when the wind was blowing by the river. The wind was so strong that sand accidentally fell into his eyes. He instinctively rubbed his eyes, and then a passerby pulled him back.

"Okay, Ce'er, you should go to bed early."

Feng Zhen patted his son's shoulder happily, told him to go to bed early, and then returned to the room.

The beautiful woman in the room also looked worried and asked eagerly: "A Zhen, how is Ce'er?"

Feng Zhen smiled knowingly, waved his hand and said, "Oh, it's okay. Ce'er has promised me not to do stupid things again."

"That's really great." The beautiful woman smiled happily.

"That's for sure. Our Ce'er also said that he wants to become the strongest Douluo." Feng Zhen said seriously, with a meaningful smile on his face.

The beautiful woman chuckled, and then her face was full of disbelief: "How is it possible? How could Ce'er say such a thing?"

"It's true. Even if a child has a dream, we can't erase his belief." Feng Zhen looked a little more serious and put his arm around the beautiful woman's shoulders.

The beautiful woman nodded thoughtfully and agreed, "That's right, as long as Ce'er doesn't do stupid things."

The next moment Feng Zhen suddenly laughed evilly: "Hey hey hey, let's start our program now"

"I hate it, you won again yesterday." The beautiful woman shyly pushed Feng Zhen.

Then he picked up the remote control next to him and pressed the switch.

A voice came from the TV: Welcome to watch the popular competition program on TV at 8 o'clock every night: Soul Arena Competition

"It's started, it's started."

Feng Zhen put his arms around the beautiful woman's shoulders and leaned on the bed. The two of them happily watched the TV program and had a lively discussion.

"Today I think No. 6 will win."

“I think number 9”

In the other room, it was pitch dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The silver hair was very obvious in the darkness, and the young man sat cross-legged.

The palm of his left hand was facing up, and the air around him suddenly became a little restless.

"whiz swish"

There were frequent sounds of violent movement of air.

The next moment, a bright wind ball formed on the boy's left hand, roaring.

The system chuckled proudly: "I said, Master Host, you are the ultimate wind attribute martial spirit."

"If that's true, where is my second martial soul?" Feng Ce put away the palm of his left hand and asked lightly.

"Don't worry, host. The system baby will extract the second martial spirit for you."

Di di di

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