Heaven's Last Big Boss

Always luck favors those who don't work hard.

It is always those who make a fool of themselves, with a fraction of the effort, get several times the return of an honest person.

It is always those who hold the paper money in their hands and get more paper money with little labor.

The previous Zhou Zheng did not know how many times he was in despair.

Now that his cultivation base is high, his mind has become more active, and he can even see that young figure lying tossing and turning on the narrow bed on the upper and lower floors.

Yes, at a young age, he has realized that the environment he is in is not as easy as it seems on the surface.

He began to worry about his future life.

There are no family conditions to rely on, no family members to back up, and no room for trial and error.

Zhou Zheng had already planned it out.

Work hard for most of your life, and then use your life's struggle to provide a relatively relaxed environment for your future children, and just enjoy your old age.

What did that sentence say?

【We have worked hard for decades not to drink coffee with those who are already in this environment, but to let our descendants have the same starting line as you. 】

It was these words that supported Zhou Zheng through the most restless but also most restrained adolescence.

Aren't most people running towards this effort?

In today's world, the most common tragedy is that a poor child wanders in a city of rich people, getting flattened and rounded little by little, and becoming low-spirited.

Zhou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to think about the past.

The world has never been truly fair, and the only fairness is that it is not fair to everyone.

This is actually the truth that Zhou Zheng realized when he was not practicing, and then persuaded himself to be willing to be ordinary.

"Gu..."

Zhou Zheng's Adam's apple was shaking up and down, and he took a breath of alcohol.

His feet began to dangle slightly.

Sometimes, Zhou Zheng would feel that his heart was going to be abnormal.

It's not a wretched 'pervert'.

Zhou Zheng knew that there seemed to be a gap in his Dao heart.

But this gap cannot be filled by practice and understanding, it is a threshold that he cannot cross.

He can't forget his past self.

Who the hell told him that the rest of his life would be like this.

He has it all planned!

He has planned his own life!

He convinced himself, stuck the knife in his flesh and hid it, and now told him that he needed to draw the knife to fight?

'I am a good person. '

Thinking so, Zhou Zheng closed his eyes and exhaled lightly.

His feet continued to shake, his shoulders slumped, trying to relax himself, and he grabbed another bottle of beer and took a few gulps.

The word "good man" is like a chain that binds people's basic necessities of life, imprisoning them at the border of morality, but they cannot be praised by others.

Probably this is similar to what the Buddhists say, "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately".

The story of repenting for evil for a lifetime is the easiest to make people feel emotional.

Some people have been fooled once in their life for being kind, but they are nailed to the pillar of shame.

This is not fair.

Two young people from different family backgrounds put in the same efforts but got different results.

This is not fair.

Some people are born with everything, family, affection, and material life. They can lose miserably, make mistakes, and skip a few lunches to feel that life is not easy.

And some people are born to face this cold world.

This is not fair.

It's not fair.

But now that I am the lucky one, I no longer have the position to criticize these injustices.

Why can't I change my stinginess now?

Because he was fed up with three packs of instant noodles for two days.

Tired of letting the cold wind get into your collar on winter nights;

Fed up with the curvature of the park bench that must be arched outside;

Tired of looking around for vacation workers with board and lodging before the holidays.

He's had enough of these injustices.

He was fed up with injustice.

Then you have to encourage yourself to pursue the happiness that others say.

human nature.

The most inescapable thing is human nature.

The ugliest thing is human nature!

Good and evil.

To benefit the collective by sacrificing the self is good, and to sacrifice the collective for self-care is evil.

The majority is good, the few are evil!

Zhou Zheng brought the beer to his mouth and slowly took a sip.

His life so far flowed through his eyes like a horse watching flowers, but he found that his destiny had a slight turning point at the moment he met Xiaoyu.

Obviously, I should be very satisfied now.

The road ahead is tortuous, but the future is bright. I have a beautiful fiancée, a confidante, a life I never dared to imagine before, and the respect of my surroundings.

The corner of Zhou Zheng's mouth twitched, and he squeezed the empty soda can. He wanted to throw it behind his back, but the idea of ​​"littering is wrong" came naturally.

'Don't litter, Xiao Zheng. '

'Littering is a lack of quality. '

'To learn to respect others, to protect the public environment is to respect others. '

Zhou Zheng's breathing suddenly became short of breath.

His eyes gradually lost focus, and his vision gradually blurred.

Can't litter... can't throw... can't...

When, when——

The sound of the cans rolling down echoed on the rooftop.

Zhou Zheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly returned to focus, and he slowly raised his head, only to see himself squatting on the stairs, in front of him was beer flowing turbulently and frothing on the floor, and seven or eight soda cans were scattered everywhere, with footprints on them Or handprints.

Zhou Zheng's face became pale.

His feet were soft, and he sat there like a weak mortal, watching the scene in front of him.

Not long after, Zhou Zheng stood up, evaporated the liquid nearby, lowered his head, picked up the cans, and sent them to the trash can at the entrance of the corridor.

Then there was a drizzle, and I stood on the roof quietly in a trance.

I go to save the world.

Then who will save me?

On the top floor of Tianfu Hotel, several figures frowned and looked at the ceiling, looking at Zhou Zheng's shadow through a layer of reinforced concrete.

Li Zhiyong bowed his head and thought for a while, then picked up his phone and sent a message.

……

"Dijun just now?"

"The heart demon has not yet formed," Zhang Tianshi said in a low voice, but his expression did not change much. "It is because the realm of cultivation is too fast."

Ge Tianshi frowned.

The scene just now reappeared in front of his eyes. Zhou Zheng seemed to be insane. He didn't use any magic power. He was trampling and smashing like a mortal. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was horrifying.

Ge Tianshi sighed: "This is a huge hidden danger. Once the demons breed, it may be difficult to eradicate."

Zhang Tianshi remained silent.

On the rooftop, Zhou Zheng stood quietly in the drizzle, seeming to be thinking, or simply lost in thought.

Bing Ning walked to the stairs silently, but before she was about to step up the last few steps, she paused and did not move forward.

An invisible band of coercion appeared around Zhou Zheng's body.

He was subconsciously resisting being comforted by others.

Bing Ning stared at Zhou Zheng for a while, then slowly leaned against the wall, folded her arms, bowed her head in thought, her breathing became very slow.

Hum, hum.

The vibrating sound of the phone attracted Bing Ning's attention.

She looked up, only to see that Zhou Zheng had already picked up the phone and swiped to answer it, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came through the receiver.

This is?

Bingning flashed a few pictures in front of her eyes.

In the underground boxing arena, a half-demon man injected with demon blood, Zhou Zheng's childhood playmate, Jiang Li.

Bing Ning remembered that the Futian League had paid attention to this Jiang Li for a while. According to the files, Jiang Li's life was on the right track, and he did not reveal anything about his practice and demons. Later, the surveillance was gradually lifted.

"Why, cough, why did you call suddenly?"

Zhou Zheng cleared his throat, but was a little hoarse when he spoke.

"It's nothing, I just miss you brother Zhou... How are you recently?"

"It's okay, nothing's wrong, basically everything is going well, and the practice has also made great progress. Where are you and your girlfriend?"

"Hey, I'm getting married."

"Uh, did you call to ask me to give you a gift? Good guy, I saved you last time as a gift. If you want money or not, you will die."

"Why don't you follow the etiquette? Brother Zhou, when will we get together?"

"I've been a little busy recently, wait until I'm done... Well, you don't need to ask me for dinner in the last ten years."

"It's been ten years since the retreat of the big monks started."

Zhou Zheng laughed softly: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm still busy, so I hung up beforehand."

"Okay brother, you and sister Yan'er should also be well."

"Well, live a good life."

"Brother, come on."

beep.

A brief busy tone came from Zhou Zheng's earphones. He forgot to put down his arms and stood there quietly.

I don't know how long it took, it should be a moment, or maybe an hour or two.

It will be late.

Zhou Zheng turned around, looked at Bing Ning who was leaning against the wall and hugged her arms, and said with a smile, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Bing Ning asked subconsciously.

"Go...to save the world," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "Isn't this the fate of the protagonist in the movie?"