Heaven's Last Big Boss

When he came back to his senses, Zhou Zheng finally thought of a suitable word.

The godfather of online dating.

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Strange, where did Lord Nezha go?

In the evening, Zhou Zheng and Xiaoyue were walking on the street, looking forward to everywhere.

Xiaoyue mobilized a special investigation team all over the city. Although a large number of elite forces were mobilized because of the construction demon, but with the "convenient weapon" of the surveillance network, as long as Nezha didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, it should not be difficult to find them.

Is it necessary for Nezha to hide his whereabouts?

Even if the Blue Star Immortal was tied up, he couldn't beat him alone.

"Could it be that this adult is looking for a place to play because he sees the fun here?" Xiaoyue murmured, "Why don't we stop looking and wait for the adult to come by himself."

Zhou Zheng felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He said: "The instructor will send someone to look for the game hall. I will go to the library."

"It's fine," Xiaoyue barked twice, "There are good and bad Blue Star cultures, so don't pollute this simple-minded adult."

Simple minded, so you deliberately punish them as soon as you show up?

Zhou Zheng laughed dumbfounded, bought some condolences, and rushed to the nearby library.

When he saw Taoist Qianshan again, the Taoist seemed to have changed his appearance.

Her hair, which was originally dirty and knotted, became soft and black at this moment, and was simply tied behind her head. She was wearing a blue security hat on her head.

Wearing a security uniform, he stood upright at the entrance and exit of the library. His sharp-edged, wrinkled face exuded the charm of a mature man.

Just happened to be two young girls passing by, took two photos of the new security guard with their mobile phones, and then ran away with their heads down and grinning.

Seeing Zhou Zheng, Taoist Qianshan showed a somewhat complicated smile.

The most part of this smile is bitterness, mixed with a little helplessness, depression, sorrow, pain, and asking for help.

Zhou Zheng sniffed the tip of his nose...it was the fragrance of cheap shower gel.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zheng asked in a low voice.

Mr. Hei Xiong who was reading in the security booth smiled without saying a word, put down the "Universe in a Nutshell" in his hand, opened the door and walked out.

The Taoist who moved the mountain looked up at the sky, with a tear passing by the corner of his eye.

"How can you do it without taking a bath?" Mr. Black Bear said warmly, "If you can't even clean the dirt on your body, how can you wash off the dirt in your heart?"

Zhou Zheng asked weakly: "So..."

"He imprisoned the soul of Pindao and threw Pindao into the sea," the Taoist who moved the mountain sighed softly, his eyes lost focus, "Pindao swam back."

Mr. Hei Xiong squinted and smiled, and winked at Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng put the condolences - a bag of bear biscuits into the hands of Taoist Qianshan, and said with a smile: "It seems that these costs can be overcome, and the Taoist chief is here?"

"No," Hei Xiong Jing laughed, "the Futian League has allocated a lot of funds, but it is not necessary to earn two cents of salary. After all, the monk is not a villain."

"Brother Xiong, I have something to ask."

Zhou Zheng bowed his hands to Hei Xiong Jing, and briefly talked about Nezha's visit, and wanted to ask Hei Xiong Jing to help find Nezha's whereabouts.

The black bear spirit thought for a while, then closed his eyes and focused, probably searching the whole city.

The Taoist who moved the mountain ate a piece of biscuit, thought for a while, and pulled Zhou Zheng aside, and said in a low voice: "Friend Daoist, the matter between you and Fairy Baihua...is it true?"

Zhou Zheng's face was full of innocence: "What's the matter?"

"Previous love."

"Probably true," Zhou Zheng said with a wry smile, "Why are fellow daoists starting to gossip?"

"It's not gossip," the Taoist who moved the mountain habitually put his hands in his cuffs and muttered, "Aside from other things, how do you want to deal with the relationship with Xiaoyan'er?"

Zhou Zheng: ...

"Little Yan'er is usually not very social, but I have watched her grow up anyway."

The Taoist who moved the mountain muttered:

"You also know that to be included in the fragments of the Tao must be people without the Tao. Without a strong will and firm belief, it is impossible to succeed. Little Yan'er was supported by a single idea at that time."

"What do you mean?"

"So that you and her will not be bullied."

The Taoist who moved the mountain muttered:

"It doesn't sound grand enough, but that's the belief she projected at the time, so clear.

"As a matter of course, the price she paid after obtaining the fragments of the Dao is to be trapped in the fetters of you.

"You are the lord of the catastrophe, and you will definitely be an upright person in the future. My childhood sweetheart, who I have depended on since childhood, shouldn't I just abandon it?"

Zhou Zheng's forehead was covered with black lines, and he said in a low voice, "I have always regarded Sister Yan'er as my own sister."

Taoist Qianshan laughed, and bumped Zhou Zheng with his elbow: "Isn't that more exciting?"

Zhou Zheng turned his head to look at the black bear spirit who had opened his eyes, and said in a low voice, "God monk, he spoke yellow accents in front of you."

"Ok?"

Black Bear Spirit's eyes flickered: "Lorja God's Palm."

A big handprint was pushed out horizontally, and the figure of the Taoist who moved the mountain disappeared in a flash, and appeared directly in the blue sea thousands of miles away, and was sealed up by the way.

Pedestrians near the library did not notice anything unusual.

"Amitabha," Hei Xiong Jing performed the Buddha's salute with both hands, "It's so good, water benefits all things without fighting, may the boundless sea water wash away the filth in the hearts of fellow Taoists who move mountains."

Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows, and smiled at the black bear spirit.

"The little monk has found the aura of Marshal Nezha, and he has not hidden his whereabouts, but he is far away from here."

"Where did he go?"

"Here, the little monk will take you there."

The second time Zhou Zheng saw Nezha was in a certain apartment in a small city in the southeast.

Nezha sat cross-legged on the dining table, folded his arms, and stared angrily at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him who smelled of alcohol, and beside him was a mother and daughter hugging each other.

At this moment, the man burst into tears, and the mother and daughter were also terrified.

This young man suddenly appeared in their room, his figure suspended on the ground, dressed like a character from a TV series, with a red ribbon floating behind his back, which really scared them.

A little ripple on the clean wall behind the bedroom door.

Black Bear Spirit led Zhou Zheng out, and the two looked outside at the same time, but Nezha gave him a glare.

The black bear smiled and performed a Buddha ceremony.

Zhou Zheng smiled dryly and cupped his hands.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Hei Xiong was in place in one step. He thought he would appear outside the door, knock on the door, and organize his speech.

Nezha bowed his hands to Hei Xiongjing, then pursed his lower lip and blew his bangs on his forehead, and looked at Zhou Zheng with his arms folded.

"Are you looking for me?"

"I'm a little worried that the Great God won't adapt to the environment here," Zhou Zheng squinted and smiled, "What's the matter?"

"Small things have nothing to do with you."

Nezha continued to look at the mother and daughter.

"Fight or not?"

Their bodies trembled a few times at the same time.

Zhou Zheng glanced across the room, and saw the tipped wine bottle on the table, the cracked scratches beside the table, and the striped bruises on the girl's arms.

"What are you afraid of?" Nezha scolded, "If he beats you, don't you know how to resist? Isn't it great that he is your father?"

The girl, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, bit her lips tightly, broke away from her mother's arm, took a deep breath, and rushed to the man, clenched her fist... and lightly hit the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

The man buried his head a little lower, and there was only horror in his eyes.

He didn't even know why he was kneeling all the time, his body was out of control at all.

Nezha frowned and said, "Use some strength!"

The girl's body trembled slightly, but a bit of hatred appeared in her eyes, and she kicked the middle-aged man's arm.

She couldn't stand and nearly fell.

Nezha snorted softly, jumped up from the dining table, and floated in front of the man:

"Remember, if you get drunk again, I will kick you."

A mark fell into the man's eyes, and the latter nodded suddenly, then his body collapsed and fell to the ground, gasping for breath as if he had just been fished out of the sea.

Nezha floated past the girl and went to meet Zhou Zheng, muttering, "It's really useless, eat more meat, it won't work at all."

The girl wiped her eyes with her hand, and whispered hoarsely, "Thank you..."

Nezha folded his arms and looked at Zhou Zheng a few times.

"Let's go, let's introduce ourselves in another place."

"Master, wait a moment, I'll do some business."

Zhou Zheng raised his hand and pointed a finger, and the family of three immediately yawned and each found a place to lie down and fall asleep.

Afterwards, Zhou Zheng took out his mobile phone and contacted the special investigation team guarding the small town, asking them to come over to deal with the follow-up matters.

"Isn't this superfluous?" Nezha asked from the side.

Zhou Zheng thought for a while, nodded and said, "This is superfluous, but this is also the rule established by the Futian League."

"I don't care about you," Nezha waved his hand, "I'm going to visit the mortal world here, see you later."

"Hey, God, leave a contact information!"

"I'll show up if you're in trouble."

Nezha said so, but when his figure disappeared into the wall, he still threw a jade talisman over.

A piece of lotus root is painted on the jade talisman, which is very unique.

1 Twenty Chapters of Li Jing's Diary

'I'll show up if you're in trouble. '

The God of the Three Altars Haihui is quite chic.

In the landscape painting, Zhou Zheng played with the jade talisman in his hand, not concealing his yearning at all.

He is longing for Nezha's strength.

When one's own strength is strong enough, even a person in power like Emperor Ziwei will be flexible enough to order Nezha. This is respect for masters.

Isn't that the nature of the world?

The weak yearn for the strong, so monks keep practicing; the poor look forward to being rich, so people keep chasing profit.

It's just to make myself live better, to not be defeated in one blow and to have the strength to protect myself when dealing with the twists and turns and challenges of life.

Of course, if you pursue these too much, you will inevitably fall into the trap of ambition and become a slave to desire.

Zhou Zheng suddenly felt that if he read a few philosophy books, it might benefit his practice.

He smiled, kept this matter in mind, put the jade talisman into his wristband, slowly pushed his hands forward, rotating his fingertips with wisps of spiritual energy, and then put his thumbs on the pulp of his middle finger, and rested his hands on his knees On the ground, breathing gradually slowed down, eyes closed and fell into the sky.

Everything is silent, and the mind is unified.

There seemed to be a giant tree appearing behind Zhou Zheng, its branches and leaves swayed slightly, as if it had an evergreen appearance.

The same floor corner of this pagoda.

Xiao Sheng stretched his waist, leaned against the cracked wall, and stared at the trees behind Zhou Zheng.

He already felt great pressure now.

Although he had re-educated more than 20 or [-] years in advance, the squad leader's breakthrough speed was too fast; what's more, if Xiao Sheng didn't take the initiative to ask, he wouldn't be able to see what level the squad leader was in the Returning Ruins Realm!