Chapter 123: The boy comes riding on a bamboo horse, and the green plums go to cook wine (XI)

Doudou's blow was so severe that he fainted on the spot. However, because it was at night, nothing happened. It was not until the next morning that everyone knew that Doudou had broken his head...

The old monsters in the Killer Alliance were furious, but Doudou had committed suicide by smashing his head, so the old monsters in the Killer Alliance were too embarrassed to use this as an excuse to punish Zuo An...

They still have to save some dignity, they are not Doudou!

In the entire killer alliance, perhaps only those old monsters were unhappy about Doudou's broken head, while everyone else said that Zuo'an was mighty!

As for Doudou himself?

After his head was smashed, Doudou was in so much pain that he almost died. He felt a little regretful, but...

After hearing his fellow disciples giving him thumbs up and praising him, Doudou completely forgot about that little regret: he is the bravest Doudou!

"Zuo'an, see, my head is also broken. I said I won't take advantage of you." Doudou pointed at the wound on the back of his head, looking so proud.

Zuo An really didn't want to hit Doudou. He had never seen such a stupid person in his life. From now on, Doudou could just change his name to "idiot to death"...

Zuo An looked at Doudou silently, nodded to Doudou, and fearing that Doudou might be sad, he said "hmm" to comfort her, but...

Doudou, whose thought process is different from that of ordinary people, took Zuoan's performance as a compliment. If he had a tail, his tail would definitely be lifted up at this time.

"Fortunately, Doudou is not a girl, otherwise I would really have to say something to Yiran, girls cannot be kept when they grow up." Master Doudou was about to cry, because of his good apprentice's stupidity.

The other old monsters were about to cry, "We are such a failure." They actually taught the young master so stupidly, are they also so stupid?

"The young master is still a child, he is just naive. He will grow up in two years." Zuo'an's master was really helpful and kindly comforted everyone.

This reason was unanimously agreed by all the monsters. Their young master was just too young... Well, they would never admit that Zuo An was younger than their young master!

Woo woo woo...this fact is so sad!

A month passed quickly. A month was enough time for Zuo An and Dou Dou to recover from their injuries. On the day of the competition, the wounds on their heads had almost healed, at least there was no bleeding anymore.

On the day of the competition, Doudou couldn't contain his excitement and got up before dawn to pick out clothes: "Which one looks better, red or black? Or blue? How about green, too..."

"Ahhh, how am I supposed to choose from so many clothes?"

"How about white? No, no, it will get dirty if we fight."

"Red? That's not good either. What if I'm not injured and they think I'm bleeding."

"Black? No...it doesn't suit my heroic spirit."

"Blue? It's too bright. Zuo An will definitely say I'm showing off."

"Green? Why is it the same color as grass?"

"White? People who don't know would think I'm dead. I'm wearing mourning clothes."

"Yellow? It's the same color as shit! If I wear it outside, Zuo'an will definitely laugh at me and say I fell into the toilet."

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Doudou spread out the clothes on the bed and picked and chose from them. The servant who was taking care of Doudou was almost going crazy...

Young master, you are going to fight, not to go on a blind date!

It doesn’t matter how nicely you dress if you get knocked down by one punch!

Besides, you are going to compete with Zuo An, so why do you care what Zuo An says about you? You just have to beat him!

The servant tried to persuade him earnestly, saying that if Doudou refused, he would not only defeat Zuoan physically, but also spiritually.

"We can't be casual. Today is the day I regain the top spot. We have to do it in a grand manner!" Doudou insisted. The servant was helpless and finally gave a good suggestion: "Since it's a grand day, let's wear red. Red is festive."

Doudou hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily: "Then let's go with red."

But……

"Why is this dress a little small?" Doudou looked at the dress that was stretched too tight on her body and expressed her sadness. "The laundry person was so careless and made my dress smaller again. It's so annoying."

Doudou would never admit that he was too fat.

"The clothes are too small and it's not convenient to move. How about changing to black?" The servant looked around and finally picked the largest one.

Color is not important, what is important is whether it can fit the clothes. The young master seems to have gained a lot of weight, and I am afraid that many of the clothes on this bed will fit him.

"Black looks like a crow." The killers were all wearing black, and Doudou said he didn't want to be like them.

"The boy from Zuo'an must be wearing black." The servant had no choice but to bring Zuo'an out, and sure enough...

Doudouyi's Zuo'an also wore black, and the master reluctantly agreed, "Since Zuo'an also wears black, then I'll wear black too."

This black dress is the largest piece of clothing Doudou owns, so it doesn't feel too small. Doudou looks very satisfied with it, especially when he sees Zuo An wearing black clothes at the competition arena, he becomes even happier.

As for why Doudou got up so early but arrived later than Zuoan?

This is very simple. After choosing clothes, Doudou asked someone to comb his hair into a handsome and elegant style. He must look so handsome today that he will kill Zuo'an...

Faced with Doudou's request, the servants had no way to refuse, so they just obediently combed his hair into a "handsome" hairstyle as Doudou requested.

After all this trouble, Doudou lost his time advantage, not to mention that he had to choose a sword before going out.

The servant almost knelt down in front of Doudou and said, "Young Master, when fighting in the alliance, you are not allowed to use weapons." Fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other!

"I know, I didn't say I wanted to use a sword." Doudou glared at the servant and continued to choose a sword in the armory.

Others can't enter the armory, but Doudou can...

"If you don't need a sword, then what sword do you want to choose?" What a sudden turn of events!

"It's not handsome without a sword." Doudou didn't even turn his head, and then picked one...

Heavy sword!

The fifty-jin long sword was only slightly lighter than Doudou, a fat man. Doudou couldn't even reach it, and had to hold it with both hands to barely drag it...

"Master, change it. This one doesn't look good." The servant kindly suggested, but Doudou insisted, "This one looks good."

"But..." You don't look handsome holding it!

Two-handed mop sword, are you sure you can make Young Master Zuo'an cry?

The servant cried first...

"This is the sword. I like it." Doudou was a man of his own ideas. He was determined that this was the sword and would never change his mind. The servants had no choice but to help Doudou and drag the heavy sword to the arena...

Whoosh… Whoosh…

At first, Doudou was able to keep his breathing steady, but when he was halfway there, he realized...

So tired!

This sword is so heavy!

He walked and stopped along the way. He had gotten up very early and changed into handsome clothes. But when Doudou dragged his heavy sword and ran to the martial arts training ground breathlessly, all the onlookers had arrived, and Doudou, the protagonist, was late...

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