After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Zhang Yan's bed is a single bed, only 1.2 meters wide, and he can usually roll out of bed when he rolls in his sleep.Two men nearly 1.9 meters tall lay side by side on it, unable to move at all.

Chest to chest and leg to leg, the two of them are just at the age of youth, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes before they wiped out their guns and went off?

Zhang Yan seemed to hear He Lanjue's wishful thinking crackling, and resolutely rejected his request: "No, I'm not in the habit of sleeping with others."

"Even me?"

"no!"

The two stared at each other.After staring at each other for half a minute, Zhang Yan was the first to be defeated, and got up resignedly holding the blanket: "Then I'll go to sleep on the sofa."

Unexpectedly, He Lanjue pressed his shoulders and looked at him with dark and quiet eyes: "Let me go."

He got up from the bed silently, and climbed onto the sofa with the blanket in his arms.

Seeing his drooping eyelashes, Zhang Yan felt guilty for no reason.

Wait, what is he guilty of?This is his bed, his sofa, his apartment!The one who should feel guilty should be He Lanjue!Zhang Yan ruthlessly turned off the bedside lamp.

He closed his eyes, and a chaotic dream soon struck.

The sky in the dream was boundless blood red, a man with black hair and red pupils stood in the blood red, showing him a palpitating smile from a distance.

He raised a strange black long sword, the sword was surrounded by an ominous red light, the blood-like viscous liquid slipped drop by drop from the blade, and landed on the ground very lightly, like a sudden drop. The feathers are extremely heavy, like a shower hitting the ear.

He desperately ran towards that man, trying to see the man's true appearance, but the man's face was always blurred, only his blood-red eyes, which covered all the terrifying mountains of bloody corpses, were so vivid. Terrible, as if engraved in his soul.

Zhang Yan was awakened by the dream, opened his eyes profusely in sweat, stared at the void for a long time, and then recovered from the dream.His sleep quality has always been good, and he has never had such a strange and terrifying dream.

Could it be that I read too many online novels?

It was already a little bright, and the faint skylight shone in from the window beside the bed, everything in the room was shrouded in hazy gray and white.

He turned his head to look at He Lanjue who was sleeping on the sofa. The sofa was not long enough, and the young man curled up slightly, sleeping soundly while lying on his side, breathing long and quietly.

Fortunately, he has no habit of snoring.Zhang Yan thought happily, and fell asleep again in a daze, and didn't wake up until after 9 o'clock.

Lazy sleep completely healed the bad mood caused by the nightmare, Zhang Yan stretched himself refreshedly, jumped off the bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and just after he walked out of the bathroom, He Lanjue had already returned with a hot breakfast.

At first, Zhang Yan thought that He Lanjue, a master of comprehension who could turn a stone into gold and fly a wooden sword into the sky, would not be able to bear the life of ordinary people.

But now it seems that he is quite well adapted to this different dimension, and the loss of ability doesn't seem to affect him at all, and he hasn't leaked any depression in the past two days.

He imitated what Zhang Yan did yesterday, taking the steamed stuffed bun and sesame seed cakes out of the bag and putting them on the plate. He divided the packed porridge into two bowls, poured the soybean milk into a cup, and handed it to Zhang Yan.

The last time someone waited on him like this was when he was at home three years ago. Later, he was busy with work and rarely went home.

"Thank you." Zhang Yan took it and took a sip. The soy milk was fragrant and the temperature was just right.

Zhang Yan looked at He Lanjue's busy work, thinking to himself that a celebrity idol is also very competent as a young wife, so he quickly asked him to sit down and eat together.

He took a vegetable bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in two or three mouthfuls. He Lanjue still ate slowly, quietly and elegantly when eating, like a young master from a wealthy family in ancient times.

Maybe he really came from a young master?He became curious about the world He Lanjue lived in, and couldn't help asking: "Hey, He Lanjue, do you have buns?"

After finishing the porridge in front of him, He Lanjue raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yan, then nodded, "Yes, but they are not called buns, they are called steamed buns, but the soup buns here are called buns."

Zhang Yan thought for a while, and asked again: "Does your place look like ancient China? Everyone wears Hanfu on the streets?"

He Lanjue pressed down the chopsticks, stopped eating, and answered patiently: "It is very similar, but the clothes are much simpler, and the diet is also the same. There are not so many tricks, and people who are cultivators don't care much about things outside of them."

Zhang Yan asked again: "Is everyone in your place practicing cultivation? Are they all flying in the sky?" He couldn't help imagining the scene of a group of people whizzing by in the sky. It seems that air control is also needed in this world.

The corner of He Lanjue's mouth showed a slight arc: "Cultivation is all about talent and chance, most of us are mortals, and those who can enter the path of cultivation are only one in a hundred, even if they are talented, it is extremely difficult to achieve. "

When it comes to his own world, He Lanjue even speaks politely.

Zhang Yan pointed at himself with glowing eyes: "Then tell me, can someone like me cultivate truth?" He had a second stroke, and he seemed to see a shortcut to immortality and world domination in He Lanjue's description .

He Lanjue said: "In your previous life, you were very talented, and your comprehension was good. You have already achieved a small achievement at the age of two hundred, but in this time and space, the aura is thin, so even if you have talent, it's useless."

"That's it—" Zhang Yan was disappointed.On second thought, is it possible to achieve success at the age of two hundred?Why does He Lanjue still have an admiring tone of his youth and promise?

He Lanjue added another sentence: "However, if you can learn the mental method from me, cultivate the essence and build the foundation, it is still possible to strengthen the body."

"Okay." Zhang Yan said enthusiastically, with martial arts in hand, I have the world, how can I refuse such a good thing. "Why don't you teach me today?" It was almost impossible to say that the master asked the disciples to pay homage.

"Not today."

"What?"

"You have to report to the company today."

yes!Zhang Yan slapped his head. Today is his first day at work, and he still has to go to the company to receive training for new assistants: "Why didn't you call me?"

He Lanjue's expression became unnatural: "I see you slept soundly, so..."

Facing this uncle, Zhang Yan had lost his temper a long time ago, and it would be better to count on himself than to count on him.

As soon as he turned on the phone, there was a series of missed calls again.

Well, I'm late on the first day, this is the end.

"Come with me." He Lanjue got up and put the used bowls, chopsticks and cups into the sink, and washed them casually: "I have already agreed with the driver that he will pick us up at 10 o'clock."

They're late, it doesn't matter how long.Zhang Yan simply broke the jar and said, "All right."

The low-key black Hyundai waited downstairs early. The road here is very narrow, and I don't know how the driver drove in.

When they all got into the car, the master looked at the rearview mirror and reversed the car skillfully. The car backed out of the small alley gracefully, drove out of the village in the city, and headed for the city center.

The headquarters of Star Entertainment, to which Fang Qian belongs, is a 47-story building located in the east of the CBD.

The two got out of the car and walked into the building, but Zhang Yan was stopped by the security guard outside the gate.And he has neither a work permit nor a door card, so he can only wink at He Lanjue crazily.

He Lanjue was also meaningful: "He is my new assistant, it doesn't matter if you let him in."

Only then did the security guard loosen his mouth: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, this is also our responsibility. Let this gentleman sign it?" Usually, entertainment companies have strict entrance guards to prevent certain people from entering and leaving.

Zhang Yan signed his name obediently, and Zhao Ling just came after signing.

He Lanjue wanted to discuss work matters with Zhen Wen, so he went to Zhen Wen's office first.Zhao Ling took Zhang Yan to report to the personnel department.

The landscape elevator gradually rises, and the scenery on the ground outside the glass gradually becomes distant.

Zhao Ling took this time to talk to him about work: "Originally, you should sign the contract and get to know our team before going to the training class, but you came late today, so we will first sign the contract." Sign it, then go directly to class, and meet with everyone in the afternoon, and you will work together for the next three months."

His position is a temporary assistant, but Zhen Wen also told him before that his role is more like Zhao Ling's executor. Zhao Ling will control many work arrangements at home, and he is responsible for the execution part, which also makes him relax. Take a deep breath, if he is really asked to be a work assistant, then Fang Qian's stardom is probably over.

"Well, I see. Thank you, Sister Zhao." While thanking Zhao Ling, Zhang Yan thought about what happened on Weibo yesterday, and asked, "Sister Zhao, what happened to Weibo last night? Why did someone come out all of a sudden? Explode Fang Qian's scandal?"

Zhao Ling frowned: "The entertainment industry is so small. If one person goes up, he just takes up other people's space. He wants to step Fang Qian down, and then let his own person take over. There are too many people. crushed."

"Eh? So Mu Xi might be behind the scenes?" Zhang Yan blurted out.

Zhao Ling glanced at the direction of the elevator monitoring and said, "You can't draw conclusions casually. When you meet with the person in charge of corporate publicity in the afternoon, let him teach you more."

As soon as the voice fell, the 23rd floor arrived.Zhang Yan followed Zhao Ling into the personnel department and showed Zhang Yan his contract.Zhang Yan looked through it, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, signed his name, received his work permit and key card, and followed Zhao Ling to the training classroom on the 28th floor.

Classes have already started inside, Zhang Yan opened the door bravely, and saw a mahogany conference table about three meters long in the center of the room, a man who looked a little girly, in his early 30s, was standing near the conference table near the door At one end, there is a teaching whiteboard next to it, with two big words "confidentiality" written on it.

The circle around the conference table was all girls in their early 20s, all of them were pretty, and they were all attentively listening to the teacher's lecture.

As soon as he opened the door, more than a dozen pairs of eyes, including the teacher, all looked at him.