Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

Time flew by at the speed of light, and soon, the originally young Zhao Fan also grew a beard.

This year, he is twenty-nine years old.

But he was still single, just like Tang San; sometimes he wondered if that boy Tang San had neutralized his marriage.

In front of the Sutra Pavilion, Zhao Fan couldn't help but let out a hunch.

The weather is very good today, the wind is gentle, the temperature is suitable, and the sun is shining brightly; it is easy to wake up those who are sleepy.

"Zhao Fan!! Why are you lazy again?!!"

In front of him, an angry shout sounded.

Zhao Fan didn't bother him. He raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the old man, then continued to doze off.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Zhao Fan! I came here in person, and you still let me sleep?! Do you still take the Tang Sect's rules seriously?! Do you still take me, the second elder of the Tang Sect, seriously?!"

Zhao Fan frowned slightly and raised his head to look at the second elder.

It has been ten years, and the second elder's hair on the temples is all white; but he is in good health and has a straight back.

Even with that stinky face, I still hate him no matter how I look at him.

"Second Elder, how many times have you caught me? Why have you been so dedicated all these years?"

"You also know that asking an outer disciple of mine to guard the Sutra Pavilion is just a formality; it is enough that there are elders guarding the Sutra Pavilion. Why are you still holding on to me?"

Zhao Fan's words made the second elder suddenly speechless.

The task of being the gatekeeper of the Sutra Pavilion was arranged by him; everyone knew what Zhao Fan said.

The second elder couldn't bear to lose face. He tossed his sleeves and left with a loud groan before leaving immediately.

"Zhao Fan, isn't it nice of you to say this?"

"It's okay, he and I have known each other for a long time; even though I hate him, he's not that narrow-minded."

Tang San nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, Tang San, what do you want from me?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"Of course not, you can come if you want. The legs don't grow on me."

Tang San chuckled lightly, then sat down on the corner of the table.

All was quiet, and at this altitude, birds could not easily reach it.

The main reason is that they are afraid.

Over the past hundreds of years, countless birds have been captured by Tang clan disciples for experimentation; hundreds of thousands, if not millions, have been killed by poison.

After a while, Tang San looked at the small groups of inner disciples not far away, his mouth slightly opened.

"Zhao Fan, why can't we become inner disciples? We can only call ourselves outer disciples for the rest of our lives?"

Zhao Fan raised his head, glanced at him, and said something perfunctory.

"Why do you mean it? Of course it's because our surname is not Tang."

Tang San was silent, of course he knew the answer.

"The surname Tang" does not refer to the real surname. Bloodline and people's hearts are two mountains that cannot be moved down.

Neither of them said another word for the rest of the day.

Time passed quietly, and half an hour later, Tang San jumped off the table.

"Zhao Fan, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first; don't sleep like this, you have to take care of yourself."

"Well, remember to call me when you are eating."

Tang San didn't respond.

He waved his hand back and left gracefully.

.........

"Fuck! What the hell is going on here? Tang San, even if you have something to worry about, why are you still jumping off the cliff?"

In front of the Sutra Pavilion, Zhao Fan suddenly stood up, his face full of surprise and anxiety.

In his mind, a neat line of silk handwriting floated above nothingness.

【Life and death mission! Stage mission! 】

[Your good gay friend Tang San is about to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff. As a good gay friend, you have and may have a choice - to be buried and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks. 】

【Limited time: quarter of an hour! If the mission is successful, you will be rewarded with a reincarnation gift package! Rebuild! If the mission fails, you will live in guilt for the rest of your life. 】

Looking at the last description of the mission, Zhao Fan's eyelids jumped wildly.

The ghost shadow is turned to the highest setting, and the purple magic pupil that has reached the subtle realm can see every tiny detail.

In the mountain forest leading to Guijianchou, a figure shuttled at an inhuman speed.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up; Tang San, you must not do anything stupid."

The ominous premonition in Zhao Fan's heart became stronger and stronger.

Although he didn't know what the reason was, with Tang San's stubborn ass-like temperament, suicide was not impossible.

Soon, in just four or five minutes, Zhao Fan arrived at the top of the mountain.

At this moment, Tang San was already standing on the edge of Guijianchou, as if he would fall at any moment.

"Tang San! Don't do anything stupid!"

Zhao Fan rushed towards Tang San.

When Tang San saw him, he looked surprised.

"Zhao Fan! Don't go there! Go back to the Sutra Pavilion!"

In the crowd, Mr. Tang Da, who was wearing white clothes, shouted loudly.

Seeing that Zhao Fan was still stubborn and rushing towards this side, he bent down and dived, and a pair of jade hands that looked like a woman attacked Zhao Fan.

"Get out of the way! Stay out of the way!"

Zhao Fan dodged sideways, and then rushed past Mr. Tang Da in an instant.

In place, there is still an afterimage.

"The ghost shadow fan of the Dacheng realm!"

The remaining sixteen elders in white screamed in shock.

Just as Zhao Fan was about to reach them, four more elders approached him.

In the biting mountain wind, Zhao Fan's gray clothes whistled; the contrast between the gray representing the outer door and the white of the inner door seemed even more ironic.

An outer sect disciple actually needs four inner sect elders to join forces to deal with him?

"Elders, please get out of the way; no matter what happens, let Tang San come back first."

"Shut up! The sect's rules have long stipulated that outer sect disciples are not allowed to secretly learn our sect's secret skills. Tang San will definitely die!"

"And you, you are just a thief, and you have wasted the trust I have put in you all these years!"

The second elder was as angry as an old lion. With the blessing of the internal power of Xuantian Kung, Xuanyu slapped Zhao Fan with his straight hand.

Zhao Fan gritted his teeth and became fierce.

The hands completely turned into jade in an instant, as if there were no bones, like two silver snakes wrapping around the hands of the second elder.

The next second, he pushed away with a horizontal push.

"Xuanyu Hand! Control the crane and capture the dragon! You are just like Tang San! You have also learned these two secret skills!"

Not far away, Mr. Tang Da had a look of surprise on his face, his pupils filled with disbelief.

A few seconds later, Zhao Fan broke through the elders' blockade and came to Tang San.

He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the abyss.

"Tang San, follow me; even if you are in any trouble, don't do something stupid like jumping off a cliff."

"If you don't want to stay in Tangmen anymore, I will escape with you."

Tang San looked at Zhao Fan, who looked anxious and concerned, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his brows filled with joy.

Zhao Fan's hand was gently taken away by him.

Suddenly, a force came from his chest, and Zhao Fan was instantly knocked five or six meters away.

When he stabilized his stance and prepared to take Tang San away by force, three red lotuses in full bloom blocked the path between the two.

"Buddha's Angry Tanglian?!!"

This time, not only Mr. Tang Da, but also the other sixteen elders exclaimed loudly.

Two hundred years, a whole two hundred years! Buddha's Fury Tang Lian, who ranks number one in the Tang Sect's hidden weapon rankings, has reappeared in the world. Did all this come from an outer disciple? !

The elders stared blankly at the three red lotuses.

On the other hand, Zhao Fan didn't even look at them.

"Tang San, what do you want to do? Come back quickly! Don't do anything stupid!"

Tang San chuckled and shook his head.

"Zhao Fan, you don't need to persuade me. I have made up my mind on this matter."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the large tracts of antique courtyards of Tangmen halfway up the mountain.

Turning his head, he finally looked at Mr. Tang Da.

"I know that secretly learning the secret knowledge of the inner sect is an unforgivable crime and is not tolerated by the sect's rules; but disciple Tang San can swear that everything Zhao Fan has learned comes from me, and none of the secret knowledge has been leaked to the outside world. I am not begging when I say this. The elders forgive me, I just hope that the elders can see clearly and know that Tang San and I have never forgotten my roots."

As he spoke, he slowly moved towards the cliff.

Suddenly, there was an explosion and all the clothes on Tang San disappeared.

"I know that the elders will never allow the body of an outer disciple who violated the sect's rules to be left in the Tang Sect. In this case, let me stay in the Bashu Mountains."

The next moment, milky white air flow spread from Tang San's body; his body leaned back, and in an instant, he fell into the abyss.

Three Buddha Angry Tang Lotuses floated quietly past Zhao Fan and flew towards Mr. Tang Da.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed one of them instantly.

"Zhao Fan! Be bold!"

"shut up!"

Mr. Tang Da's eyes turned cold instantly, and a cold light suddenly appeared, glaring at the second elder.

When his eyes turned to Zhao Fan, his eyes became particularly gentle.

"Zhao Fan, Tang San and his family cannot be resurrected. Please forgive me."

Zhao Fan ignored him. At this moment, his face was full of loneliness.

On the task board, the task is counting down.

【6-34、6-33…6-12…】

"It's really a crime!"

Zhao Fan looked up to the sky and roared, and Mr. Tang Da not far away was also a little confused.

"Don't! Zhao Fan, don't do anything stupid!"

Mr. Tang Da instantly rushed towards Zhao Fan, using his right hand to reach him with all his strength.

But, it's too late.

In the abyss of sorrow, Zhao Fan opened his eyes wide and looked at the increasingly smaller blue sky, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

"Tang San, you have to be a cow or a horse in your next life to repay me."