I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 97
The signboard of the restaurant is very ingenious. Compared with the mediocrity of other shops, it is very eye-catching on the door with the cursive handwriting "Golden Whip Creek Restaurant" like a silver hook.

At this time, the restaurant was already filled with [-] to [-]% of the guests. Shrek and the others walked in, and the chatter of the lively crowd was a bit suffocating. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both frowned at the same time, obviously not very used to this atmosphere.

As the oldest one in the academy, Dai Mubai naturally stepped forward to chat with the counter attendant, and everyone was ushered into the box inside.

Xiao Wu looked at Zhao Wuji who was separated from them in surprise, "Isn't Teacher Zhao together?"

The red and purple eyes of Zhao Wuji's double eyelids looked at this little bastard, it was her who unknowingly snatched away his right to order the leader, his eyes were dark, and he said in a deep voice:

"Teachers generally don't have meals with students, but if you..." If you sincerely invite, it's not impossible!

"Oh, I see." Before Zao Wou-ki could finish speaking, Xiao Wu walked into the box bouncing around.

The rest of the students followed suit.

Zao Wou-Ki: The fist is hard... You better not fall into my hands, huh!
At this time, a group of people suddenly walked in from outside, somewhat similar to Tang San and the others, there were also eight of them.After Zhao Wuji saw it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Old acquaintance!

The leader is a man in his 40s, with a strong body but not too much muscle. He is dressed in a moon-white silver silk embroidered robe. Bi is very unsuitable, and his face shows a bit of eagerness.

Behind the middle-aged man were seven young men, six men and one woman, all of whom looked to be around 20 years old. They were wearing the same moon-white soul master robe, but without the silver thread embroidered on the front middle-aged man. But whether it is the middle-aged man or the seven youths behind, there is a blue ring mark on the left shoulder, and two words of the same color are embroidered inside the ring, Canghui.

When the restaurant owner saw them coming in, he hurriedly greeted them, nodded and bowed with indescribable politeness, the most important thing to do business in this small town is to have good eyesight, he could tell at a glance whether these were soul masters, or came from a united The kind of school with a strong background in uniforms.

"Is there a box?" The middle-aged man asked the hotel owner, and the teenagers behind him were smiling, talking and laughing.

The hotel owner was sweating coldly, "The last box has been reserved by a guest just now, can the honored guest look at the lobby?" When speaking, he bent down very much, almost ninety degrees, for fear of offending the group of big soul masters.

The middle-aged man became impatient, "I just want to eat in the private room, there is a hidden menu there! Whoever booked the last private room, I will pay double!"

The only female student behind covered her lips with a smile, and joked skillfully: "Teacher, who made you stupidly hungry for half a month, what did you say so that you can taste the most authentic taste of food!"

The male students on the side were also trying to hold back their laughter. Their teacher relied on his martial soul to resist hunger, often went on hunger strikes, and then overeat, but he took the opportunity to see a joke.

"This is my training method for martial souls, what do you little brats know, hum!" The middle-aged man's voice was so arrogant, he turned his face away.

While sweating furiously behind his back, the hotel owner responded repeatedly, "I'll go discuss it with the guest just now."

(End of this chapter)