Tang Zui watched the news, especially the "80 million", which made him very red, and when he thought of his bragging, his eyes were even more red to the point of pain: buddy is also a person who has experienced crossing, and it stands to reason that he should be able to become a very powerful fierce man, but now that he has traveled to this world for a month, how can he still be a salted fish?

After thinking about it, Tang Zui finally found a reason for himself that was not a reason: because he had no way to realize his dream.

Although he has such an opportunity, it is obvious that this opportunity is useless, because his mother loves him to the point that there is nothing to add.

You're bored at home, okay, mom will take you for a walk;

You're bored at home, okay, you play with the computer in your room;

You want to go out and find a job, hehe, stay in bed.

Therefore, Tang Zui was very helpless.

"Hey! Never mind! Tang Zui looked at the news about Zhang Mengqi on the computer, and reluctantly shifted his eyes from the "80 million" to other places.

But even if it was transferred, the stack of hundred-dollar bills still lingered in his mind, red and heavy, holding it in his hand, that kind of feeling, tsk tsk seems to be really good!

Especially when Tang Zui thought that if he had 80 million, he could improve the family environment, and his heart was even more impatient, like a cat's paw scratching him, hungry and thirsty!

"Eighty million, eighty million, Nima, it's okay to give Lao Tzu eighty thousand!" Lying on the bed, Tang Zui rolled the sheets back and forth, thinking hungrily in his heart.

Thinking that he is drunk, he has been a human being in two lives, when has he been tossed to such a point by money?

Tang drunk in his previous life, although he had no money, he ran a trick in the crew, playing dozens of dead people a day, and he could ensure that he did not have to worry about food and clothing, and he was also full of food alone, and the whole family was not hungry, which was like now?

Tang Zui in this life, he has lived a worry-free life since he was a child, although he is not a rich second generation, but when did the banknotes in his pocket fall below three hundred and five hundred? What is it like now?

What's wrong with me, you ask?

It's really not a drop now, just this accommodation, dark and damp, and the space is unusually small, although it is said to be two bedrooms and one living room, but the area of two bedrooms and one living room is only about fifty square meters together, if Tang is drunk alone, he will not feel bitter, because in his previous life, he even lived in the bridge cave, naturally he will not care about this kind of life, but the situation is not him alone, there are also his parents in it!

Let his parents suffer with him, this is the biggest unwillingness in Tang Zui's heart!

"No! I want to make money! Tang Zui sat up from the bed suddenly, looked at the wall skin that had fallen off in front of him, and said secretly.

"But what should I do?" After Tang Zui sat up and made a big vow, he immediately coaxed, yes, what did he do!

I can't even go out of my home, what a lot of money!

The more Tang Zui thought about it, the more anxious he became, he thought of the huge debt of nearly 200,000 yuan owed by his family, thought of his father's 9-to-5 work every day just to get a salary of more than 2,000 yuan per month, thought of his mother's embroidery every day and night just for those hundreds of yuan, and then thought of his dignified old man of one meter and seven or six heads, but he couldn't help reduce any burden on the family, Tang Zui suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness!

The more Tang Zui thought about it, the more he felt powerless, the more he thought about it, the more sad and angry he felt, he unconsciously clenched his fists tightly, he wanted to vent, really, because he really regarded Tang Rushan and his wife as his biological parents, because he felt that if he hadn't had this illness, his parents would at least not have become so hard.

He hates!

He hates himself!

But now he can't do anything!

can only use the most extreme way for men to vent the grief and anger in their hearts!

Clench your fists, clench your teeth, and carry it to death!

At this moment, Tang Zui's heart only had powerlessness and grief, and he completely forgot the strange ring he wore on his finger.

At this time, because his fist was clenched, the flame of the carving, which was as sharp as a needle, suddenly pierced his skin, and the blood, drop by drop, slowly flowed into the ring

Five minutes later.

Tang Zui, who had gradually calmed down from the extreme grief and indignation just now, took a deep breath and began to force himself to calm down, but just as he was pranayama, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Hiccup!"

It's a female voice.

"Who!"

Tang drunk subconsciously shouted out, fortunately, Qin Xiulian was washing the dishes at this moment and didn't hear it, otherwise it would cause a series of turmoil.

"Boss, don't look for it, I'm in your hands, don't get excited!"

After Tang Zui shouted out, a paragraph suddenly appeared in Tang Zui's mind.

After Tang Zui "heard" the voice, he just wanted to scold and be excited? Lao Tzu Nima is almost scared to death, there is a yarn of excitement?

However, although Tang Zui scolded in his heart, he was not as shocked as he was at the beginning, at least this time he did not subconsciously shout.

"Boss, let me introduce myself first, I am the spirit of the Ring of Fire, and I am in the ring on your hand."

When Tang Zui calmed down, the voice of a milky girl doll came to his mind again.

"What's that?" Tang asked drunken and courageous.

"Spirit of the Ring of Fire, understood?" The female voice continued to reach Tang Zui's mind, "Boss, you don't have to speak, you just need to communicate with me in your heart, I can feel it." ”

Don was drunk.

It's really blind.

What's going on?

The spirit of the Ring of Fire, I'm the next O! Could it be that Yao Lao in "Breaking the Sky" also joined the crossing army like himself?

Tang Zui really doesn't know what to say, is this a novel? I've crossed over, and I really have a golden finger!

The Ring of Fire, the ring of fire, this Flame of Fire!

Passing on the torch!

Tang Zui suddenly felt his scalp tingle!

Tang Zui suddenly thought of a saying, world culture, passed down from generation to generation, is it a fizzle!

"What, buddy, why do you call me 'boss'?" Tang Zui seemed to think of something, endured the excitement in his heart, and said excitedly in his heart.

"That's right"

After talking with the spirit of the Ring of Fire, Tang finally learned something:

It turned out that this Ring of Flame was obtained by coincidence when he crossed over, and the reason why it called Tang Zui the boss was because the Ring of Torch had just been nourished by Tang Zui's blood, and Tang Zui had reached a tacit understanding of the same blood, and only in this way could the two communicate.

And as the conversation deepened, Tang Zui also had a general understanding of what the Ring of the Torch was, to put it simply, the Ring of the Torch was a carrier of all the cultures in Tang Zui's world, as for how awesome this carrier was, this Tang Zui was not sure, because he felt that the Ring of Fire seemed a little unreliable