The First Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty First Chapter Birthday

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Tianducheng, the day of the Zhao family's ancestor's birthday, early in the morning.

The morning sun was just rising, and there had just been a light rain last night, and the air was still mixed with the smell of earth and a very faint smell of blood.

Zhang Ziling sat alone in front of the stone stairs of the restaurant, his body was spotless and extremely clean.

Around the restaurant, except for the ground, there were several inconspicuous bloodstains, which were clean.

All night yesterday, the Zhao family's army launched a suicide attack on Zhang Ziling, and the corpses piled up into mountains.

Until the moment before dawn, the few remaining members of the Zhao family's army were still charging Zhang Ziling for the last time.

Don't give up.

Zhang Ziling counted the total of 120,000 Zhao family troops who died at his hands last night.

Those who came here to kill Zhang Ziling, no one survived.

When the sun just rose, the last soldier of the Zhao family fell in front of Zhang Ziling. The restaurant was ten miles away, and there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

When the first person in Tiandu City woke up, Zhang Ziling had already cleaned up the surrounding area, and all the corpses were completely incinerated in an instant, leaving no trace in this world.

"squeak--"

Behind Zhang Ziling, the door of the restaurant was gently opened, and a young girl's head poked out from inside, her eyes flashing.

"Guest officer, why are you sitting here?" The maid in green who opened the door saw Zhang Ziling sitting at the door of the hotel, and hurried over to ask Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling had lived in this restaurant for some time now, and Zhang Ziling didn't go anywhere on weekdays, so the maid in Biyi naturally recognized Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling also recognized this little Chan, she was the youngest daughter of the shopkeeper of this restaurant, her name was Xiao Chan.

Because Zhang Ziling had lived in this restaurant for a long time, he was very generous, and he seemed very easy-going, so the shopkeeper of the restaurant usually asked Xiaochan to serve Zhang Ziling exclusively.

Obviously, under the influence of Wei You Fan, everyone in the restaurant knew nothing about what happened yesterday.

Everyone had a good night's sleep, but didn't know...

Just before they wake up,

There is still purgatory around here, and the corpses form mountains.

Zhang Ziling didn't go to see Xiaochan, but just stared at the rising sun and said lightly, "Look at the rising sun."

The more than 100,000 troops sent by the Zhao family are obviously...

The Zhao family has already expressed their attitude.

The former master-servant friendship was completely dissipated when the last person in the Zhao family's army fell.

Although Xiaochan felt that Zhang Ziling's behavior was a bit strange, she was still quite worried about Zhang Ziling, so she took the initiative to go back and get a blanket to put on Zhang Ziling, and said, "Guest officer, sit in the back room, be careful of catching a cold."

For some reason, Xiaochan felt that the air was extremely cold today.

It is obviously the birthday of the ancestor of the Zhao family, and it is a happy event.

Suddenly, Zhang Ziling asked, "Today is the 10,000-year birthday of the ancestor of the Zhao family, right?"

Xiaochan was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "Yes, guest officer, you are here to congratulate the ancestors of the Zhao family, right? I think you are too. Xiaochan usually sees people quite accurately, guest officer, you speak very well. Dressing is also very particular, and it must be the son of a certain family who is qualified to be a guest at the Zhao family!"

Xiaochan seemed to have turned on the chatterbox, and she even sat down on the stone ladder with Zhang Ziling.

Xiaochan usually opens the door very early. At this time, the guests in the restaurant have not woken up, so they are not worried that they will affect others by sitting here.

Anyway, Zhang Ziling is also put on a blanket, and Zhang Ziling is usually very good-natured. Xiaochan occasionally makes some mistakes, and Zhang Ziling doesn't care about it.

Over time, Xiaochan became bold in front of Zhang Ziling.

"I heard Brother Aniu next door say that the floors of Zhao's house are made of black gold, and all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas that I have never seen before are everywhere! I heard that there is also dragon meat! I am really curious about what dragon meat is. Taste!" Xiaochan put her chin on her hands and began to imagine.

"Can one piece of dragon meat buy our restaurant?"

"Hey Keguan? Have you ever tasted dragon meat? Is it similar to donkey meat as Brother Aniu said?" Xiaochan blinked and asked Zhang Ziling.

However, when Xiaochan saw that Zhang Ziling was staring into the distance and did not speak, Xiaochan suddenly realized that she had said too much, and hurriedly stood up from the ground and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry! Xiaochan disturbed the guest officer. , Xiaochan, go and prepare breakfast for the guest officer!"

After speaking, Xiaochan didn't dare to stay here any longer, and ran into the restaurant.

After serving Zhang Ziling for some time, Xiaochan knew that Zhang Ziling liked to be quiet.

Although she is the youngest daughter of the shopkeeper of the restaurant, in ordinary people, girls are generally not very well received, so Xiaochan does not dare to be too presumptuous in front of the guests.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Ziling was usually too quiet and easy-going, which made Xiaochan always have some misunderstandings. Xiaochan had done many times by Zhang Ziling's side, and was also trained twice by the shopkeeper of the restaurant.

As Xiaochan ran away, Zhang Ziling shook his head and smiled, glanced at the blanket he was wearing, but was slightly lost.

Ten thousand years ago, Qingdu City, Jiuxuantian Demon Palace...

A young man sat on the top of the magic palace and stared into the distance, and a young man walked slowly over with a blanket.

The teenager put a blanket on the young man and said, "Master, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

Youth: "Wuwei, sit down with me and watch for a while."

The young man sat down, looked at the red clouds in the distance, doubts flashed in his eyes, and said, "Master, are you enlightening?"

Youth: "I'm just looking at pure beauty."

Teenager: "But sir, you have been sitting here for a month, and everyone is a little worried."

Youth: "It's okay."

Teenager: "I don't understand, why should I go and prepare breakfast for the master and make it for me."

Youth: "Okay."

...

Thoughts flashed, Zhang Ziling's eyes gradually turned cold, he stood up wearing a blanket, turned and walked into the restaurant, found a seat by the side and sat down.

Not long after, Xiaochan came to Zhang Ziling with a bowl of medicinal porridge, and said softly, "Guest officer, this is Xiaochan's porridge, drink some to warm up."

"Yeah." Zhang Ziling took a sip with a spoon. Although there were no special treasures in the porridge, it was very fragrant.

"Guest officer, is it time for you to go?" Xiaochan looked at the increasingly lively outside and asked Zhang Ziling, "The birthday banquet for the ancestor of the Zhao family seems to be about to begin."

Many of the guests living in this restaurant have already left.

Zhang Ziling put down the empty bowl and looked outside.

After cleaning up the bodies of the Zhao family's army, there was no blockade around the restaurant, and the outside gradually became lively.

In this restaurant, those guests dressed in formal clothes, prepared heavy gifts, and walked in the direction of Zhao's house.

On the birthday of the ancestor of the Zhao family, those who could stay in an inn in Tiandu City were basically dignitaries.

"En." Zhang Ziling nodded slightly and stood up.

"Little Chan."

"What is the commander's order?"

"Take me to Zhao's house."

"Okay... eh?"