Chapter 1915
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Zhang Feng turned around and glared at the two before patting Du Gou's pale face. "Da Bing, wake up. Otherwise, these two bastards will take your money and go to the brothel."
"Brothel? What brothel? "
Du Gou slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Feng in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
Zhang Feng smiled. He knew that this guy would wake up once he mentioned the brothel. As expected, he chuckled. "Hurry up and get up."
After that, he went forward to support Du Gou and prepared to pull him up.
Na Cheng's face changed when he thought of this guy. He cried out in pain. "Ouch, ouch, ouch. My waist is broken."
He was the one at the bottom of the human pyramid, so naturally, he was under the most pressure. His waist was probably not feeling well at all.
Zhang Feng understood, but it was impossible for him not to get up. He still persuaded him. "Chang 'an City is just ahead. Don't tell me you don't want to go home?"
As soon as he said that, Du Gou seemed to be instantly energized. He glanced at the city gate and pretended to be strong. "Go home. I can do it. Help me up."
Zhang Feng smiled. This guy was obviously not that strong, yet he was still pretending. However, his actions were praiseworthy. Without any hesitation, he helped Du Gou to sit beside Cheng Chumo and the other man.
As soon as they stood still, the three of them seemed to have found something funny. They pointed at Zhang Feng and laughed.
This made Zhang Feng confused. Could it be that his clothes were also torn? He quickly checked and found that his clothes were indeed torn. However, he could still wear them. Compared to these three guys, he was much better.
He said unhappily, "You guys still have the face to laugh at me. Look at your clothes."
The three of them finally reacted. They had been thinking about how to escape and did not look at their appearances. Now that they looked at them, they were really f * cking ugly. Each of them had a bloody nose and a swollen face. There were even straws on their heads. They were just like clowns.
In fact, Zhang Feng himself was not much better. Most of his clothes were torn and there was a lot of straw on his head. However, he was not bruised and swollen. After all, he was at the top.
After a burst of laughter, Zhang Feng looked at them and said seriously, "Chang 'an City is close at hand. Let's walk there. I'll treat your injuries when we reach the Zhang Mansion."
Cheng Chumo nodded. "No problem. Let's go."
Just as he was about to get up, a sharp pain came from his disappointing waist. "Ouch, my waist."
Du Gou was the same. Just as he was about to get up, pain came from his waist. He wailed, "My waist hurts!"
Zhangsun Chong was a little better. He was in the middle, so his strength was neutralized. His waist was fine, but it was a little sore. Therefore, he looked at the two of them with a mocking expression. "You two want to visit a brothel in your current state? I'm afraid you can't even move. "
Cheng Chumo and Du Gou were unhappy. Their faces turned red. They were about to refute when they saw Zhangsun Chong standing between them. He crossed his arms and said proudly, "Look, you still have to rely on Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu will help you back."
Cheng Chumo and Du Gou wanted to curse, but when they saw Zhangsun Chong Chong helping them, they did not say anything. They just lowered their heads and tried to stand up.
Zhang Feng could not stand by and watch. He helped Cheng Chumo and Du Gou up and walked towards Chang 'an City.
Although the two of them had a sore waist, they were usually in good health. Plus, they wanted to go home quickly. Soon, they reached Chang 'an Avenue.
However, as soon as they reached Chang 'an Avenue, they heard some unusual things.
They claimed that Principal Zhang had ascended to the heavens and had personally charged into the Turkic camp. There were even some who claimed that Principal Zhang was the reincarnation of a god. There were also some fellows who claimed that Principal Zhang could predict the future and would soon ascend to the heavens.
Hearing all this, Zhang Feng's head was about to explode.
When did he become so awesome?
Reincarnation of an immortal?
Pass away and ascend in a hundred days?
Lao Tzu did not want to die.
Who was spreading rumors about Lao Tzu?
With doubts and anger, Zhang Feng stopped a passerby and asked, "Brother, why are there rumors about me everywhere in Chang 'an City? Who spread them? "
"Rumors about you?"
The passerby exclaimed. He looked Zhang Feng up and down and said disdainfully, "Do you think you are President Zhang? Do you think a beggar like you can pretend to be President Zhang, an immortal on earth? Ha. "
The passerby secretly spat and left.
Zhang Feng was confused.
The whole Chang 'an City was spreading rumors about him. How could he pretend not to know a living person in front of him?
Was this guy blind?
Or was he really blind?
Just as he was thinking hard, Cheng Chumo's joking voice came. "Come on, look at you now. It's already an honor for people to treat you as a beggar."
Zhang Feng suddenly understood. He looked down at his clothes and was speechless.
Sure enough, it was human nature to judge people by their appearance.
However, he was not such a vulgar person. He looked at Cheng Chumo unconvinced. "Lao Tzu is a beggar. Aren't you? Why are you talking about this? "
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