Coming to the Ten Thousand Fruit Garden, Zhang Xingbao said in a loud voice: "Machine Spirit, help me find the fruit that can allow me to practice the Wind Blowing Technique." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Arrogant as Zhang Xingbao did not anger the machine spirit, he only listened to the instrument spirit and said: "Cultivating the wind system technique, having the wind spirit fruit will help you a lot." In that case, let's eat the Wind Spirit Fruit. ”

In the blink of an eye, Jun Chuxue was sent to a tree full of cyan fruits.

Just like getting the Golden Yuan Fruit, the Wind Spirit Fruit was automatically sent into Zhang Xingbao's hands. Zhang Xingbao was not ambiguous, and opened his mouth to swallow the Wind Spirit Fruit. Immediately after that, the scenery in front of him changed, but it appeared in the secret room of time and space.

Zhang Xingbao didn't think much about it, he didn't want to waste time and practiced according to the Wind Blowing Technique.

Before I knew it, another twelve hours passed, and finally Zhang Xingbao woke up from the death ring.

After a few days of fasting, he really couldn't support it, and he hadn't moved on the sofa for three days, in addition to being in good spirits, his hair was already messy.

The belt was still tied to Zhang Xingbao's wrist, and he used brute force to earn it. If you can easily break free, it won't be a belt, but if you can't break free of the belt, Zhang Xingbao has been cultivating in vain these days.

He secretly exerted himself, enduring the abrasion of the belt on the flesh and skin. He also ran hard metal, not only making his skin hard, but also unconsciously absorbing most of the gold element of the belt buckle.

The belt buckle, which had absorbed most of the gold element, instantly turned into an inferior product, twisted and deformed under Zhang Xingbao's strength, and finally broke with a soft sound.

His hands struggled out of the belt, and his wrists had already seen scars from the wear of the belt, most of which had been left earlier.

He ran into the kitchen and searched for food, only to find half a crushed cucumber. While chewing a cucumber, I went to the toilet again, and the urine that I had been holding for a few days was completely released.

Looking at his unkempt self in the mirror, Zhang Xingbao's face was very gloomy.

The door of the house was locked from the outside, but that didn't stump Zhang Xingbao. He came to the window and stretched out his hand to break the two guardrails, broke the window and jumped out of the window.

At this moment, the sky is clearer than three days ago, and occasionally one or two cars are rolling up dust from the old street.

Glancing left and right, he picked up the stone from the ground and walked towards the flower shop opposite. With a sense of revenge, his eyes are scarlet and terrible.

The business of that flower shop is really not good, and Zhang Xingbao has always doubted whether the owner of the shop has made money or lost money by selling flowers in recent years. He didn't care about these things before, and now he doesn't have to care about them, he wants to go to the woman to make trouble, so that this woman doesn't have to be delusional.

But when he came to the flower shop, he happened to see the woman's daughter coming home. It was a girl who was as tall as herself but much thinner than herself, looking at the weak and slightly frowning face, Zhang Xingbao couldn't help but hesitate a little more in her heart.

Just as he was hesitating in front of the store for a while, he suddenly heard a quarrel inside. But it was the girl who went into the house first who was crying with her mother, and the conversation between the two was an argument but not quite like that.

I heard my daughter crying: "Why did his family treat you like this, you are not wrong." ”

Her mother just cried and wouldn't reply.

I heard her daughter say: "I haven't seen you buy more than 1,000 yuan since I was a child, and when I gave his son a mobile phone for 3,000 yuan, what was his son unhappy about?"

Her mother was still crying and refused to speak, so her daughter cried too: "Mom, shall we not get married? The people in this place are all devils, and they always hurt people in different ways, and I've had a bad time here since I was a child..."

The mother and daughter cried together, and Zhang Xingbao was very uncomfortable to hear.

At this moment, a very familiar figure appeared around the corner. Zhang Xingbao saw Zhang Baoguo appear at the door of the store with a food box and a suit, he didn't seem to hear the movement in the back room, and shouted from afar: "Qing'er, Qing'er?"

Looking at Zhang Baoguo's appearance like a dog, Zhang Xingbao couldn't help but think of the difficult survival he had in the house for the past three days, and he felt angry in his heart.

At this time, the owner of the flower shop finally came out of it, and it was a young woman in her thirties with pear blossoms and rain. said that she was a young woman, because she really took care of her skin very well, and so far she was the most moving woman Zhang Xingbao had ever seen.

She always seemed to frown slightly, and she looked more depressed than her daughter. It seems that life always owes her, so that she has to face her daily life carefully. As a result, her pitiful appearance and that beautiful face fascinated countless men.

Zhang Xingbao secretly scolded the goblin, but hid in the alley outside the door to eavesdrop on their conversation.

I heard the woman ask Zhang Baoguo, "Why are you here? Still refusing to go home?"

Listening to Zhang Baoguo's hard voice, he said: "The child is too big to manage, if you don't treat him well, how can he have a long memory?"

The woman said, "After all, what the child said is not wrong, don't hurt him too much." I've been locked in the house for three days, aren't you afraid of accidents?"

Zhang Baoguo couldn't help but raise his voice when he heard it: "Don't worry about that kid, you don't know, I haven't slept well for an hour in the past few days." But every time I went to the door of my house, I could always hear the kid's snoring like thunder. If something happens to him, I don't think anyone can do anything about it. ”

"I'm afraid the child will be hungry..."

Zhang Baoguo said with a hearty smile in his voice: "You don't have to worry about that bastard boy, he grew up with me since he was a child, and I know his physical condition." Besides, where can the young man's body be so fragile, when I was in the army, I have survived all the hardships and difficulties he endured, let alone him?"

Listening to their conversation, they seemed to have entered the house, so Zhang Xingbao walked out of the alley.

Hearing Zhang Baoguo's voice in the house: "Hey, Qian'er is back? Oh yes, today is Saturday." ”

However, Zhang Baoguo's voice stopped abruptly, because Zhang Xingbao heard the daughter of the woman inside interrupt Zhang Baoguo's words, and heard her shout: "Why are you here to pester my mother again? ”

"Qian'er, how can I talk to your Uncle Zhang?" said the woman's voice.

The girl named Qian'er said coldly: "Mom, didn't you hear what his son said about you that day? The Zhang family doesn't look down on us at all, so why should we humiliate ourselves? His son doesn't look down on you, and I still look down on their family." ”

Immediately after a crackling sound, Zhang Xingbao saw Zhang Baoguo rushing out of the flower shop with someone to bring food, and stood at the door of the store with an embarrassed face.

"Damn, it was a real death shot when you hit me. But in the face of the mother and daughter of the Tong family, she was reluctant to start. Zhang Xingbao couldn't help but be indignant, and threw the stone away for the time being, and the idea of going to Tong's house to make a fuss was temporarily eliminated.

Zhang Baoguo, who was driven out of Tong's house, hadn't thought of how to resolve the embarrassment, when he suddenly heard a roar of the accelerator in the distance. He suddenly turned his head to look at the place where he parked, but he could not bear it again? I saw that his motorcycle had already risen from the dust, and the figure on the motorcycle was not Zhang Xingbao who should be lying on the sofa in the house, who else could it be?

"****, my car. Bastard, you stop for Lao Tzu. Zhang Baoguo shouted, and chased after Zhang Xingbao with great strides.