Douluo Zhang San's counterattack life

"Slow down! Slow down!"

Zhang San, whose head was buzzing, immediately called out to the two young waitresses who were about to have sex together.

"What are you doing?! Don't take off your clothes just because you disagree! Hey!"

"what?"

"Eh?"

The two waitresses were frightened when they saw Zhang San's reaction. The younger one said with a confused look:

"But how can we help you wash it if we don't take off our clothes?"

The older waitress covered her mouth and smiled:

"Pfft! Are you still shy?"

The pale-faced Zhang San said very seriously and seriously:

"No! No! This is not a matter of being shy or not, this is a matter of life and death!"

"what?"

The two female waitresses looked at each other, obviously they could not understand what Zhang San meant.

Upon seeing this, Zhang San immediately asked:

"You really don't know that there is a monster called the Necromancer in this vast universe?"

"do not know……"

Facing the unfamiliar terms that Zhang San had never heard before, the two waitresses shook their heads.

"Ugh!"

Zhang San sighed and said:

"This undead descendant is an extremely terrifying regular creation. It is formless and omnipresent. It can travel through the heavens and worlds at will. With just one thought, millions of worlds will be wiped out. Now all living things in this universe are just dead. The relics left after the spiritual descendants have been swept away, and we mortals are even more insignificant dust to the undead spiritual descendants. We don’t know where they are going after they take a breath."

"Is it so scary?"

The two women also looked horrified upon hearing this, and were frightened by the terrifying monster described by Zhang San.

"Yes, but the Necromancer is a creation of rules after all. It will only eliminate things that it believes violate the rules. It is a monster that seems to be unreasonable and very principled."

The two girls just breathed a sigh of relief when Zhang San said with a scared look on his face:

"But just now, we almost attracted the undead descendants."

"what?!"

The two waitresses were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They hugged each other in fear and asked hesitantly:

"Did we make any mistakes?"

"Maybe we are wrong, maybe we are right, but it doesn't matter to the Necromancer. As long as it thinks there is a mistake, then it is wrong."

Zhang San sighed and continued:

"As for the mistake that was just about to be made, it is also a taboo in itself. The so-called taboo is naturally unspeakable. In short, you two should not take off your clothes anymore, do you understand?"

When the younger maid heard this, she was confused and dissatisfied and said:

"Is it wrong to take off your clothes? Then wouldn't it be wrong for us to change clothes or take a shower when we go back? Isn't that okay?"

Zhang San thought for a while and then replied: "Ah, this... of course is fine, the key is not to be seen by 'those eyes'."

The older maid asked doubtfully:

"'Those eyes'? Mr. Zhang San, what are you talking about? There are only three of us here. Is anyone else watching?"

Having said that, the two maids were looking around, but this was an empty and gorgeous bathroom, so of course there was no place to hide the fourth person.

Zhang San shook his head, and then said extremely seriously:

"The 'eyes' I'm talking about are not the eyes of some people in our world, but the sight cast by beings in a higher dimension. The destructive 'death descendants' come from that dimension. We The whole world is being observed and shaped by them, but they are not watching us all the time, they will only stare at a small fragment, a corner that they think is interesting.”

The waitresses asked again: "Then, how can we know that they are looking at us?"

"There's...nothing we can do about it."

Zhang San pondered for a moment and then said:

"There are only a very few beings who can sense the clues of those higher-dimensional lives, and I am one of them."

After hearing this, the waitresses quickly asked: "What about us? What should we do?"

Zhang San scratched his wet scalp and said:

"Well, let's ask the author. He is the manager of the world, close to or even surpassing the God of Creation. He will decide all this. Of course, even he is afraid of the powerful ones such as the Necromancer."

"puff!"

However, as soon as Zhang San finished speaking, the two waitresses who were trembling with fear just burst out laughing.

The younger waitress reached out and scratched Zhang San's still delicate and straight nose and said:

"Okay! Mr. Zhang San! We have been playing with you for so long, and you can't make it up anymore, so stop pretending!"

"Eh?!"

Zhang San looked confused. After he realized what he was doing, he couldn't help but feel furious. He thought in his heart:

With such a grand narrative, such rigorous logic, and such a serious expression, I still didn’t deceive them?hateful!

The older waitress touched Zhang San's head and said:

"If you're really shy, we won't go down there. Come over here and we'll help you wash it on top!"

"Ah... okay."

Zhang San understood that he was regarded as a little brother by the two waitresses.

However, it is a very harmonious and normal scene for the sister to give her brother a bath, so it shouldn't attract "dead heirs", right?

"Ah! What the hell am I thinking about?"

What kind of "descendants of the dead"!What am I making up?

Zhang San shook his head, getting rid of those strange titles that just popped into his head.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Seeing the two waitresses looking at him in confusion, Zhang San shook his head, took the initiative to lean towards the edge of the pool and said:

"It's okay! Just keep going!"

"Ok!"

Then the two waitresses started their work. One of them took a wooden ladle to help Zhang San wash his hair, and the other massaged Zhang San's shoulders. The division of labor was very clear.

Moreover, these two waitresses were indeed professionals. Zhang San could feel that the acupuncture points on his head and shoulders were being stimulated evenly and appropriately, and his tense body soon relaxed.

goo~

And as soon as he relaxed, Zhang San's flat belly began to sing the empty city plan again.

Hearing this loud voice, the two waitresses couldn't help laughing. The older waitress asked: "Are you hungry?"

Zhang San was a little embarrassed, but there was no use hiding it at this time, so he nodded and said:

"Yes! Do you have anything to eat here?"

"Ah...of course there is, please wait a moment."

The older waitress left Zhang San. After a while, the waitress came to Zhang San carrying a plate filled with various fruits and pastries.

"Thank you!"

Zhang San, who had been starving for a long time, smelled the fragrance of food and immediately swallowed his saliva. He reached out to take it, but when he saw his wet hands, Zhang San stopped.

Those pastries will not taste good if they are soaked in water.

The older waitress smiled and said: "Ha~ let me feed you?"

"Uh, trouble."

Zhang San understood that it was better to obey orders than to be respectful at this time, so he opened his mouth to eat the food brought to his mouth by the waitress, while the other waitress was doing her best to press the acupuncture points on Zhang San's shoulders.

Zhang San, who felt extremely comfortable both mentally and physically at this moment, couldn't help but sigh:

Ah...is this heaven?

After a while, Zhang San found that his eyelids were getting heavier and his vision was getting darker and darker.

Maybe I'm just too tired?

Forget it, it's not dangerous anyway, it's good to fall asleep.

So after being persuaded by himself, Zhang San's remaining consciousness sank after a little resistance...