Founder is 30 years old this year, with a name that has become Fang Zheng, and he is considered Fang Zheng. He has been in his career for a long time, but he has not written the word "Cross". It is said that successful men need three 180. At the age of 30, he finally discovered that even if he is 180cm tall, 180mm Ding Ding, and no 180 square meters house, it is like a chasm away from success. The bridge of this chasm is 180 square meters. Unfortunately, the two elders spent their whole life working hard, and only changed the bridge in a second-tier city where they were staying in half and then gave him a 30% discount on the small 60 square meters of residence, which gave him the capital to gain a foothold in the blind date corner of the park.

It was this house that allowed Fang Zheng's parents to stubbornly raise their heads in the blind date corners of older men and women with masters and doctors in the park, "My old man has a vision. When he was still in college, he tried his best to buy a house. Now his son has been working for several years. The family has been frugal and always paid off the mortgage. He has to pay off his mortgage according to my temper. Now he is afraid that he can't get a down payment. Don't say that he will pay the mortgage. If you want to pay it back, you won't give you this opportunity! Don't even think about it!" Whenever the mother chats with the aunts around him, she will always receive a group of people's echoes, as well as some gentle, virtuous, and beautiful women.

A beautiful beginning does not mean a beautiful result. Only then did our young man Fang Zheng experience the powerful function of beauty and beauty. Through dozens of painful blind date experiences, Fang Zheng has developed a meticulous and meticulous logical reasoning ability from developing a half-body photo to independently identifying people: "Please take a blind date for a blind date, and choose a square to make you have no references around you. I ate the table with more than 150 years of this girl!" "Mom, this girl has short hair and neutral dress. She either has suffered any emotional injuries or has a problem with her orientation. I will marry you and you want to hold a grandson. Your son has to count on the fifth girl to quench her thirst! Why! She didn't go to the blind date corner at all?" "Please check out her resume, I changed her job three or four times! Even if she has no problems, she is a career crazy, too strong! Marry up and sing on stage with you every day, and your son is a double-sided tape!"

Facts have proved that there is no trick to find a wife on a blind date. It is just to cast a net all over the sky and plant a lot and harvest it very much. Fang Zheng spent his monthly salary in the coffee shop, which resulted in the time when he could only invite a girl to McDonald's. He suddenly turned around in the dim light. His girlfriend was not beautiful but very gentle. What's important is that he didn't dislike him when he ate McDonald's. So things went forward in an orderly manner.

My girlfriend gave my mother a scarf. My mother invited the girl to her home for dinner. The girl could cook and the kitchen was full of laughter. Fang Zheng on the sofa poured tea in the tea cup of her father who was resting with her eyes closed. The father opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction. He didn't know whether it was because of his actions or the laughter of his girlfriend in the kitchen.

Fang Zheng thought at this time, "This is probably love, a vow of all kinds, life and death dependence, how can there be so many bloody plots! If she is really paralyzed, she doesn't expect her to serve her for the rest of her life. She doesn't think about those unrealistic stories when she is looking for a girlfriend on a blind date. When she talks about paralyzed, she will be killed if she wants to. She will die if she dies. Her parents will always be sad. The girl may cry for me last time, maybe not!! Bah! Bah! Why did she crash into a car?" Fang Zheng quickly spitted three spits and looked at her father with guilt. He wouldn't know what I was thinking about, right?

At this time, Fang Zheng found that his father was not looking at him at all. His girlfriend stood at the kitchen door and shouted loudly: "It's time to eat!" His father agreed to stand up and walk towards the dining table, but no one in the family looked at him.

After dinner, he sent his girlfriend home, and his girlfriend looked down at the ground. If a person only walked down, he could not maintain a good sense of balance. His girlfriend was staggering. He had to help her from time to time to avoid falling. His girlfriend seemed to blush when he helped her. Maybe not, there was no moon in the sky and the wind was blowing. I was afraid it would rain in a while, so I couldn't see her face clearly, but the number of times he turned to him was getting more and more...

Turning around the corner, he reached the main road. Fang Zheng turned over first, but saw a car speeding over. The dazzling lights were getting brighter and brighter. The loud roaring engine prompted him that the vehicle did not slow down. Fang Zheng flashed back to the aisle and said intimately: "It's so dangerous!" But he found that his girlfriend had already walked to the avenue with her head down!

"Damn it! Come back!" Fang Zheng shouted, but it was too late to catch his girlfriend. So he pushed his girlfriend forward and turned away! But he found that the car had arrived. He had only time to use his hands to subconsciously block the increasingly brighter and brighter car lights, and then his eyes were completely dark. With a thunder thunder, the rain started to fall, and the thunder was hitting here, and a fire broke the sycamore tree on the side of the road.

At this time, Fang Zheng found that his soul was wrapped in this lightning, slowly walking like the sky. The girl cried heartily, his body was lying on the ground, and a large piece of blood flowed out of her body and slowly dissipated to all directions. It turned out that she would cry for me! Fang Zheng's memory in this world finally stayed at this moment.

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The surroundings are foggy, and the shadows are full of pavilions and towers. The ancient style is very similar to the style of Suzhou gardens, but it is extremely tall. Fang Zheng felt that the tall yard had lost its original beauty, not very neat, and could not be said to be majestic. Even if it is a god, it is a rich god with no connotation!

At this time, Fang Zheng was surprised by his wonderful thoughts. He must have died. This is the underworld! Shouldn’t he think about whether to go to heaven or hell? Why do he still have the intention to tease the King of Hell! Thinking of this, he thought again: He saved people and died. There should be a bonus for reincarnation! What if he could return to the Ming Dynasty to be a prince or something...

He wanted to walk in and look, but found that after walking for a long time, the fog had not dissipated, and the building was not closer. He seemed to have been doing useless work. He looked down and didn't see his feet. He was just in a soul state and didn't know what he looked like. He thought he had moved as he imagined but was useless. It turned out that when a person died, he had no soul, and he had no impermanence to guide him. This experience can be bragged to his friends on earth: I know what it is like to die, and you mortals cannot understand it! But, why did you come back and have not yet gone? It doesn't matter if you can't go back, can you move it yourself! This is really annoying!

Fang Zheng tried to float, jump, and even wanted to fly, but found that he could only think about staying here, and could not go anywhere, and could not move anywhere. He couldn't help but feel angry, thinking to himself: Sooner or later, someone would always pay attention to me, why would he let me do this? Fang Zheng thought that he was wrapped in a ball of lightning, and the thunder smashed down when he just died, broke a tree, and then slowly flew to the sky. Yes, he really flew back and wrapped his soul along the way. Seeing his death, he saw his girlfriend crying loudly for him. She should have to be sad for a while, after all, she died to save her!

Then he went into the dark clouds, and then he felt a hole in the dark clouds, and he flew into the holes, and it was all black. I don’t know how long it had been, but it was very long, and then he came to this place, a place where no one was around and foggy was everywhere, and then he couldn’t move.

Since no one cares about me, just wait! Fang Zhengxin let go of it all at once. He can't do anything anyway, so he should not do anything. What should I think? Thinking about my parents, the sad feeling is really uncomfortable. I want to cry, but I don't have tears. Finally, I understand what it means to cry without tears. It feels like I really don't want to try again.

Just when Fang Zheng couldn't even think of what he wanted to think, he walked out of the fog alone, wearing the long cannon he used to be common in costume films. He was all white from head to toe, without any patterns or decorations, his hair was not a bun, but was just loose, and it was also silver-white, without a beard, his eyebrows were also white, and his eyes were fortunately black. Such makeup would make people look ugly everywhere, but it gave rise to a feeling of fairy-like traits.

"Are you a god?" Fang Zheng was not confused about why this man didn't have a bull head or a horse head, nor did he spit out his long tongue. No one had died before and came back. God knows if the underworld is what people say. This person brought him here, maybe he is from the underworld, or a god in the heavenly court. He died of saving people. Maybe it was a cause and effect. Since he was a child, he has read many books on immortal tales and cultivation. From this point of view, he is considered a person with the halo of the protagonist, but I don't know if he can become a Daluo Golden Immortal!

The visitor looked at Fang Zheng, but there was no expression on his face. He just said word by word: "I am not a god, or I can say that I am the god you imagined. It was an accident, not an accident!" Fang Zheng was confused by the man's words and asked quickly: "How do you say it?" If this definitely negative rhetorical method is not a wrong sentence, then there is a reason, and there is a reason he doesn't understand.

The man stopped talking, pressed his hand on Fang Zheng's soul, and a strange force entered Fang Zheng's soul. Fang Zheng wanted to know what it was, but before he could understand it, it disappeared, and there was something in his mind. At this time, the man spoke again: "You are dead, the second of the three souls is gone. I have taken away your last strand of life soul and there is nowhere to be released. I will pass on a set of methods to you. Practice quickly. When you re-cultivate the three souls, you will be able to move. At this time, you go to the pavilion with a chessboard in the yard to find me."
Chapter completed!