Dao Baiying and lang shiping came out clean. They had changed out of their dirty clothes. Although their armor was still a little torn, it had been cleaned, and they looked refreshed.
Zhao Hai looked at the two of them and smiled, " &Quot; very good, this is the brother Dao I know. Hehe, brother Dao, I've heard a joke before. There's a man who really loves to look pretty. Just when someone was about to kill him, he said to that person,'friend, you can kill me, but please don't mess up my hair, hahahaha!' &Quot;
Dao Baiying and lang shiping could not help but smile bitterly when they heard Zhao Hai's words. They did not know what to say. Zhao Hai had asked them to sort it out. Now that they had finished, Zhao Hai was laughing at them again. However, they were not angry at all, because only people like him could be considered friends.
