Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

"Tang San, come and save me, come and save me, I really..."

Zhao Fan is still alive! He is still alive!

Tang San suddenly came back to his senses and ran towards the door.

On your wrist, the sleeve pin is ready to go.

"Tang San!"

"Zhao Fan! I'm here to save you!"

"........."

"........."

The world fell silent.

Zhao Fan and Tang San looked at each other, and both could see the meaning in each other's eyes.

He waved his right hand gently, signaling the beautiful woman behind him to leave.

The woman bowed to Zhao Fan, covered her mouth and couldn't help but chuckle.

Soon, they were the only two people left in the huge room.

Zhao Fan got up wrapped in a white bathrobe, walked to a wooden table and sat down; he patted the seat next to him and showed a bright smile on his lips.

"Tang San, why are you here? Hurry up, I just made an extra bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup, you came just in time."

Tang San's little face was still very calm.

Gradually, his face began to turn dark, and Zhao Fan quietly stood up.

The next moment, his legs suddenly exerted force and he rushed towards the window.

But the distance is too far.

When Zhao Fan's hands were about to touch the window, Tang San's right hand instantly grabbed his neck.

"Zhao Fan! You're here again!"

"Don't! Don't! Yachudie!~..."

.........

[Daily mission, "Surprise that evokes beautiful memories" completed! 】

[Reward, revolver (1) (unlimited bullets)! 】

.........

After a long time, Zhao Fan sat back on his seat with a bruised nose and face, looking at the duck blood and vermicelli soup in front of him. Although he was very greedy, his mouth hurt whenever he moved.

Tang San had already vented his anger.

The sound of swishing powder sounded intermittently. Zhao Fan turned his head to the side, and the corners of his mouth lit up with white light.

But the ending is good.

His mind sank into the mission space, and looking at the silver revolver in front of him, Zhao Fan couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

Guns are a man’s romance!

Although the romantic level cannot be compared with Gundam, it was also the moment closest to the gun in his three lifetimes.

Zhao Fan was already secretly looking forward to the image of himself looking cool and unrestrained after Tang San left.

Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks appeared in front of him.

Zhao Fan turned his head and looked over, pointing to his sausage mouth with a speechless expression.

"Don't worry, the poison will dissipate on its own soon. Look, isn't it okay?"

Zhao Fan touched his lips with his right hand, and sure enough, nothing happened.

He snatched the chopsticks from Tang San's hand and moved the last night's duck blood and vermicelli soup in front of him.

Then, he started eating like crazy.

He made this himself, and there are only these two bowls in the world.

Tang San leaned on the back of the seat, his eyes gradually becoming dull.

After a minute or two, Zhao Fan put down his bowls and chopsticks with a satisfied look on his face and touched his belly.

"As expected, the one you make yourself is the most fragrant; how about it? Tang San, does it taste good?"

Tang San nodded slightly.

"It's delicious, but..."

Zhao Fan glanced at Tang San and instantly knew what he was thinking now.

Zhao Fan jumped off the seat and walked out of the room.

"Let's go, aren't you here for advanced registration? I'll take you to my grandpa."

Tang San followed closely, frowning slightly.

"Your grandfather?"

"Yes, Deacon Matthewno in the reception hall is my grandfather; my parents died after abandoning me, and it was my grandfather who adopted me."

.........

Time flies, and soon, Zhao Fan's first school year is over.

Noting Junior Soul Master Academy, Qisha.

Unlike other ordinary students, family members usually come to the academy to visit; Wang Sheng and others are far away from home, and they can only go home during the Chinese New Year.

At this time, only Zhao Fan, Tang San and Xiao Wu were left in the dormitory.