One Hundred Ways to Become a God

Because He and Xuanqi did not hide their meaning when they moved, after some investigation, Fu Chenhua easily knew his goal. "The new address."

Standing in front of the brand-new door, he hesitated for a long time, and his mind continued to cross the description of the aunt in the renting area that day, and he reached out and ringed the doorbell in a complicated mood.

... He really can't convince himself to associate the flamboyant words of "young people" with that one.

The age of that person must be traced back to the time when the world was born and ridiculous. It is no exaggeration to say that now the entire metaphysical community can not find a second person who is older than the ghost prisoner. Even the king of the king must be a little smaller than him.

The owner of the house was at home. After half a minute, the door was pulled from the inside.

Fu Chenhua looked up and looked at the eyes with the dark eyes of the man.

After seeing the man's dress, he had a blank in his mind, and there was a fear in his heart, and he couldn't help but step back.

The dress on the man completely overturned the impression left to him that day. The upper body was wearing a dark-colored V-neck shirt, revealing the collarbone and a small chest. A pair of straight long legs were wrapped in loose pants of the same color, and the hairstyle was messy. The whole person looks lazy and casual.

Even the slippers are still on the feet!

If it wasn't for him to know the true identity of this person early in the morning, I would probably feel the same feeling as the aunt...

The ghost prisoner looks like this, it looks more tender than his true young man!

The ghost prisoner who was being mad at him was very calm, and the indifferent eyes that did not contain the slightest feelings were swept over him. The thin lips were light, the voice was always cold, and there was a slight Intolerance: "Is there something?"

As the tail of these two words fell, the faint pressure permeated him, and he restrained a small area in front of him with great restraint, ensuring that no one in the building except Fu Chenhua Will be affected.

He is just pulling the youth to roll the sofa. The sofa selected by the object is really good, not only soft, but also has a small button on the side, the sofa back can be completely flat, and the two adult men are holding two rolls on top. not a problem.

Seeing that the preparation part has been fully completed, it only takes a few seconds to get into the topic. As a result, the young man is alarmed by the person’s upstairs and directly pushes him away. Even if his state is also on the verge of release, he will not live or die. Continue with him!

This makes him very unhappy.

Of course, the object is naturally right, the wrong one can only be the one who is not long-term to disturb them!

After feeling the cold pressure on the man, Fu Chenhua suddenly recovered from the surprise.

Although the ghost prisoner is wearing a young... today, his strength will not go backwards with the casualness of wearing, but only a slight faint pressure, he will be oppressed, air The invisible pressure falls on him like a lead block, and you must use all your strength to ensure that you are not bent back.

This silent confrontation, more precisely the man's unilateral oppression, did not know how long it lasted, and the clear inquiries came out of the house.

The pressure disappeared in an instant, and it was as unpredictable as when it came. Fu Chenhua’s body was too tight, and the center of gravity retreated a step backwards, and it barely stabilized his figure.

A slightly shorter figure poked his head out from behind the man.

It was a very delicate face, with a harmless appearance. It seemed to be just waking up, with a hint of laziness and intolerance on the face. When looking at him, his eyes were very indifferent.

In addition to his temperament, this person is almost exactly the same as the photo he got from Han Zikai.

Sure enough... this Korean son is indeed the one who held hands with him in front of him and the ghost prisoner.

Although he saw the man who opened the door for him, he had basically confirmed this in his heart, but when he really confirmed it, it was inevitable that he felt unbelievable.

It’s weird... Han Zi’s resume in the past 20 years is clear and white. How can it be seen as a normal human being, how can it be inexplicably turned into a relationship with the Yin Dynasty?

If you say that the only communication between them is full, it is the second time that his second uncle has come out.

But it’s only a few days since the incident happened. Even if it’s love at first sight, it’s not so fast. When the two people appeared together, they were very close, and they were between the two. That kind of gas field can only be achieved by a long time partner.

Is this person's past life and the director of the ghost prisoner involved, this world has developed so fast?

......

In just a few seconds, Fu Chenhua’s mind was packed with countless speculations. Between the electric and the Flint, I felt that I had seized a direction that seemed to be somewhat reliable.

However, the opposite person did not give him enough time to think. After the young man glanced at him, he politely invited him: "Please come in."

Although the youth's expression is very calm, Fu Chenhua can still feel keenly that when the youth looks at him, there is an indistinct alienation temperament between the eyebrows.

Presumably, this person is not as harmless as looking at the mountains.

Although He Wei issued an invitation, Fu Chenhua has now wisely realized that the other owner of this house is not welcoming to his straightforwardness, and naturally he dare not follow the bar.

He took a deep breath and settled his mind. He said quickly and quickly: "Don't bother you, Fu Mou is trying to plead guilty to the rash of the elders in the family, and has prepared a little for you. Please accept it."

Said, Fu Chenhua with a man's line of sight pressure, pulled out a long strip of red sandalwood box, hands passed.

He glanced at the small box and took the small box and politely said: "Polite."

Fu Chenhua quickly replied: "Should... then I will not bother?"

The man decisively said: "Slow down."

After that, the door was closed unrelentingly in front of his eyes, and a loud bang was heard.

Fu Chenhua: "..."

He didn't dare to delay in a moment, and walked straight out of the unit building, only to take a breath, and took a paper towel from his pocket to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead.

I don't know if it is his illusion. I always feel that the two people are not very much to see themselves today...

Originally, I wanted to apologize as sincerely as possible, but when I stood in front of the two people, he had a strong sense of foreboding: the effect of going on again would probably be counterproductive.

In the end, I had to follow the intuitive guidelines and ended the conversation in a concise manner.

I hope that Han Ziyi can feel the sincerity of paying their home through this short conversation...

Fu Chenhua sighed heavily and walked out of the cell door. He went to the black car waiting at the entrance of the community and was quickly driven in the direction of paying the old house.

When I got home, I was greeted by a happy father: "Chen Hua!"

Fu Chenhua looked awkward and quickly asked: "Tian Chensuo found it?"

Today, when he went to give a apology to the door, the family had already started the formation, and used the blood obtained by Fu Chenhua in Fu Shanming to make a final calculation for the position of Tianchen Shuttle.

This is only a few drops of blood, and if there is no result this time, then they will probably lose the instrument of Tian Chensuo, which is related to the family lifeline.

The family paid a little nod: "Yes! The front foot is just over, you are back..."

He said that he paused, and there was a strange color on his face: "It’s strange to say it. This time, the situation in front of it, this time it should be impossible to produce results, but at the end, I don’t know what the reason is. I also pointed out the exact position. I must have pity that I will pay for it!"

Regarding the whereabouts of Tian Chensuo, the family had been counted several times before. Except for the first time, it was calculated that there was a trace in the dilapidated rental house where Hanzi lived, and there was no result in the back.

Listening to the father's narrative, this time the calculation was originally disappointing as before, but at the last minute, it gave a clear direction inexplicably!

It is too coincidental at this point in time.

Since the time of the end of the calculation is almost the same as the time when he returned to the old house, then the end of the calculation should be the time when he came home by car, and it was not long after he apologized to Han Zikai...

This kind of coincidence in time makes Fu Chenhua unable to care.

Could it be that Tian Chensuo fell into the hands of the two, and after he was satisfied with his apology, he raised his hand and gave it back to them?

However, he only changed his mind and spoke out the speculation that he was vague.

His father...has not known about the things of Han Zikai and the Ghost Prison Secretary, and he does not intend to disclose this to his father.

It is not a good thing to know too much about the hidden things of the upper-level people. It is already a lot of disasters to pay for the family, and it is better to be a low-key person.

While the family leader was immersed in the joy of the family's treasures, he did not notice the slight fluctuations in his face.

After sharing this great good news with the only son, the family leader has to pay attention to the task he just did: "What is the attitude of the Korean son? Can I accept the payment?"

Fu Chenhua always showed a light and gentle smile, and lie to his father, who has always been respectful: "Of course, he is also a reasonable person."

Although the fact is that you have been invisible for a visit, these processes are not important, as long as the results are good.

The family leader nodded with satisfaction and nodded praise to him: "I know that you will not let me down. Today, I and several elders will set off to find Tianchen Shuttle. You are not in good health recently. You don't have to go with it. When you are tired and tired, you will sit in the middle of the family, in case the people who have a bad mind are at home."

This is a very easy job, and the family has a large number of guards in the whole metaphysical world. Even if you look down on it now, there are very few people who are mad at the home of the house. It’s no problem.

Fu Chenhua nodded in obedience. "Please be careful on your father's road."

Inside the apartment.

The back of the pale yellow sofa was flattened and became a spacious bed. He put his head on the man's arm, closed his eyes and calmed his breath. After a long time, he lazyly licked his eyelids.

There were a few navel oranges on the coffee table. His eyes fell on it, flickered slightly, and quickly frowned.

The man’s gaze followed him on the top of the circle, bowed his head and kissed his sweaty nose, and said diligently: “Eat one?”

He looked at his eyes and said indifferently: "... Eat it yourself."

I don't understand why the object will change face without warning: "..."

The man stared at the round yellow and clear navel orange on the table, his eyes sinking.

Maybe just in that position, still tired of the youth...

The author has something to say: Fu Da Shao: ... intuition saves me a dog

Daxie: ... look at this idiot is still interesting

Navel orange: Do not eat me o (*////▽////*)q

Daxie: Innocent.jpg