Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's youthful innocence, I tricked her into becoming my wife

"Buy it and eat it?!"

But the most exciting part is yet to come.

The stall owner unleashed new goods, his shouts growing even louder.

"Fried Jade Little Gang!"

"Bomb Dai Mubai!"

"Bomb Ma Hongjun!"

"We have them all!"

"Same price as Fried Tang San!"

"Buy all three and get a discount, buy three get one free, the free item is fried Tang San fragments! Make soup with them at home and it'll be satisfying!"

Tang San's rationality nearly crumbled into dust.

"Phew! I'm not angry anymore!"

"Impulse is the devil!"

He clenched his back teeth, his cheeks puffing out like a toad's.

In the queue, children craned their necks.

One of the girls noticed the problem, "Uncle, why are Yu Xiaogang and Dai Mubai's private parts bulging, but Tang San's are flat?"

"Could it be a problem with your cooking skills?"

"How could that be?" the stall owner said with a kind smile. "Maybe Tang San is a bad guy, so he was crushed when he was bombed?"

"Oh well, you'll understand when you grow up!"

The girl pouted, clearly not believing it.

But one boy blurted out, "Are you stupid? Tang San is a transvestite! He's a eunuch! Eunuchs are flat-chested!"

"No lower body! Can't have babies!"

"Huh? So he's not a man then?"

"Of course not, at most she's a transgender person."

The little girl suddenly realized, "Boss! I want to fry Tang San! He's all shriveled up, and it'll be so satisfying to bite into him!"

The stall owner chuckled and handed it over, "Alright! You have good taste, little girl!"

Tang San stood outside the crowd, feeling his soul had left his body.

Floating in mid-air, overlooking this absurd scene.

You have already chosen your own path to death!

"Hey? This guy."

"What are you doing just standing there staring? Want to buy one?"

Tang San quickly lowered his head, "I won't buy it."

The stall owner glanced at her a few more times and said, "Strange, you look a bit like that Tang San transvestite."

Tang San was terrified. He then remembered that he had just been angry, and his facial muscles twitched, about to give himself away!

"No way! I'm just a peddler passing by!"

"They have absolutely nothing to do with that transvestite!"

The stall owner scratched his head but didn't press the matter further. "Alright, since you're already here, why not give it a try?"

"My family's fried cakes are the best in Tiandou City. I guarantee you'll want more after you try them!"

Tang San, forcing a smile, asked, "Do you have regular fried cakes? Not the human-shaped kind...?"

The stall owner exclaimed in surprise, "The regular kind? Who would buy that? We stopped making it earlier!"

"These past two years, fried Tang San has been selling like hotcakes, it's making a lot of money!"

Tang San's stomach and brain were fighting each other: "Isn't there anything else?"

"No!" The stall owner waved his hand, pointing to four neat rows of fried cakes arranged next to the oil pot. "These are the four kinds! You can choose!"

Tang San stared at them, a brief but intense internal struggle raging within him.

finally--

"Give me two Jade Frying Sticks."

The stall owner beamed and quickly wrapped it up for him. "Alright! You have good taste, brother!"

"These fried jade chicks have to be eaten while they're hot; they're not crispy enough when they're cold!"

Tang San took the oil paper package and looked down at it.

The fried cake was shaped into a middle-aged man with a bald head and a slight hunchback.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, but still took a bite.

click-

The crispy pastry crumbled between my teeth.

The aroma of hot oil and noodles, mixed with a slightly salty flavor, explodes on the tongue.

Tang San blinked.

Ok?

It tastes pretty good, actually?

He looked down and saw the headless "Yu Xiaogang," paused for half a second, and then, as if possessed, bit again.

Click, click.

After two bites, "Yu Xiaogang" was completely gone.

Tang San licked the grease from the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then, he stuffed another small jade-shaped coin into his pocket.

"..."

He silently slapped out three bronze Soul Coins, "Three more skewers of fried Dai Mubai, please."

The stall owner was genuinely delighted, and while packing the food, he couldn't help but praise, "Brother, you're a really good guy!"

"Not only did I buy Yu Xiaogang, I also bought Dai Mubai!"

"It's obvious that they deeply hate these four people!"

Tang San's lips twitched. He took the oil paper package, lowered his head, and mumbled, "Um...yes, I utterly despise it."

He turned and walked away, his steps as fast as if he were being chased by a dog.

But after walking a few steps, I couldn't resist.

He took out the fried Dai Mubai and took a big bite.

It remains crispy and has a rich, fragrant aroma.

Tang San felt a mix of emotions.

"It's actually quite delicious!"

"No, no, no!"

What am I thinking!

"This thing was made from me, Old Deng, and Mu Bai!"

"How could I get addicted!"

"But...it really smells good..."

He quickened his pace, slipped into the deep alley, leaned against the wall, and completely destroyed the three fried Dai Mubais in the oil paper package.

They even licked up the crumbs that fell on the paper!

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth, still wanting more.

She came to the conclusion—

Old Deng Bi Mu Bai Xiang.

I'll have to buy Old Deng again next time.

"Ahem, business is more important."

"First, find out where the teacher is."

"Once we find him and resolve the issues in this territory, I, Tang San, will still be the chosen one who can turn the world upside down!"

He took a deep breath, pulled his straw hat down again, and blended into the crowd.

Several days later, hard work paid off.

Tang San finally found out Yu Xiaogang's whereabouts!

After going around in circles, he finally saw his beloved teacher at the gate of the gatehouse.

However, at this moment, Yu Xiaogang's attire is truly unappealing...

Chapter 250 The Master's Miserable State! A Treasure in the Realm of Self-Abuse?

As night deepened, the streets and alleys of Tiandou City were illuminated by the lights of Huihuan Temple.

Two red lanterns hung at the entrance of the gate, swaying gently in the breeze.

Tang San stared at the thin figure, speechless.

Yu Xiaogang stood under the porch, wearing a gray cloth short jacket, a red belt around his waist, and a wooden sign that read "Welcome Guests" around his neck!

The worst part is that her cheeks were covered in rouge, making her look like a monkey's bottom!

They are so thin and bony that they look exactly like talking paper figures!

Tang San almost didn't recognize him!

But when he saw Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang also saw him.

Although Tang San changed his appearance, the hidden weapon pouch at his waist was still very conspicuous!

"The...the mistress?!" Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse and trembling. "The mistress! Is it you, the mistress?!"

He stumbled forward, his legs giving way, crying out, "Help me! Help the teacher!"

"That beast Ye Hua, he left me here!"

"My soul power is sealed, I can't even leave! Take me away quickly!"

Tang San had a bad feeling.

Although Yu Xiaogang was trying to suppress his voice, it was still enough to attract attention in the quiet alley.

Several passersby turned their heads to look curiously.

Tang San quickly covered Yu Xiaogang's mouth, "Teacher, please keep your voice down! I'm wanted by the police!"

But Yu Xiaogang didn't care; he grabbed Tang San as if he were grasping at a straw.

Just then, the curtain of the lattice door was suddenly flung open!

The madam stormed out, hands on her hips, yelling, "You bastard! Slacking off again!"

"Is your mother paying to raise you just so you can stand here as a door god?"

Yu Xiaogang was so frightened that he shrank back and instinctively tried to hide, but he still held onto Tang San tightly.

Only then did the madam notice Tang San. Seeing his tattered gray robe, she waved her hand impatiently, "Who are you to him?"

"Don't block my business! This bastard owes me money!"

Tang San's eyes darted around. "I'm here to redeem him. How much money does he owe you?"

The madam was overjoyed upon hearing this, "A thousand gold soul coins! He broke my mother's antique blue and white porcelain vase, which was a family heirloom!"