Douluo Zhang San's counterattack life

Not long after Bibi Dong left, Zhang San put on all the new clothes.

The upper body is a white gown with a roaring animal head embroidered on the chest. The fabric itself is made of silk and satin and is very loose. A black belt embroidered with plum blossoms needs to be tied around the waist. The trousers are very simple, just an unpretentious pair. black pants.

There was also a pair of black cloth shoes on the ground. After Zhang San put them on, he felt they were a little too big, but he could still wear them.

The soles of this pair of black shoes are made of gum, and the fabric of the shoes is very thick. They feel much better when worn than the pure cloth shoes he wore in the orphanage.

This white and black combination is considered a classic, and this set of clothes is worth a lot of money at first glance. In addition, the style is novel. After Zhang San put it on, he felt a lot more energetic.

Then Zhang San put on the Moon Night Spirit Ring again, and then exposed the "13th Floor Sun-Shielding Sky" wristband full of gems. He suddenly felt like a wealthy young man wearing gold and silver.

Then he saw a plate of exquisite pastries next to the bed. Zhang San, who happened to be hungry, immediately put these pastries into his mouth unceremoniously. Anyway, the affairs of the Rakshasa Cult were basically settled, and he didn't worry about being tricked again. poison.

While putting these small pastries into his mouth one by one, Zhang San couldn't help but sigh:

The food is rich and sweet, and the clothes are handsome and expensive.

Is this "beautiful food and clothing"?

Love, love.

"Little brother, you are so awesome!"

Not long after Zhang San destroyed the last small pastry, the door was pushed open by an old man with white hair and a childish face.

"How does your body feel now?"

When Zhang San saw that the person coming was the old healer, he immediately smiled and said:

"Haha! Thank you for taking care of me, senior. It's almost healed now."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:

"That's good. His Highness said that little brother, you should follow His Highness back today. I'm a little worried about whether I'm forcing myself a little too hard. I've specially prepared some pills for you to take to recuperate your health."

After saying that, the old man walked towards Zhang San and handed Zhang San a small wooden box.

"Thank you, senior. I'm sorry to say you're disrespectful."

Zhang San had a very good impression of this old man. Although he had a powerful system and the medicine made by the old man was relatively useless to him, Zhang San still understood this intention, so he took the wooden box from the old man's hand with both hands. And included it in the "13th Floor Blocking the Sun".

When the old man saw that the wristband on Zhang San's hand could absorb items, he naturally recognized it as a storage soul guide and immediately smiled and said:

"Haha, I didn't expect that little brother, you actually have a storage soul guide? It seems that Her Royal Highness the Saint holds you in high regard!"

"Ah, this... is indeed good."

The old man obviously mistakenly thought that this wristband was given to him by Bibi Dong. The storage soul guide is a valuable thing that ordinary people and even most civilian soul masters do not have.

As for the origin of this storage soul guide, Zhang San didn't know how to explain it, so he had to scratch his head and admit it, without clearing up the misunderstanding.

Of course, this also made Zhang San think of another benefit of having Bibi Dong as his disciple. If he has any weird treasures in the future that cannot be explained, he can say that they were sent by Bibi Dong to deceive others other than Bibi Dong. Others should be able to muddle through easily.

"Eh?"

When Zhang San and the old man were chatting casually and preparing to say goodbye, Zhang San suddenly noticed a familiar figure at the door.

"Zhu Huayin? What are you standing there for?"

The woman in red at the door is Zhu Huayin, the sound envoy of the Rakshasa Sect.

And it seems that she has been standing at the door for a while, maybe she came with the old man.

It's just that she has been silent, and as a soul saint, she seems to have deliberately concealed her aura. In addition, Zhang San's angle just now, so he did not find the other party.

Zhu Huayin at the door frowned and said:

"This is the Rakshasa Sect. As a messenger, is there anything I can't come to?"

Zhang San, who specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, said:

"I don't know anything else, but I know that you must not come to the men's restroom and men's bathhouse, unless you are a pervert."

"you!!"

With one sentence, Zhu Huayin, who had been extremely cold just now, immediately broke his skills.

Obviously, there is still a big gap between her and Bibi Dong in terms of calmly dealing with Zhang San.

The old man on the side began to smooth things over again. He smiled and said:

"Master Yinshi is worried about you. You know, she stayed very late yesterday before leaving, and she also told me about the characteristics of your injuries and treatment methods. These pills are actually..."

"Stop talking, I'm just following orders."

Zhu Huayin interrupted the old man directly, and she said coldly:

"I wish he would die soon."

After listening to the old man's words, Zhang San, who had just changed his mind towards Zhu Huayin, saw that Zhu Huayin did not hide his disgust towards him, so he snorted coldly:

"Oh, it's a pity that I have a hard life and I just can't die. I'll make you mad."

Zhu Huayin frowned and replied with disdain:

"cockroach."

This word stunned Zhang San. He remembered what happened yesterday and immediately replied unceremoniously:

"Female ghost."

Zhu Huayin continued to say calmly:

"cockroach."

Zhang San twitched his brows and said again:

"abnormal."

Zhu Huayin raised an eyebrow and continued:

"cockroach."

"You two stop for a moment."

Old Walker was dumbfounded by the quarrel between the two children.

He can understand Zhang San. After all, he is not very old. Why does Zhu Huayin, who has always been steady, start acting up?

"This is the infirmary. If you want to make a noise, go outside. And don't forget that Her Majesty the Saint said she would leave at noon. If you continue to delay, Her Majesty the Saint may come to hold you accountable."

When Bibi Dong was mentioned, both of them shut up obediently.

"Actually... I'm taking you to the meeting point."

After Zhu Huayin hesitated for a while, he added:

"I'm afraid you'll get lost and make a mistake."

Zhang San, who had the experience of being led by Zhu Huayin, thrust his hands in and sneered:

"Ha! No need, I know the way, you don't need to guide me."

"you!"

Zhu Huayin gritted her teeth and glared at Zhang San. Finally, she flicked her sleeves and dropped a word.

"Row!"

Then he walked away.

"Ah... I, did I piss her off?"

Zhang San, who originally planned to make Zhu Huayin angry, did not expect that Zhu Huayin would react so strongly, and suddenly felt a little confused.

"Alas! Women all have this temper. If we men want to have a good relationship with them, we have to be a little accommodating to them."

The old man held his long beard and sighed, then he said to Zhang San:

"Okay, little brother, let's go quickly! Don't annoy Her Highness the Saint again."

"Uh, ok, ok."

Zhang San knew that his main business now was to rendezvous with Bibi Dong. As for Zhu Huayin who he couldn't figure out and didn't want to figure out, just let her be.

So Zhang San, who was well prepared, immediately set off to the stable where the gathering was held. That stable was the place where Zhang San expressed his love for the Barbarian Beast.

Zhang San is revisiting an old place, and when he comes here, he can't help but remember that short and precious friendship.

When they arrived at the place, Zhang San found that a group of Rakshasa priests were waiting here, including Zhu Huayin. Zhu Huayin just sneered when he saw him, and then turned his face away from him.

Behind Zhu Huayin, a tall and thin male priest looked very familiar to Zhang San. When he thought about it carefully, he remembered that the man was the Soul Emperor who was chasing him in the granary.

In addition to these two familiar faces, there was also the unlucky deacon, who was glaring at Zhang San with his beard blowing, and the honest and honest guard from the beginning seemed to be looking here with the other guards at the whistle not far away.

"Zhang San, what are you looking at?"

Bibi Dong's voice made Zhang San, who had been looking around for familiar faces, tremble. He looked back at Bibi Dong, who was followed by a group of Rakshasa cultists, and smiled:

"Ah, it's nothing, Master, are we leaving?"

"Yes."

Bibi Dong nodded and got into an elegantly decorated carriage. When Zhang San saw that there was an empty seat in the carriage, he also got in.

Seeing Zhang San come in and sit down, Bibi Dong raised her voice and said to the driver of the carriage:

"Set off."

"Yes!!"

The coachman responded, and then the whip in his hand fell, and the carriage started to move amidst the neighing of the horses.

It's time to go back.

Return to the Wuhun Palace.