The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 Destiny is a **** thing, with three points of malice and seven points of joking. I was caught off guard and let me wait for mortals to see what it means to be impermanent.

　　 No, some people look for life and death all day long, but they live as long as a thousand-year-old king.

　　 Some people try their best to live, but they are about to die soon.

　　 Gu Zheng unfortunately belongs to the latter.

　　 He has been squatting in the small square courtyard that took years of calculations for a long time.

　　 looked up, the patio surrounded by the blue tiles that was most suitable for riding the draught noodles in summer, had already flew three batches of homing pigeons, inspired by the pigeon whistle next door.

　　 When the object that was once again suspected of pigeon feces passed through the exquisite patio and fell on the most suitable threshold, Gu Zheng finally confirmed one thing.

　　 The man who sold this yard at the beginning lied to him. It is not a place where you can eat miso and chew cucumbers.

　　 And it was this discovery that made Gu Zheng make up his mind. His face was no longer confused as he was just now, but with a rare excitement, he picked up the red brick under the corner of the threshold.

　　 This is an ordinary red brick. When Gu Zheng picked it up in the most skillful posture, the two seemed to merge into one. It's as if he has taken it many times before and feels no peace. Even the back of this red brick has already climbed a layer of green moss.

　　 "Old man, I haven't let you play for a long time. I thought we would be separated for the rest of our life. I will be my second landlord properly, and you will fulfill your destiny as a stepping stone on a rainy day."

　　 "It's a pity, good luck makes people, today is a day for you and me to create another glorious day."

　　 After talking to himself, Gu Zheng's footsteps were a little brisk, like a gust of wind, passing through this small second-entry courtyard, and finally stopped in front of a half-old wooden door.

　　 "Squeaky"

　　 The slightly hidden door opened in response, and the afternoon sun spilled in with the opening of the door panel, making the dust that rushed up seemed to bring a golden light.

　　 The furnishings in the room slowly unfolded in front of Gu Zheng, more and more, until he saw the person he wanted to see.

　　 No, or something inhuman.

　　 "Have you come back, have you considered it clearly?" The words in the room are clearly human voices, and the outline of the light and shadow reflects every detail, which makes it obvious that this inhuman feeling may be Gu Zheng's illusion.

　　 And if there is a third person in the current arena, after seeing the person's true face, he will agree with Gu Zheng's judgment. This is definitely not a person.

Because of this object that has turned the whole body, at this time, he is wearing a square-centered round-necked purple robe, a goldfish ribbon bag hanging on his waist, a right-angled head, a lacquered gauze cover, and black soap boots. What he wears is solemn and solemn. .

　　 looked over and looked like a basic appearance with the Lord Yama on the stage.

　　 Of course, there are so many people who like fancy dresses these days.

　　 But if you take a closer look at that person's smiling face, you will understand everything next.

　　 Gu Zheng became angry when he saw this person, and he naturally answered very politely: ‘Consider a P, with a face of Deng Chao, I have to pretend to be the King Yan of TM! It’s my sin to allow you to exist on this earth for one more second. If the tiger doesn’t show off its might, you treat me as a sick cat!’

　　 After hearing this, why don’t you understand?

This monster is still some kind of non-human, and the knowledge of Chinese classical culture is really lacking. It speciously equates Bao Qingtian with Yan Wangye. Of course, the last Bao Zheng in folklore, Bao Qingtian, may really go after his death. Served in the underworld.

　　 But you TM want to pretend to be Lord Yan, you have turned that face into a golden appearance! The acceptance of Bao Qingtian of the Seven Heroes and Five Righteousnesses is much higher, okay!

　　 You are holding the crescent-sticky face of Deng Chao in Bao Qingtian, a charcoal boy, I think you went to find it!

　　 Putting someone on the body is to beat them first, and then to beat them to a mental illness is a legitimate defense.

'Hey! Are you crazy! Are you going to die! You know, you are dead soon! Your life is only three days! Three days! ’

　　 After hearing the other party's roar, Gu Zheng remained unmoved, his hands and feet kept moving, regardless of whether the words in his mouth were true or not.

The perfect collision between Ban'er Brick and the opposing side did not produce the pleasing sound of bone cracks as Gu Zheng imagined. On the contrary, it is like he usually hits the sandbag with boxing gloves. The muffled sound, like the texture of a hammer on pigskin, was muffled and not crisp.

　　 Everything that followed was a normal response of the human body, and the other party did not show the slightest, no blood splattered, no hyperemia of the subcutaneous tissue, and even no self-protection of a normal person. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　The more this happened, the less Gu Zheng's hand dared to let go and stop.

　　 On the contrary, he added three points of strength, and smashed his head like a hoe!

　　 Suddenly I only have a lifespan of three days. Maybe it was caused by this thing under his hand. If I beat it back to its original form, would the lost lives come back by myself?

　　 I really think too much, this is urban writing, it's really not fantasy.

　　‘Boom boom boom...’

Regardless of skill or strength, as a person who often engages in street framing, Gu Zheng’s technique can be regarded as a textbook template, and it is precisely because of this unstoppable vigor that will make Gu Zheng the next moment. Suddenly, his subordinates are loose.

　　 The thing that was pressed by him, and there was no resistance to it, dissipated, turned into a little golden light, and floated in the midair of this small study room.

Gu Zheng, who was half squatting on the ground, still held a slab in one hand and a relaxed and ready-to-go posture, staring at the little golden lights in front of him, converging from the scattered air, these insubstantial golden lights, as if He was also afraid of that brick, and only after it drifted to a distance of half a meter in front of Gu Zheng did he merge into one.

　　 When the last of these golden spots were gathered, even if the sunlight in the room was full, Gu Zheng at this time felt a golden light.

　　 The dazzling light flickered for a short time, as if a short breath, after Gu Zheng's reflexive blink, he finally realized that there really is a Western scene in this world that he has never seen.

　　 A full-body golden book, floating in the air erratic, staring at him squatting on the ground, as if he were the most affectionate lover in the world, staring at each other.