Douluo: The Strongest Full-time Assistant - Chapter 181

c180 Tang San’s death

Tang San looked at Tang Xiao, and at the Blue Silver Emperor in Duan Yufan’s hand, and Tang San compromised.

He was extremely reluctant, but Tang San also knew that the situation was over, and he had done everything he could, but he was powerless. His methods were actually used by the man in front of him like a devil, and he knew all his details.

“That’s right, you should come quietly and leave quietly, why not.”

“You haven’t touched your mother Blue Silver Emperor’s body yet, come and touch it, I’m a good person, I hope you can leave without regrets.”

Duan Yufan saw a trace of desire for Blue Silver Emperor in Tang San’s eyes, so he went to Tang San and half-knelt down, and brought the Blue Silver Emperor planted in the flowerpot to Tang San’s eyes.

Tang San saw this and weakly raised his hand, tremblingly touching the Blue Silver Emperor.

And the Blue Silver Emperor actually responded, the tip of the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Tang San’s fingers, very anthropomorphic.

The moment he touched it, Tang San felt the warmth of the innate blood connection from his blood.

The heart was extremely peaceful at the moment, a feeling Tang San had never experienced before.

The Blue Silver Emperor seemed to sense the dead silence on Tang San’s body, its entire body trembled a little, and its leaves also danced, but it could do nothing.

After fourteen years of cultivation, the Blue Silver Emperor’s body only had ten years of soul power.

“Mom, Mom.” Touching the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San blurted out, and he shed tears rarely after two lives.

“Well, you can touch your mother before you die. You are much luckier than me. When I came here, my parents were killed by evil spirit masters when I was a child. I have no hope of seeing them again in this life.”

“You can only blame others. In this world, we are destined to be enemies. You have your concerns, and I naturally have my own concerns. For their safety, I can’t let you go. Considering that we are both from the Central Plains, this is all I can do for you. You should have no regrets now. Hand over the Xuantian Treasure Record. There is no need to waste time.”

After more than ten minutes, looking at Tang San who was gradually crying, he put the Blue Silver Emperor into the soul guide and said to Tang San slowly.

“I understand. Being kind to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself. If I win, I will make the same choice as you.”

“I was originally a dying person, but I didn’t expect to live a few more years here and see a different world. I am already very satisfied.”

At this time, Tang San’s eyes were calm and the last thought was gone.

“It’s good that you know. I can only say that you can go with peace of mind.” Duan Yufan knew that Tang San had let go of his worries at this time. He didn’t care whether the secret manual of Tang Sect was learned by outsiders, not to mention that there was no Tang Sect here.

“Here, this is the Xuantian Baolu I rewrote. It is the same as the original version. I recorded it exactly the same because I was afraid that I would forget it.”

“I know what you mean. You want to arm the soldiers of Wuhun Hall with hidden weapons so that you can unify the continent more quickly.”

“Haha, Xiaowu, Dad, Brother Tang Tiansan, I’m here.”

Tang San took out a relatively new and thick book. Tang San laughed loudly, and then he cut off his meridians and heart meridians and died completely.

So far, Tang San, the protagonist who opened countless cheats in the original work, has come to an end.

Duan Yufan sighed inexplicably and picked up the Xuantian Baolu, which recorded many skills and hidden weapons, from the ground.

“Xiao San, I’m here too.”

Tang Xiao was like an old man in his twilight years. Although his martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, was crippled, he still had at least some perception, so he sensed that Tang San was completely out of breath. Soon Tang Xiao also went with Tang San.

Duan Yufan opened the Xuantian Treasure Record and saw that there were the fewest pages of exercises and the most illustrations of hidden weapons, which were accurate to every step, production method, and assembly order of accessories. The most troublesome ones were of course large hidden weapons such as the Storm Pear Blossom Needle, Peacock Feather, and Buddha’s Wrath Tang Lotus, with hundreds of accessories.

“It’s really complicated. It seems that only the Zhuge Divine Crossbow hidden weapon can be made into one per person, and other hidden weapons can only be made in small quantities.”

Then Duan Yufan stopped struggling. Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Not long after, Duan Yufan took out all the soul bones from Tang San’s body. After his death, the soul bones were already ownerless, so he took them out easily.

There were two ten thousand year soul bones, the torso soul bone and the head soul bone, and the last one was naturally the hundred thousand year soul bone Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone soul bone.

After walking out of the room and looking at the other people who were still unconscious, Flanders, Liu Erlong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun shook their heads and walked out of the dungeon.

During the interaction between Duan Yufan and Tang San, time passed quietly for about two hours. When he walked out of the dungeon, he found that Ju Douluo was still there.

“Elder Ju is still here. It’s just right. Arrange a few people to cremate the dead. The few people who are not dead will be locked up for another day and then released. Before releasing them, ask the food-type soul master if he is willing to join the Spirit Hall.”

Duan Yufan smiled at Ju Douluo and immediately ordered.

“Okay, Your Highness the Holy Son, I wonder who died.” Ju Douluo asked with some curiosity.

“Who else could it be except the people of Haotian Sect? By the way, professional matters should be left to professionals. Elder Ju, I have a rare grass here. You must like it very much. I’ll let you take care of it.”

“Oh! I don’t know what rare flower or grass it is. Let me make it clear first. Nothing in my garden is ordinary.”

“I knew Elder Ju would like this. How can I use something that may be ordinary to fool Elder Ju? Look, what is this.” Duan Yufan stopped pretending and took out the Blue Silver Emperor’s body.

“Uh, Blue Silver Grass, it’s not an ordinary thing, but a very ordinary thing.” Ju Douluo didn’t recognize it at first sight, thinking that Duan Yufan was teasing him again.

“Elder Ju, take a look at it.” Duan Yufan handed the Blue Silver Emperor to Ju Douluo and said with a mysterious smile.

“Hmm! Not right.” Ju Douluo took a closer look and found something different, then took it in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked.

“This is the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, the original Blue Silver Emperor that was sacrificed to Tang Hao. I was wondering why it looked more and more familiar. Okay, Your Highness, I’m shortsighted, but where did you get it?” Ju Douluo asked curiously.

“Of course I got it from Tang San, Elder Ju, take good care of it.” Duan Yufan said earnestly.

“It’s natural. Alas! It’s a waste of natural resources. This Blue Silver Emperor is a little lacking in nutrients. It’s a little withered, as if it’s in a bad mood. Fortunately, it’s not too late. It won’t be long before it will show its bright and beautiful side in my hands.” Ju Douluo said slowly with some grief.

“Well, her son just died. It’s strange that she can be in a good mood.” Duan Yufan said secretly with shame.

“Well, just don’t let the Blue Silver Emperor die. Then I’ll go back and arrange the people inside.” Duan Yufan thought and left the Punishment Department and returned to the Pope’s Palace.

After a day of tossing, it was about five o’clock in the afternoon.

After Duan Yufan left, Ju Douluo led a few people into the dungeon and saw the situation in the room where Tang San died.

Here it comes, another short picture. The dog author is not good ()

Alas, I still have to look up the plot of the second part of Asking the Valley of Love. I don’t know anything about it. . .