"It seems that you have more blessings than I imagined..."

A smile appeared on Tang Tianhai's lips.

In the bedroom, Tang Fan was studying the cosmetics brought by Mo Xin with great concentration, and he already had a complete set of ideas in his mind.

Just when he was about to put it into practice, David Lu called.

"Master Lu, what's the matter?"

"Master Tang, the Baji Sect has agreed to your request and wants to compete with you as soon as possible. Look at the date..."

"You can delay it as long as you can. It will take ten days at the earliest!"

"Okay, I'll answer them right away.

"Also, there is one more thing. You should erect another tombstone on the mountain behind Fanwumen, behind Brother Lang's graveyard, and write on it the tomb of the nine puppets of the Tianyuan Sect!"

"Could it be that the Nine Puppet Old Monster has already..."

"He died fighting for the Tianyuan Sect, and he deserves to be remembered by future generations!"

"I understand, don't worry!"

"That's it."

Tang Fan hung up the phone and finally let go of his worries.

Although the Nine Puppet Old Monster had lost his mind long ago, he still helped Tang Fan anyway.

In Tang Fan's heart, he had long regarded him as one of his own.

After Tang Fan sighed with emotion, he was about to take out the elixir when he suddenly heard another roar coming from outside the window.

"Tang Fan, I want to fight you!"

"Damn it, are you finished yet?"

Tang Fan was really angry, flew out of the window, and said angrily: "No matter who it is today, I will kill it...Brother, you...what are you going to do!"
Chapter completed!