Little Red Building 201.

The ashtray on the coffee table was filled with cigarette butts, and the windows were not open. Zhang Youwei sat in the smoke, his eyes were red. He looked at his phone from time to time, trying to see his son Zhang Hai's text messages to ensure safety.

Time is getting closer to midnight.

The ticking clock gradually approached the last limit in his heart. How much he hoped his son would just go out to play crazy and forgot to come back. If there was still a glimmer of hope left, Zhang Youwei would not choose to call the police.

Calling the police means that he himself believes that his son is in danger.

Zhang Youwei was worried and naturally said to himself: "This kid, if you play so late in the future, I won't beat this naughty kid to death and take his surname..."

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The knock on the door was shocked, and he immediately rushed to the front of the door, his fingers accidentally bumped into the lock shell, and the skin was broken and bleeding. He didn't care about the pain and opened the door.

The strange scene at the door came into view.

His son Zhang Haichao was wearing a disheveled hair, as if he was wearing a wig. He was holding the domestic cat Adu in his arms, and behind him was a large number of cats with a list of listless expressions. He stared at Zhang Youwei with a human-like look, making his back chill.

"Dad!" Zhang Haichao was in tears and almost burst into tears.

Zhang Youwei raised his hand and wanted to beat him. He sighed, held his son in his arms with all his might, and closed his eyes to prevent his son from seeing his redder eyes.

"Don't go crazy again at night. Listen to dad, okay?"

After all, Zhang Haichao was a young man. He had just experienced such a big event. When he met his family, the fear and fear that had survived the disaster surged up one after another. He could no longer hold it in his arms and cried loudly in his arms.

Adu jumped onto the sofa and lay down comfortably in the most familiar corner of the sofa.

It licked the pads and observed quietly.

seem……

Humans aren't that bad either

Zhen Xuan sat by the bed and was thinking about it.

The incident in Tianning Community quickly spread throughout the upper reaches of Zhaoping City at night. She has many second-generation WeChat friends, and her circle of friends has been flooded with pictures like earthquake aftershocks. People have speculated about the reasons, but no one can imagine the truth behind it.

"Tianning Community encountered a terrorist attack..."

"Picture.jpg, is this gas pipeline ignited?"

Jinshi Media began to make efforts.

Although the biggest loss was Jinshi, for some reason, Shi Zhongwen didn't want to make a big deal.

Zhen Xuan saw the circle of friends with Tianning Community disappear one by one, and there were fewer and fewer discussion topics related to it. She was in a subtle mood and her mind was in a mess.

The coherent accidents were connected, and Zhen Xuan got a guess that made her hands and feet cold.

Shi Yiren was dizzy and offended a certain brother upstairs very much. As a result, he went directly to the Shi family's nest, which was a big upside down. The final result was that Jin Media admitted defeat and could not even raise the idea of ​​seeking revenge...

Zhen Xuan's mouth twitched and she called her master Duan Hongxiu again.

"Master, you really think I'm long-lasting!"

Duan Hongxiu was so excited that he laughed: "Disciple, the master has found you a good opportunity. A few days later, there is a variety show called "Super Challenge". I will arrange you with my connections, and Baihua will also participate."

"Don't do this!" Zhen Xuan was crying: "I didn't even step into the cultivation gate, so you pushed me into the fire pit. This is a matter of human beings! If I messed with that Liancheng, you will never see me again..."

Duan Hongxiu stopped joking, she explained her thoughts to Zhen Xuan.

"I have calculated the fate of Baihua. Among the seventeen fates in the Hongsweaver Map, Baihua is the fate of Daluo Tianhuanxi Bodhisattva, the ancestor Honghua Fairy... It has been three hundred years, and there has never been a genius with the same fate in the records of the sect. We can rest assured now by relying on Huaqing Entertainment. If we fall back on the mountain, if Huaqing also has an accident, where can we go?" She sighed softly.

Zhen Xuan hesitated and said, "I don't think there is nothing wrong with the entertainment industry... Isn't this always the case? After singing, I will go on stage, and whoever is popular will speak. Master, I think you might as well focus on making programs and promoting. Is a genius really that important to us..."

"We are monks first, and stars second." Duan Hongxiu said slowly: "Everyone is under the innate world. The classics record that the ancestor Honghua Fairy entered the innate realm with the age of flowers and faith. It was precisely because of the fate of Daluo Tianhua Bodhisattva, and the speed of cultivation was thousands of miles a day. In today's era, the speed of information dissemination is wider and the entertainment industry is more developed. If you have this fate to practice Hongxiu's skills, you will definitely touch the innate world within ten years!"

"Only innate can you and me. The master has seen too many ugliness and evils in human nature. You must understand that no matter how bright and beautiful it is, it is still a patriarchal society. If you do not become a foil for men, you must have your own strength and status. The master is not enough to do this."

Zhen Xuan bit her lip lightly. "Master, I understand."

She did not personally understand the cruelty of competition among monks, but suddenly realized that no matter how much she persuaded her, she would not change Duan Hongxiu's obsession. "I will try hard..."

Zhen Xuan hung up the phone, and she suddenly felt aggrieved and her nose felt sore.

"Why is it not someone else, why did you have to choose me... Why, why, why!" She threw everything she could see on the ground, hugged her knees and curled up at the foot of the bed. Only this can give her a sense of security.

She likes excitement, likes to be sought after, and likes the life of celebrities in the spotlight.

Instead of hiding in this dark rental house and living in panic.

Liancheng was not in a hurry to return to Xiaohonglou.

The ghost soul stood in the clouds, observing the whereabouts of the syringe slaves with cold eyes. The ghost energy left in the syringe slaves accurately marked her position. Liancheng saw her boarding a cargo ship smuggling to Japan. Under the night sky, the cargo ship gradually disappeared at the farthest end of the horizon.

The tobacco slave kept her promise.

Lian Cheng quietly retracted the jagged snake-belly sword. The yam slave won him the chance to survive.

The black clouds roll.

The sun showed its bright orange red in the east. Lian Cheng lowered his head and looked at the hands of the ghost soul. The changes in his body were truly reflected on the ghost soul, and the gray spots in his palm became more and more obvious.

The body gradually approached the limit of being able to withstand. If it was allowed to develop, and when the ash spread to all parts of the body, it would be when Liancheng's body completely collapsed.

Su Kaiwei was weak and lay in the clouds. "Please give me some fun..."

The ghost soul shook his head: "No."

"Do you want me to be cold?" Su Kaiwei coughed heavily.

Liancheng offered a bid code: "A body refining technique will exchange for your life. If you have been in Southeast Asia for more than 20 years, you will always have some insights. Don't think of bad ideas. In this thunder cloud pestle, I will find even a lie."

Su Kaiwei definitely doesn't want to die.

He did collect a lot of good treasures, so he replied.

"Nothing is true!"

The ghost soul raised the serrated sword.
Chapter completed!