It was a quiet night.
The next day, September 12th.
Early in the morning, someone came to Fang Ping's room.
A few young women dressed up delicately wanted to help Fang ping wash up as soon as they entered the room. Fang ping rejected them directly. With a shake of his golden body, all the filth was gone.
"How long have I not showered?"
When Fang ping walked out of the room, he could not help but have such a thought.
Last time, he laughed at Liu polu for not bathing for 10 years ... It had been a month or two since he last bathed, right?
"Inhuman!"
Fang ping sighed in his heart. When a martial artist reached the high ranks, he could really be said to be inhuman.
Taking a bath ... Was such a waste of time.
His body shook, and all the filth disappeared.
These women helped them wash up, but old Wang and the others all refused. The people in Star Town City were used to it, so they didn't refuse.