Not long after, the tall and small men just now walked into the rose tea drink with their heads down, walked over to Feng Ce tremblingly, and asked weakly.

"Brother Fengce, we... Can you go? ”

Feng Ce raised his eyes and saw that the foreheads of the two of them were blood-red, almost blurred with flesh and blood, Feng Ce couldn't help but sigh, these two are ruthless people.

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

"Thank you! Thank you! The two of them bowed and thanked each other with delight.

......

West of Soto City. Rose Garden, street 213.

It was dark and the night was quiet.

The garden was lit up, and a beautiful woman in the kitchen was cleaning up the leftovers of dinner on the table.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with a big belly is lying on the sofa, enjoying the show of the fighting arena on TV.

On the side, another silver-haired boy humming a small tune and looking quite leisurely walked over.

"Ce'er, come over here." The middle-aged man turned off the TV and patted the sofa next to him to sit down.

"Huh?"

Feng Ce was stunned, this middle-aged man was his father, and he usually had a smiling face, but today he actually became serious, which made Feng Ce a little surprised.

"What's the matter? Father. ”

Feng Zhen's expression softened a little, but his eyes revealed a little worry, and his voice was a little lower: "You sit down first, and I'll talk to you."

Feng Ce sighed, and sat down next to his father, looking at his father as if he was preoccupied, could it be that the rose enterprise had gone bankrupt?

"Ce'er, my father knows that you can't cultivate soul power, but you also know that you don't have to be a soul master in this world to get ahead."

Feng Zhen said earnestly.

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

If no passers-by had seen it at that time, wouldn't it have caused a catastrophe?

Feng Ce is his only son, and he doesn't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, so he is ready to enlighten Feng Ce.

"Oh, it's not like our house is out of business."

Feng Ceyun said lightly.

"Going out of business? How is that possible, if our family goes out of business, what will you do in the future? ”

Feng Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then imagined that if the company really went bankrupt, then his son would not be able to do anything, and he would have to beg on the streets in the future.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhen couldn't help but sigh and said, "Ce'er, Dad is just your son, you must not do stupid things, in the future, when Dad is old, the rose enterprise still needs to be inherited by you." ”

Feng Ce was confused, raised his eyes and looked at his father, the wrinkles on his father's face had risen a lot, he was also working hard for this rose company, and because of drinking and socializing all year round, now a beer belly is quite obvious.

However, he also knew that his father seemed to be worried about his future future, Feng Ce couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and smiled slightly: "Father, don't worry, Ce'er won't do stupid things." I've already thought about it, I'm going to be the strongest Douluo! ”

Pour!

Feng Zhen was still relieved when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the latter sentence, his body suddenly didn't sit still, and his heart chuckled.

Feng Ce didn't have a fever, he had 0 soul power, and he didn't even have a martial soul, what made him have such a big illusion?

Ay...

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: "Ce'er, you still have to think about becoming a Douluo. After all, my father is 38 years old and he is only a level 29 Great Soul Master, and our Feng family's genes for cultivating soul power are not strong. ”

Bite! System prompts.

Mission Choice 1: [Choice] Wind Shock becomes the target of Soul Drain. Rewards: ???

Quest Choice 2: [Rejection] Wind Shock becomes a Soul Drain target. Reward: None

Feng Ce frowned, and directly chose [Refuse]

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

System: "Larat, why did the host refuse, there is a reward for choosing a task." ”

"Get out!" Feng Ce scolded in his heart.

The system seems to be a little aggrieved 'woo..' and then he fled.

On the other side, Feng Zhen saw Feng Ce's frowns, and thought that he had hit his son, so he immediately changed his smile and came out, patted Feng Ce's shoulder, and encouraged.

"Ce'er, no matter what you do in the future, Dad will support you, and Dad and Mom will be your strongest backing."

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

Then in a deep voice, he instructed: "Ce'er, but you have to promise your father one thing, don't do stupid things in the future." ”

Feng Ce's nose was sour, his eyes were full of tears, and he nodded.

When he reacted, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Belch... What the hell is stupidity?

Could it be...

Feng Ce remembers one day blowing wind by the river, and because the wind was too strong, the sand accidentally fell into his eyes. He instinctively rubbed his eyes, and then a passerby dragged him back?

"Alright, Ce'er, you can rest early."

Feng Zhen patted his son on the shoulder with relief, told him to go to bed early, and then returned to the room.

The beautiful woman in the room also showed a worried expression, and asked eagerly, "Ah 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 in the future." ”

"Really? That's great. The beautiful woman smiled with satisfaction.

"That's for sure, our strategy also said that he wants to become the strongest Douluo." Feng Zhen said solemnly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

The beautiful woman laughed, and then her face was full of disbelief: "How is it possible, how can Ce'er say this!" ”

"This is true, whether the child has a dream, we can't erase his belief." Feng Zhen's expression became a little more serious, and he hugged the beautiful woman's shoulders.

The beautiful woman seemed to nod thoughtfully and agreed: "Yes, as long as Ce'er doesn't do stupid things." ”

The next moment, Feng Zhen suddenly laughed evilly: "Hey, hey, hey, then start our show now?" ”

"I hate it, you won it again yesterday." The beautiful woman pushed the wind shyly.

Then I picked up the remote control next to me and pressed the switch.

A voice came out of the TV: Welcome to the popular competitive show on TV at 8 p.m. every night: 'Contra Arena Arena Fight!' ’

"It's begun, it's begun."

Feng Zhen put his arm around the beautiful woman's fragrant shoulders and leaned on the bed, and the two happily enjoyed the TV program and had a heated discussion.

"Today I think this number 6 will win."

"I think number nine!"

......

In another room, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The silver hair was extremely evident in the darkness, and the boy sat cross-legged.

With the palm of his left hand facing up, the air around him suddenly became a little agitated.

"Flutter..."

There was a frequent sound of violent air flowing.

The next moment, a glowing wind ball formed on the boy's left hand, and it was whistling.

The system grinned proudly: "This baby said, the host, you are the ultimate wind attribute martial spirit." ”

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

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

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