"What did you say?" Yan Zhang didn't care about the splash of soup that messed up the corner of his robe. He looked at the other person's serious expression. Although his appearance had changed, it was ordinary, but his light eyes were still the same as before.
Looking at those eyes, Yan Zhang couldn't help imagining that cold face in his mind. He opened his thin lips and uttered these words: "I won't allow you to drink soup made by others."
For some reason, in the scene that Yan Zhang imagined in his mind, the man was not wearing the standard Taoist robes that the core disciples of the Tianyuan Immortal Sect wore, but a Taoist robe with cloud patterns made of flowing satin. Yan Zhang could even feel that the Taoist robes were made by himself. From the jade crown on his head to the Taoist robes on his body, and even the scabbard that wrapped the long sword behind him, all were carefully made by him.
This feeling is really good. Yan Zhang couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on David Lu, and even thought about what kind of clothes would suit this person. Of course, he couldn't wear Taoist robes in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, so clothes similar to his own style would be good. The clothes of demon cultivators are not as wide as those of Taoist cultivators, and they can better shape his waist.
What was he thinking about? Yan Zhang suddenly came back to his senses. What on earth was this David Lu talking about? He felt like he was struck by lightning. Yan Zhang coughed lightly to cover up, and felt his heart beating violently.
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