The main material of this set of armor is bamboo, leather and some metal, and the whole body is black, which is very delicate and pleasing to the eye.

In fact, compared with the armor of other countries in the same period, Japanese samurai armor is not the best in terms of defense or practicality, because for a long time, the Japanese played their own village chief-level "Warring States Period" on their own islands behind closed doors.

But a series of shortcomings aside,

The point is that it's beautiful.

Rao is Zhou Ze at this time, when he looked at his appearance in the mirror that he was now wrapped in armor, he didn't have the slightest discomfort and anger that suddenly appeared on his body, but felt that this set of armor was practical and protective things aside, and when he suddenly appeared in a fight, he felt that he was very "cool";

If there is an old way next to it and a classical BGM in time, the effect will be even better.

Maybe it's influenced by modern Japanese cultural products, at least for Zhou Ze, he really doesn't hate this set of armor.

Zhou Ze still remembers being in an orphanage when he was a child, and after dinner, a large group of children would gather in the living room with the only TV set in the school, and everyone would sit on a small bench and wait to watch cartoons.

At that time, VCDs and DVDs were not widely available, so everyone watched what was on TV.

For a while, a Japanese anime "Demon God Altar Fighter" was once screened on the entire continent, setting off a huge frenzy, even from the current point of view, this anime still does not have a sense of obsolescence and obsolescence in the design of armor and the use of some middle two BGMs.

Reached

leg lift,

Twist the waist,

Even though he is a little weak now, Zhou Ze still insists on posing a few poss in front of the mirror, which is quite like an old man talking about juvenile madness.

When he had enough fun, Zhou Ze closed his eyes, his armor disappeared quickly, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and sat down again, already sweating profusely.

Bai Yingying also brought shower gel and re-entered the bathroom at this time, and saw that Zhou Ze was sweating again, so she could only help Zhou Ze wash it again.

Enjoying the service of his own maid, Boss Zhou, who took a shower and changed into clean clothes, was supported by Bai Yingying and sat in his favorite sofa position.

There was a plate of candy on the coffee table in front of him, as well as coffee and newspapers.

A leisurely afternoon should be wasted.

Boss Zhou quickly took on the role of salted fish again, perhaps, this is nature, and after experiencing the last incident, Zhou Ze began to have an instinctive rejection of any activities that needed to leave the book house by himself.

His personality is a bit selfish, and there is a kind of me who just salts the fish to my heart's content, even if the flood is raging after I die.

Lao Dao came back at this time, sweating profusely, seeing Zhou Ze leaning on the sofa and reading the newspaper, Lao Dao laughed excitedly "hehe" twice, and immediately took a bottle of cold beer and came over, saying:

"Boss, it feels good to come home and see you sitting here reading the newspaper as usual."

The meaning of the old way,

It's like a husband who has been working hard outside for a day and comes home and sees his mother-in-law nursing the child, and he has no fatigue at all.

All in all, it sounds weird.

Zhou Ze glanced at Lao Dao, and saw that he was energetic and sturdy, and suddenly a little envious of this goods, after that incident, Lao Dao even if he had a corpse pill with a white warbler to continue his life, but it was just to ensure that he would not die, but he didn't expect that Lao Dao's vitality was really tenacious, and it was only a long time before he cultivated again.

The seventy-year-old man has such a terrible vitality, and he can still wake up in the morning, and he always thinks about those things that are not in his mind, he is really envious of others.

"How's your body?" Zhou Ze asked.

No matter what, you still have to care about it, even if Zhou Ze thinks that it is no problem for Lao Dao to order a dragon play and two phoenixes to toss for a night at night.

"It's good, it feels stronger than before." Lao Dao patted his chest and sat down next to Zhou Ze, then stretched out his hand and quietly pointed to the white warbler who was busy behind him, and whispered:

"Boss, can you solve the matter of Yingying?"

"I'll fix it when I'm well."

"That's good, a good-looking girl." Lao Dao smashed his mouth, went to the bathroom, and then walked out and turned on the big TV, and changed the channel casually.

"Yo, boss, there's a ball game today, do you see?"

"Not interested." Zhou Ze is not a fan.

"The game of Tongcheng Zhiyun seems to be playing the Chinese Super League team, the FA Cup.

The second team plays the Chinese Super League team, this is very rare, poor look. ”

Lao Dao is actually not a fan, but he has some fate with the team, in the early years, when he traveled north and south, he was also invited to do magic at the home stadium of many teams and clubs, which means to open up the team's home stadium and turn some luck.

Probably those teams are a little unlucky, their home shots are always on the post or all kinds of bad luck, anyway, the old way is also a blind cat to meet a dead mouse, or the players feel that their home stadium is blessed with a different psychological state, the home results are suddenly better, the old road is very popular for this, and after playing a reputation, he was invited by several clubs to do things.

To say that the Chinese are really superstitious, in fact, there are not many, don't look at the temple incense flourishing, but everyone will also be lively, enter the temple to worship, in the spirit of casting a wide net, and this is actually not superstition, before the start of the building before the start of the film and television drama, in fact, will put an offering table incense to seek an auspicious meaning.

However, the old Taoist went too far a few years ago, and it had a butterfly effect, you invited a Taoist priest here, and I invited a dancing god or a monk, in short, you sang and I took the stage, and all the gods came together to bless, giving full play to the local cultural industry characteristics of clubs around the country, so lively.

However, this was captured by the fans and made trouble on the Internet, and the fans themselves just ridiculed, but they were noticed by the above, and the Football Association immediately wrote down a paper to prohibit the clubs from doing this kind of thing again.

For this reason, Lao Dao also cut off this financial route, and can only transfer to the live broadcast industry, which is a later story.

…………

Xu Qinglang didn't drive back to his hometown, he took a hitchhike back and forth, and when he took a hitchhike back after dealing with things in his hometown, he saw that the driver always seemed to be secretly looking at himself on the road.

All right

Xu Qinglang is already a little accustomed to this kind of scrutiny, and he is also a little immune, and he also knows his own appearance and temperament, which is also a helpless thing.

However, the driver seemed to be a little wrong, took out his mobile phone from time to time to look, and deliberately looked at himself again from the rearview mirror, and finally, the driver couldn't help but ask:

"You're a women's clothing boss?"

Xu Qinglang didn't understand the meaning for a while.

The driver shook his head, looked at the phone screen again, and asked, "Are you a man or a woman?" ”

"Male."

Xu Qinglang pointed at the driver again and said, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Oh, nothing."

"Tell me, what you're looking at." Xu Qinglang said resolutely.

Not to mention the kind of domineering atmosphere that has more than 20 sets,

Let's just say that I've seen a lot of the kind of temperament that has been refined over the past few days,

Xu Qinglang now seems to speak with a sense of Wu Zetian-style oppression.

The driver may also be young, and his psychological construction is not like an old fritter, so he pointed directly at the screen and said under nervousness:

"We have a driver's evaluation here, and the passengers can't see it;

I look at the evaluation here that you are very beautiful, and some people are guessing whether you are a man or a woman or something, I took your order before because I saw this evaluation, so I was interested in taking the order immediately, in fact, your road is quite different from my route. ”

"Boring."

Xu Qinglang shook his head disdainfully and closed his eyes.

About 20 minutes later, the car arrived at the door of the bookstore, Xu Qinglang got out of the car, and saw that there were many people in the bookstore, and they were alive.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Xu Qinglang saw Zhou Ze sitting at the bar.

"You're awake." Xu Qinglang greeted.

"Hmm." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Why is it so lively?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze pointed to the picture of the big TV and said, "At first, Lao Dao was watching the ball game, and then many passers-by saw it through the glass window, so they came in to watch it together." ”

"Spend a hundred dollars just to come in and watch a ball game?" Xu Qinglang was a little incomprehensible.

In fact, Tongcheng has not had a professional team for a long time, but since the first two years, it has gathered a lot of fans, even if it is a game in the second division, nearly 10,000 people go to watch the game every time, and the popularity has surpassed some Chinese Super League teams.

"Damn, I'm 2-0 behind, damn it, don't look at it!"

A middle-aged man with a lot of tattoos yelled a few times, and finally reluctantly went to the bar to settle the bill.

"Pit money, I asked for two bottles of Sprite, just charge me a hundred, the key fucking first half is two goals behind, I really spend money to find guilt."

The tattooed man thought about it for a while, put back the hundred yuan that was about to be released, and said to Zhou Ze:

"Boss, are you embarrassed to take my money? I'm also mixed here, nicknamed Brother Qiang, if you have something to say hello to me in the future............"

"No." Zhou Ze replied.

The tattooed man smiled "hehe", stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhou Ze, signaling him to know that the owner who can actually open a shop on South Street is no longer the object of this kind of little hooligan who is strong and middle-class.

The tattooed man smoked a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and pushed open the door of the bookstore in a dashing manner.

"I don't know what is alive or dead." Xu Qinglang mocked beside him.

He understood why Zhou Ze was suddenly kind enough not to accept his money, and it was definitely not a threat.

Joke

A ghost is threatened by a ruffian in your yang world, and is it still mixed?

Coupled with Boss Zhou's iron rooster's Grande character, will he have trouble with money?

In fact, Xu Qinglang also saw that the tattooed hooligan Yin Tang was black, and there was still a little black gas on his body, obviously he had recently recruited something dirty, if there was no Taoist person to help him break the disaster, he would be seriously ill, or he might have a car accident on the road.

The money of the dying person, if you don't collect it, you won't accept it, maybe you will still get it in the bookstore in a few days, and you won't be able to collect the money when you were alive, and you will also collect it when you die, anyway, Boss Zhou is sitting firmly in Diaoyutai.

Zhou Ze silently lit a cigarette.

The outside of the bookstore is covered with glass, so you can clearly see the tattooed man who has just walked out inside.

The tattooed man took a big puff of cigarette and walked out, and was about to spit it out.

It just so happened that a pregnant woman walked in front of him.

The tattooed man looked at the woman's big belly, and immediately held back the cigarette, and smokers know that a puff of cigarette is sour and refreshing, just like swallowing half a mouthful of mustard.

After the pregnant woman leaves,

The tattooed man bent over and retched incessantly to the ground.

Boss Zhou spit out a puff of smoke rings, and Xu Qinglang beside him also saw this scene.

"You go and help him crack it." Zhou Ze said.

Xu Qinglang nodded.