Chapter 1011

Zhou Ze knows how sharp his fingernails are. In addition, the one yuan coin is not very hard.

Just, it's convenient to erase the words simply, just scratch them lightly, but it's very difficult to carve a flower on the coin surface with your fingernails.

However, in general, people with deep cleanliness are usually obsessive-compulsive to varying degrees.

Knowing that it doesn't mean much, but still can't control your hands.

So boss Zhou is still very serious about blind carving with his fingernails,

is a form in itself,

but this form should also be taken seriously.

After putting down the mobile phone,

Zhou Ze looked at the old man sitting on the sofa again,

the old man nodded to Zhou Ze, indicating that he was ready.

Boss Zhou also nodded, with a dignified expression, as if he was really making a choice of fate, as if the judge was facing a solemn trial.

"Hum!"

The coin bounced from Zhou Ze's hand,

flipped quickly in the air,

boss Zhou didn't reach for it,

let the coin fall on the tea table,

"buzz!!!"

The coin wandered around the coffee table for several times and finally came to peace.

Lao Zhang coughed and took the initiative to check the coin toss.

He bent down,

he lowered his head,

he opened his eyes wide,

he froze

There are no words on the coin, but it's insulting to Picasso to say it's a flower.

For a while,

principles, ethics, character, character and other factors began to collide in Lao Zhang's mind.

"Don't look, it's flowers."

The old man spoke first.

If Lao Zhang had thought about it, he took two steps back.

Also,

coin tossing is just a form. The result of coin tossing, whether it's the old man or his own boss, doesn't really care.

Zhou Ze smiled, crossed his fingers, and confiscated his nails, which reflected the penetrating luster.

"Then I'm sorry. "

Ordinary mountain bandits, crossing a tree on the road, cross their waist and shout, "I'm driving this road. If you want to think about this road, leave to buy road wealth.".

Boss Zhou thinks he's a little over the top. It's not a toll. Instead, he asks others to use it as fertilizer.

If Zhou Ze had been a few years ago, he would not have done so. When he occasionally looked up at the stars, he seemed to be able to touch his inner moral principles.

But now Zhou Ze has gone through hell twice. He has seen too many lives and deaths. Although he still insists on living the life of "ordinary people" that he likes, he has long been too lazy to care about things on the sidelines.

The old man shook his head helplessly,

his body,

since the position of the eyebrow center,

there was a crack,

and the crack was growing.

It's like a butcher in a vegetable market cutting off a piece of pork with a chisel. It's smooth and smooth.

The old man came out of his body, as if he had just taken off a human flesh coat.

Zhou Ze also stood up straight,

there is no reason to say that he only allowed to use others as fertilizer, but also forced them to crush and ferment himself happily and then bury himself in the fertilizer area.

The old man pointed his finger at his brow center, and the voice seemed a little sad

Boss Zhou nodded and indicated that he was listening carefully.

He can really understand this feeling, just like Li Xiucheng and his kind of watchdog worshipped "winning hook".

Even if you don't pay attention to the hook when you die, you may even run happily to prepare for the next collection;

even if you only dream occasionally all your life, vaguely sensing the existence of the hook, never communicating with each other;

but they are still proud, still proud, still proud;

always feel self He is the most precious treasure in the world. The man chosen by heaven is the most wonderful work in all ages.

In other words, what's the difference between

Xiannu and yinggou?

We are all dogs.

"Born people are the forerunners of immortals!"

The old man gave a low voice,

then there was a colorful luster in the brow center,

but the old man was still suffering and launched an attack, only to see the shadow under him began to expand at a terrifying speed, covering the whole living room in an instant.Seeing this, Lao Zhang subconsciously wants to step back, but when he sees Zhou Ze standing there, he hesitates for a moment and still stands beside him.

When he is in danger, he will abandon his comrades and run away alone. This kind of thing can't be done by Lao Zhang.

It's the old way. When I see it's about to be beaten up, I'll run faster than my own monkey. I'll go and buy you ice Broadway, boss

The shadow covers all around,

seems to be covered with a curtain,

the light and shadow around begin to twist and fold up, and there are snowflakes in some places.

There is really a sense of instant vision of the rural projection teams in the 1990s.

The old man was in pain, but he kept on. The seven colored light on the forehead should be the seal that the immortal set for the slaves a long time ago. This seal is very domineering, even though the fairy has no shadow now, but the seal has been forever.

Also, my family is always the most cruel to my family.

The old woman, who was bound at the feet of Zhou Ze and Lao Zhang, kept her eyes closed all the time. She completely closed her senses and didn't know what was going on outside.

"Since that day, immortality has become a taboo;

since that day, we have been abandoned;

since that day, our dignity has been completely lost;

but we have not forgotten for a moment, the magnificence and beauty of the sea of clouds and mountains in the past..."

Hearing this, Zhang, who was holding his fist in his left hand and preparing to take out his gun, looked at Zhou Ze with some doubts and asked:

"is this poetry recitation?"

Zhou Ze nodded and said, "read BGM to yourself."

Then,

boss Zhou shook his mobile phone,

said to the old man:

"why don't I choose a soundtrack for you?"

The old man paused for a while, mumbled his lips a few times, and asked with embarrassment:

"is it too much trouble?"

Zhou Ze shook his head and said: "poetry recitation competition must be matched with good music to be brilliant."

"Then it's hard for you."

"Well, you're welcome."

"Cough..."

The old man cleared his throat and continued:

"the sea of clouds collapses, the gate of heaven breaks and the immortals become illusory, but we firmly believe that one day

"I want to become an immortal and be happy. I want to change a myth and spread it in the wind. I really walk through every moment..."

“…………” old man.

Boss Zhou nodded at his own pleasure. He had forgotten the song. When he woke up and went downstairs a few days ago, he happened to see lawyer an watching "afterlife of journey to the west".

To be honest, boss Zhou has seen that TV play before. He likes it very much. It started the ghost animal style.

But in Liu Huan's "affectionate style" song, the old man just managed to create an atmosphere that was directly washed into slag.

The old man was angry, he didn't recite,

said directly:

"I'm just the first group of fairy slaves to wake up. At this time, you dare to go against the sky. In the future, you will pay for what you do today!"

Boss Zhou nodded. "Thank you for reminding me."

To be honest, the relationship between the two sides is still "harmonious", because Zhou Ze knows that unless Lao Dao suddenly runs back and takes out a piece of Rune paper to stick on the forehead of the old man,

otherwise the old man has no threat to himself at all.

Since we want to use others as fertilizer, we should take a form with them, so that our conscience can be better. In fact, we are still soft hearted and always like to be kind to others.

There was a color light in the old man's eyes,

all of a sudden,

in the black curtain,

showed a terrible collapse,

the sea of clouds was burning, the gate of heaven was collapsing, and thousands of rays of sunlight began to break up, as if entering the end of the end!

This kind of depression to the extreme of despair, enough to give the spirit of the moment to rout.

The old man is very smart, he didn't choose to do it directly, because he knew that there was no chance to do it purely by himself, so he planned to reproduce the horror scene of that year directly in the way of spiritual shock!

In that scene, even the immortals are wailing in despair, so how can ordinary people bear in this scene?

This is his way to press the bottom of the box. It's the only chance for him to gain a chance for life!

After all, at their level, not far away, how can they not hear what is said on the phone?

Lao Zhang immediately held his head, knelt on the ground, and began to howl, like a timid little sister, sitting alone in the streets of no one in the deeper half of the night to watch ghost movies.

Zhou Ze's body shape was also shaken. This feeling really killed countless streets in 3d4d5d.Crash,

crash,

crash!

There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth,

but soon,

his smile froze.

Don't say that Zhou Ze is still standing there, though shaking, he will not fall.

Even the middle-aged man, who was frightened to lie down at the beginning, got up slowly.

What the hell is going on!

Lao Zhang stood up, his eyes glistening with white light, and the majesty of the beast began to diffuse.

Law enforcers, law protectors, martyrs, only one law, indestructible!

If you want to destroy the inner heart of the Dharma beast with fantasy, you really despise the Dharma beast.

"You You Who are you! "

Asked the old man, almost in despair.

At this time,

in the picture,

a sword falls down,

split the gate of heaven and the sea of clouds in an instant, bringing the most terrible silence in the sky and the earth!

It is this sword that completely cut off the era of immortals;

it is this sword, since then, there are no immortals in the world!

Quiet,

Zhou Ze heard a sigh in his heart,

with a little nostalgia,

with a little sigh,

with a little sadness:

"Gong Sun Xuan Yuan... "

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