Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

The hotel invested and built by the Zhang family is towering into the sky, with a garden restaurant on the rooftop.

After Tom ordered his meal and took a sip of red wine, he suddenly had a question: "Chairman, why do you like ordinary stones without magic or power?"

Although they are shiny and sparkly, Tom, as a chairman, always thinks that he would prefer more "magical" items.

Zhang Qiyuan's palm brushed across the flower wall, and the delicate and beautiful flowers bloomed. He lowered his head to admire the double-petaled roses: "Do you think I should breathe the wind and drink the dew, wear clothes made of shark yarn... Tsk, I'm like an idiot."

As he spoke, Zhang Qiyuan couldn't help laughing.

When he was doing missions in the world of immortal cultivation, he was still holding the script setting of the male protagonist, which required Zhang Qiyuan to sleep on an icy jade bed, which was very uncomfortable.

Not only that, you cannot eat what ordinary people eat, and you can only eat some spiritual fruits and spiritual foods occasionally to satisfy your hunger.

The clothes he wears must be all white. His wardrobe is full of white clothes. It is really a bad omen. The protagonist's family is wiped out. He has been in mourning for 30,000 years...

There are also requirements for walking postures, the appearance must be exciting enough, and before using the ultimate move, you must make fierce words and pose...

There are so many examples like this that I won’t list them all.

Anyway, Zhang Qiyuan felt at that time that he was not used to this immortal-like lifestyle at all.

Besides, in his eyes, gods are just more advanced species.

Zhang Qiyuan sat on the chair and tasted the red wine: "You may use your imagination. If you reach the highest level, how will you live? What will you eat? What will you drink? What will you play?"

Tom's black eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course I will continue to study the mysteries of magic, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, and continue to climb to higher levels."

Of course, he would also go on patrol from time to time to show off his power.

Zhang Qiyuan had a faint smile on his face: "So, do you still want to be a human being?"

Tom answered without hesitation: "If I can become stronger, I can become anything."

Zhang Qiyuan pointed at the flower wall and said, "Turn into a flower?"

"Flowers are too fragile." Tom shook his head. "They should be stronger species."

Zhang Qiyuan said meaningfully: "Being strong contains a lot of content. It depends on whether you want to make your soul strong, or your body strong, or sacrifice something in exchange for strength."

He had thrown himself into the arms of madness, becoming a wriggling mass of flesh, a sliding tentacle, a flowing shadow...

The more pollution, the stronger the ability.

But he could not escape the shackles of pollution, which followed him like a shadow. Even if he ascended to the throne of God, he could not erase these hidden shadows.

In order to regain his human form and freedom, Zhang Qiyuan kept making aiming points for himself.

From having to sleep and eat on time every day, to walking upright, walking on two legs, wearing clothes that fit well, and having to think with that thing on my neck...

Later he discovered that his soul would always be human. He twisted his heart and his soul, and could only gain twisted power.

With this experience, Zhang Qiyuan set himself the first rule: to live like a human being.

What he had been doing for the first twenty years of his life became the most difficult direction to achieve tens of thousands of years later.

It has become the tone of his life to this day.

The fickle fate, in fact, the universe has given you the answer to climbing to the highest peak at the very beginning.

Tom couldn't read Zhang Qiyuan's expression, nor could he understand the meaning of his words. He didn't respond, but fell into long thought and silence.

It was not until almost the end of the meal that Tom vaguely realized something: "The human form is important?"

Seeing that Tom was still struggling, Zhang Qiyuan put down his knife and fork: "Humans are born with a Taoist body. I mean people without gender distinction, with yin and yang truly in harmony."

Tom ate without any appetite. He finished his steak and wiped his mouth: "Is that why the chairman likes to wear skirts?"

"Tsk, when skirts were first invented, they were not differentiated between men and women, and men wore them too. Don't be stereotyped." Zhang Qiyuan rolled his eyes, "And wearing a skirt can harmonize yin and yang?"

No one is allowed to wear pants from now on!

Remove the pants!!

There cannot be a pair of pants in this world!!

Then the whole world can ascend? ?

So funny.

Tom asked without hesitation: "How can we achieve harmony between yin and yang?"

Zhang Qiyuan said with a smile: "You will know once you become a real woman."

Tom was skeptical and felt that the chairman was making fun of him.

"Does it have to be like this?"

Zhang Qiyuan said seriously: "Of course, if you don't experience it yourself, how can you understand what Yin power is?"

Tom nodded: "Okay, I understand." All suggestions that seemed inappropriate were excluded.

However, Tom was curious, had the chairman experienced it himself?

Zhang Qiyuan understood Tom's micro-expression. He finished the red wine in his glass and said, "I've experienced more exciting projects." He was just being rude.

From being a human to not being a human, and then changing back to being a human.

Hey, just playing.

Therefore, for Zhang Qiyuan, when it comes to comparing the world's things, the difference is not that big.

As long as they can communicate and play, it doesn't matter whether it's a killer whale or gravel, it's all the same.

Tom didn't ask any more questions. He felt that even if he continued to ask, Zhang Qiyuan would not continue talking.

After eating and drinking, the two went down two floors and played billiard for a while, which is a very gentle exercise and is especially good for digestion.

In the room at night, Tom was full of questions and ideas. He suddenly felt that he was very naive before, as he just wanted to dominate Europe.

With a greater dream in mind, Tom fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps he really accepted the void of the brand. After he fell asleep, the brand flickered, and the figures of this world became illusory and real.

In his dream, he was wandering in the pitch-black void. In the midst of nothingness, there was only a black stone standing there like a boundary marker.

Zhang Qiyuan couldn't sleep. Axue, the big fluffy cushion, was not there. Ah Huan also went out hunting and helped Tom absorb some energy. He was very hungry now.

So, both pets went out to look for food.

Lying on the bed, counting stars out of boredom, Zhang Qiyuan suddenly felt a familiar energy fluctuation. He opened his eyes abruptly, and then a light golden thread extended through the wall.

Consciousness followed into Tom's empty dream.

Tom undulated with the void like a black seaweed.

Zhang Qiyuan floated around and found nothing here, just a void, except for a black stone with golden runes flowing inside. The base of the stone was golden.

I pulled the rune out and stroked it; it was quite long.

After tying the rune chain around Tom's waist, Zhang Qiyuan adjusted his vision and stood on the black stone. There was no gravity here, it was almost chaotic, and he pulled Tom over.

Then give Tom an acceleration.

Tom slid out in a flash.

Zhang Qiyuan watched Tom go away, then came back from behind him, accompanied by Tom’s screams of ah ah ah ah——

The silent void also adds some vitality.

So, that night, Zhang Qiyuan felt that he had done a good deed and made Tom find happiness.

And happy Tom had a nightmare all night.

He dreamed that he was tied to a stone and was spinning at high speed.

I felt dizzy and seemed to see the chairman, but he disappeared again soon...

Until the next day, when the sun rose, Tom woke up with a start. He covered his head, sat on the bed, and thought about life: "Why?"