C18 Guanyang Metamorphosis

After leaving the teahouse, Guan Yang strolled around the city for a long time. It was only when the sun was about to set did he remember that he had forgotten something.

He wanted to take a bath and buy a few sets of clothes, but he forgot about all of these.

He had been in Jiangbei for several days, protecting Ouyang Ruo Lan and also killing people. He had always wanted to take a bath, but unfortunately, he had never had the chance.

The two pieces of clothing on his body were also dirty. No wonder his "wife" always called him stinky. Even the teahouse lady looked at him as if he were a migrant worker.

Thinking of this, Guan Yang looked up and saw a bathing pool nearby. He walked towards it.

He took a shower, a bath, a scrub bath, and a brazier. He was quite satisfied with the bath. The only flaw was that the one who pulled out the jar was a little lacking in quality, compared to his master's fire jar, tsk, it wasn't worth mentioning.

The street lights lit up, and the signboards of the shops facing the street also gradually lit up. At this moment, although the sun had not fully set, the streets and alleys of Jiangbei already had the scent of the city's night.

Guan Yang walked into a clothing store. He wanted to buy some clothes. As for the clothes he was wearing, he could simply throw them away.

He didn't pay much attention to the brand when buying clothes, this was something he learned from his master.

In fact, his master, Daoist Master Mystic One, was not that old. Even though he was already very old, he only appeared to be around forty years old. He looked like a middle-aged man.

In the past, Guan Yang's life was very monotonous. When there were no missions, he and his master would depend on each other for survival …

Uh, it wasn't accurate to say that they were mutually dependent on each other, because aside from his master, Guan Yang also had his own Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle, and even a Martial Aunt.

These people grouped together, they were all from a sect, called the "Celestial Sect", and their names were also from the "Mysterious" generation. Master Uncle was called Xuan Qing, Second Martial Uncle was called Xuan Yang, and his Master was ranked third.

In the mountains, his martial uncles and uncles doted on him and Master Xuan Yi doted on him a lot, especially on his little martial uncle Xuan Ling. A few days ago, when Guan Yang went down the mountain, Xuan Ling heard that he was going to be their son-in-law and secretly wiped away a few tears …

However, no matter how much they asked, they would not say a single word about Guan Yang's past.

There weren't many rules in the mountain, and being in love and getting married were both very free. Guan Yang remembered when he was young, he had a mistress, and she was a very beautiful woman. It was just that they weren't on good terms with each other.

Since then, his Master didn't seem to have touched a woman.

On the other hand, as for Guan Yang, he would often instruct him on how to 'play' with women. A true expert at flirting could play with flowers and not let even a single leaf touch one's body …

Now that he thought about it, the roguish aura on Guan Yang's body seemed to have been led astray by his master and a few martial uncles.

On this trip down the mountain, his master gave him a card. As for how much money was in it, his master didn't say, and Guan Yang didn't ask.

It was probably enough to buy a few clothes anyway.

Thinking of this, Guan Yang walked into the clothing store.

In fact, he didn't notice the sign outside the store, otherwise he would have realized that it was a Bianco Nero store.

Guan Yang understood all kinds of knowledge, including fashion brands. Although he lived in the mountains all year round, his knowledge was not shallow because he had to do all sorts of tasks around the world.

Some spies needed to stay by the side of the rich, so he knew about the hobbies of the nobles.

In fact, if Guan Yang was pretending to be a noble, he would be more noble than a noble.

After entering the store, the salesgirl put on his tattered clothes and immediately lost the interest to introduce him.

"Hey, be careful. You can't touch the clothes here. Don't get dirty again."

The salesman was "kind".

No matter what, it was in the service industry. It was a bit too much to just kick him out like this, but he would definitely not give him any face.

Guan Yang didn't mind. He nodded with a smile and started picking his own clothes.

After a while, he took a good look at three sets of clothes: a suit, a casual suit, and an autumn business suit.

Pointing at these three styles, Guan Yang asked the sales clerk, "Hello. Let me ask you, are these three sets of 48 yards?"

When the sales clerk heard this country bumpkin ask about international codes, he thought he probably heard it from somewhere and insisted on pretending that he knew what was going on, saying impatiently, "Don't ask, even if I ask you, you won't be able to afford it."

Guan Yang didn't explain. He asked again, "I want a 48 yards one. Just say, yes or no."

This time, Guan Yang's tone was much colder.

Somehow, after hearing his words, the sales lady trembled …

It seemed as if the surrounding air had turned a few degrees colder.

"I do …"

"If there's one, then pack it for me."

"Yes …" Aren't you going to ask about the price? " After holding it in for a long time, the sales lady couldn't help but ask.

Guan Yang felt that his patience had been challenged. He looked at the sales clerk and said, "I'll say it again. If there is one, load it up for me." "Don't worry about me not paying. If I want to rob them, even if the special forces come, they won't be able to stop me."

"Alright, alright."

The sales lady saw his cold eyes and did not dare to continue. She quickly went to the storage room and took out the set of clothes that Guan Yang had taken a fancy to. It was a set that was 48 yards long.

People who were often bathed in blood had an indescribable aura surrounding them. Sometimes, just a single glance would cause one to feel as if they had fallen into an icehouse.

If there was someone else who specialized in killing, he would see that look. It was a look that looked down on life.

It was not because Guan Yang killed easily. He only killed the enemies. He didn't need to do that to ordinary people. He also didn't have that hobby.

However, once they reached a certain point in their strength, they would no longer care about their life. That was indeed the case.

Soon, the sales clerk took out the three sets of clothes. Guan Yang looked at them, picked out one of the casual clothes, pointed at the other two and said, "Help me pack it."

After saying that, he took the set of casual clothes and went to the fitting room.

When he came out again, it was as if Guan Yang had become a completely different person. His entire body was exuding an "elegant" scoundrel's aura.

Elegant, ruffian, these were a pair of antonyms. However, even though they were contradictory, they were perfectly fused with Guan Yang's body, giving him a fatal attractiveness.

The sales lady could not help but be stunned.

"… …." I'm asking you, can you swipe your card? "

When Guan Yang asked for the third time, the salesgirl blushed and said, "Can you …"

Guan Yang shook his head. He took out the card that his master had given him and handed it to her.

The salesperson took the card and swiped it in the POS machine, taking away 150 thousand.

Three sets of clothes, an average of 50 thousand each.

To the surprise of the sales clerk, the card did not exceed the value of 150 thousand.

Of course, she wouldn't recognize this black card from a Swiss bank.

After changing into a new set of clothes, Guan Yang became even more of a playboy than a popinjay. Even people like Jiang Bing would have to find a hole to hide in if they stood next to him.

Outside the clothing store, Guan Yang received a call from Ouyang Tianxiao.

"Guan Yang, are you back yet?"

"Not yet."

"Oh, that's great. You don't need to come back, just go to the West Ridge villa. Where's Ruo Lan?"

"West Ridge Villa?" Guan Yang asked in bewilderment.

"Yeah, call a taxi. Tell the driver to go to the West Ridge villa and he will know."

"Alright."