Douluo protects our spirit hall

Chapter 130 Beating is kissing and scolding is love
Determined, Bibi Dong immediately transmitted her soul power to summon the ghost:

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

Soon.

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

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Bibi Dong looked coldly at the ghost kneeling on one knee, and said faintly:
"Elder Ghost, I have something for you to do."

"Your Majesty the Pope, please order!"

The ghost bowed its head respectfully and asked for instructions.

Bibi Dong ordered lightly:

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

The ghost was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and thought that His Highness the Holy Son would also go to the mainland to practice, His Majesty the Pope, let him go to be the guardian of His Highness the Holy Son?
He felt that it didn't matter, so he immediately accepted the order respectfully:

"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope!"

After the ghost took his life, he was about to transform into a mist, and went to look for the saint Ziye Qifeng.

But I heard Bibi Dong give another order:

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

"If the Holy Son discovers the existence of you, then you can just obey the Holy Son's order. Whatever he asks you to do, you do."

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

"Okay, you step back first and go to find the Holy Son. The carriage he was riding in just left Wuhun City not long ago. With your ability, it is not difficult to catch up."

"Yes!"

The ghost once again respectfully took the lead.

Seeing that the Pope has nothing to order.

Immediately, his figure turned into a mist, disappeared from the meeting hall, and chased after the carriage where Sheng Ziye Qifeng was.

…………

West of Wuhun City.

on the official road.

A carriage was swaying and moving forward slowly.

At this time, Ye Qifeng didn't know that Bibidong had made his own decision and arranged a secret guardian for him.

This protector is still the elder in front of the Pope's palace who has reached the peak of level 94 and is about to step into the ranks of level 95 Super Douluo, Ghost Douluo Guigui.

However, even if Ye Qifeng found out, he wasn't actually surprised.

Because he knew that Bibi Dong loved him very much, and his status in her heart was not low, and he was very important.

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

Even if he told Bibi Dong that there is no need for a guardian, Bibi Dong might not listen.

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

not long time.

Sure enough, Ye Qifeng quickly and keenly sensed that there was a strange and cold atmosphere around the carriage.

"This familiar breath 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, carefully holding back his breath, and secretly followed the carriage.

It's just that Ye Qifeng's soul memory from his previous life returned, and after he acquired the Guiyuan Meditation technique and the skill of spiritual control, his current perception ability is no longer the same.

As soon as the ghost arrived, Ye Qifeng sensed it.

Ye Qifeng shook his head, not intending to expose the ghost for the time being.

Under the control of the old coachman, the carriage traveled westward slowly.

…………

Southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Province of Fasno.

Holy Spirit Village.

At this time, the sky was just getting bright.

A thin figure was sitting cross-legged on a small hill adjacent to Holy Soul Village.

This thin figure looks to be only about six years old.

He has dark skin, short black hair, and is wearing plain coarse linen clothes, which are covered with patches.

His appearance is extremely ordinary, so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

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

This thin figure is exactly the dog, Tang San, who was secretly extradited from the low martial world of the Tang Sect to the Douluo Continent by the filthy Asura God.

At this moment Tang San opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs protruding, he stared blankly at the fish-belly white rising in the distance in the east, and there was a shining purple awn in his eyes.

Apparently he was practicing Ziji Demon Eye, one of the inner secrets of the Tang Sect that he had stolen from the Tang Sect, which he had taken as his own.

After a long time.

Tang San finished the cultivation of Purple Demon Eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself contentedly:
"Worthy of being the Purple Demon Eye. Relying on the purple energy coming from the east in the morning, I have practiced for more than five years. My eyesight has been greatly improved. In this world, there must not be many people who surpass me in terms of eyesight."

"Sure enough, it was the right choice to steal Tang Sect's inner sect's secret knowledge in the previous life, and I was not wrong!"

"Hehe, in this world, I am the only one who can master the unique knowledge of the Tang Sect. Who can blame me? Who can hunt me down?"

"The Tang Sect's unique learning is mine!"

After a moment of pride, Tang San suddenly sighed again:

"This world called Douluo Continent seems to be different from the world Tang Sect is in."

"My Xuantian Kungfu has been imprisoned in the first stage for three full months. No matter how I practice, I still can't break through the bottleneck."

"Xuantian Kungfu cannot break through to the second stage, Xuanyu Hand cannot be improved, and my poison and hidden weapon techniques will also be restricted."

Thinking of no solution, Tang San shook his head helplessly, and stopped thinking about it.

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

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

Tang San hastily stepped on the pace of ghost shadows, quickly jumped and ran down the hill, looked for the direction of his simple adobe house, and rushed away in a hurry.

ten minutes later.

Tang San was very anxious to catch up, and finally saw a wooden sign from a distance, with an ugly hammer painted on it, which was the symbol of his own blacksmith shop.

Suddenly bursts of quarreling came into Tang San's ears.

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

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

Another old voice came from an old man.

Tang San sprinted quickly, panting forward, and unexpectedly discovered that the two people who were arguing were both people he was familiar with--
His father Tang Hao, and Old Jack, the village head of Holy Soul Village.

I saw Tang Hao with a scruffy beard and a tattered black robe, his whole body reeked of alcohol and sweat.

The old Jack is tall and thin, his clothes are clean and tidy, and his hair is combed meticulously. Although he is over 60 years old, he is hale and hearty.

Standing together, it seems that old Jack is more like a middle-aged man, while Tang Hao is more like an old man.

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

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

The village chief, Old Jack, was pushed back staggeringly under Tang Hao's hands, and said threateningly:

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

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

At this time, Tang Hao suddenly saw Tang San's figure, immediately frowned, and blamed him bluntly:

"Little San, what did you do? Why didn'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 felt relieved for a while.

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

This is my father's love for me! ~~~
(End of this chapter)