[Douluo Bo San] Battle between Grass Snakes

I am a rebellious person by nature. The more others try to force me to do something, the more I will fight against them.

Just like the Tang Sect does not allow outside disciples to learn the secret skills of the inner sect, I have to learn it secretly and learn it better than any inner sect disciple.

For two hundred years, no one in the Tang Sect could create the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus that dominated the world.

But I did it. Not only did I do it, I also left it to the Tang Sect, so that these stubborn elders who looked down on the inner disciples could watch the opportunity for the Tang Sect to be glorious again slip away before their eyes.

I believe that with the intelligence of most elders, if I don't jump off the cliff, I will definitely become one of the heirs to the head of the Tang Sect.

But why should I do this?

The Tang Sect has raised me for twenty years, and I have reappeared the Buddha's Wrath and Tang Lotus for the Tang Sect. If you really care, they are the ones who take advantage.

Why should I devote myself to a sect that never looks down upon me?

These elders will be confused, sad, sighing, and regretful.

But they will never understand that what I said was all against my will.

The reason why I jumped off the cliff was not because they were chasing me, but because I would never let myself be trapped in that stale place. But if I refuse to become the heir to the Tang Sect, they will never let a disciple who can make the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus leave the Tang Sect.

I can already see the end of my life, so why not refuse, even if it means paying the price with my life?

And at this moment, facing a titled Douluo who can easily kill me, I will never collapse and bow my head like he wants.

I'm not sure whether all the titled Douluo in Douluo Continent have weaknesses, but from these three days and nights of chasing and hiding, I know that Poison Douluo, who slaughters the city with one move and is the best in the world, must have weaknesses.

I looked at the man who followed me into this teahouse before. This was the first time I saw him take off his cloak. It was a very stunning face, with green hair like a waterfall and red marks like blood. The only thing What made the scenery stand out were the sharp copper-yellow eyes like snake eyes.

Suddenly, the wrist of my right hand seemed to be burned by a hot flame. I lowered my head and saw that cyan light slowly flowed into the white skin. After about a moment, the light dissipated, leaving a line of light hovering around me. On the wrist, there is a green snake totem with a red letter.

What a coincidence, I saw this type of snake spirit not long ago

——Jade Phosphorus Snake King

I suddenly remembered that when I was six years old, I pointed to the blue silver grass wrapped around the wrist of my alcoholic father and asked.

""Dad, is this a tattoo on your hand? "

"This is a brand. After you meet your forest soul mate, a special mark representing him or her will appear on your body, which may be a name or a pattern."

"Ahem—" The half-drunk tea almost spit out of his mouth.

I put down the tea cup and suddenly felt that Dugu Yan was actually quite cute.

However, I am curious, if this so-called forest soul mate dies, will this brand disappear? Or will new marks be created?

I called the waiter, put the consumption on the tray, lowered my head and whispered a few instructions. Ignoring the strange look on the waiter's face, I waved to her, "Sorry for the trouble."

Levi City is a beautiful place. Both the shops and the hotels are heavily decorated with flowers. The teahouse I was in was decorated with various mandalas from the ceiling to the windows. It was so colorful that it seemed to make people fall into it. A beautiful and fantastic dream.

The waiter walked towards the green-haired man and placed a black mandala on the table.

"This is given to you by the blue-haired lady."

After saying this, he didn't dare to look at the man's face and hurriedly left.

At this time, I had already left the teahouse.

Through the glass wall, my eyes met that man's, and I smiled brightly in the face of his terrifying, knife-like gaze.

After the girl left, Dugu Bo picked up the strange black flower and looked at it for a while, then casually called a waiter.

"What does it mean?"

"Black, black mandala." The waiter swallowed his saliva and replied under great pressure, "The path of no return for the living indicates that those who see it will eventually meet."

"What will happen?" Dugu Bo glanced at the other party casually.

It was a sunny afternoon, but the waiter suddenly felt a chill. He touched his arm and answered tremblingly——

"die."

After saying this, he quickly left the place, as if he was avoiding some savage beast.

"Ha--" Dugu Bo covered his face and laughed.

The black sleeves slipped from his strong forearms, and blue and silver grass snaked around his white skin.