Yes, no one can resist fate, let alone the king of generals, the three catastrophes of fate, the six catastrophes, the nine diseases. Tolerance is a once-in-a-century genius, and such as King Wu, cannot escape King Wu.

"Let's go."

After the sacrifice, the old man came out with the young man. He saw a city ahead of him. The old man saw a piece of wax paper money in the city's hand, squinted slightly, and crossed the road. The old man seemed to like to bump into Zhang Cheng's shoulder.

As soon as Zhang Cheng jumped, he stretched out his hand, afraid that the old man would be knocked down. He didn't want people to have the power of terror.

Even if Zhang Chengdu's silk horn could not be blocked, it would fall to the ground like a hill. Zhang Cheng was afraid to know that his mood was several times that of an ordinary family, and he had no resistance in front of the elderly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng asked tremblingly.

"Young man, are you King Wu?" The old man did not answer, but looked at a piece of incense paper in his hand and asked, "This is the tomb of King Wu." Of course, Zhang Cheng came to be swept away by King Wu.

"King Wu?" Zhang Cheng asked, "What does Zhang Bo mean?" ”

"His surname is really Zhang." The old man looked at the grave and said, "Who are you?" ”

"Zhang Bo is my father." Zhang Chengwan was puzzled for a moment, and then said firmly.

"Zhang Bo? Father? ”

The old man smelled the language, a little confused, a little abrupt, and he said: "He never received an apprenticeship or a relative in his life, but he left his offspring in the evening. Well, while he's not your biological child, he's still the only one who's not a good fit for you. "So I understand you, how do we do that?

"Three plagues, six plagues, nine diseases?"

The young men and women jumped and looked at each other. This is the king of generals. I've heard that only about 10 million people will have one. The disaster continues, and the generals will continue to suffer from three illnesses and five pains. Even if King Wu and others were all over the world, they could not escape the two kings. We can imagine how powerful and difficult it is to know how many such fates there are.

But the person in front of me is as destined as King Wu, and the ending is conceivable. The little girl looked at Zhang Cheng with some pity.

"You see, the feng shui omen here is a rare place of dumb sun, like three six-foot-six willow trees or yin and yang planted by the lake, and then back to the green mountains and green waters, and the graves. This is a real dragon, ninety-one, a change of fate. ”

"Take life to heaven!" The young woman lost her voice. "Isn't this the legendary supreme feng shui chess? I heard that this feng shui is guided by his own soul and surpasses Mr. Wu in his life. In other words, King Wu committed suicide. ”

"Yes, this is suicide, because only suicide can bring out the soul. I never thought that King Wu was lagging behind such a point, in order to inherit the lives of the people, break the three difficulties, the six difficulties, and the nine diseases, and become the supreme nine ideals, at the expense of himself, not to be reincarnated, why do you do this? The cost is also too high. ”

The old man was very melancholy.

"King Wu is too stupid. He couldn't have helped him with this waste firewood, because he couldn't stand up to the sky. The young man stared at the city he had killed and said contemptuously, "Let me kill it, it's worth it." ”

"Or, that's fate. Three difficulties and six diseases, the king of the great, is destined to live a miserable life, and Feng Shui chess can change this life. I can't imagine that killing Teng Jiao is still your bad luck. Even if Teng Jiao didn't kill him, he would be able to live for two or three years at most. In other words, I should clean the door for you! Well, lest he forget your name after that. ”

The old man was angry, but at the thought of killing the young man, he had an explanation. If not, he will have endless doom and trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around sadly, and walked off into the distance.

Behind this, the young man and woman reconciled. Before leaving, a young man named Teng Jiao looked at the tomb of King Wu with cold eyes.

Right now!

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, leaving a hazy light rain in the dark day. It gets heavier and heavier. Soon after, the weather turned to heavy rain.

The rain poured down on my face, and a city eyelash walked twice, slowly opening my eyes. Where is this? Yes, I gave you a man to attack and knock you unconscious.

The heart came again, the blood flowed somewhere else, and a city with numb limbs gradually grew in strength. After a while, Zhang Cheng lowered his head, and it was a little difficult to climb to the ground.

Zhang Cheng's face changed drastically, his eyes were red and swollen, his fingers were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Ahh

Angry attention!

"Who did that?"

Zhang Cheng staggered towards Zhang Bo's tomb. It's wet and slippery. He accidentally fell into the mud and splashed the mud ticket.

Zhang Cheng, if he hadn't heard, almost crawled to Zhang Boduo's grave. At this time, one of Zhang Boduo's tombs was covered with several stone tablets, the remaining quarter was planted in the ground, and the willow trees were uprooted, broken, and lost.

In order to break Zhang Botao's grief, people dug up Zhang Botao's grave and saw the local coffin. But the coffin was cut three times from top to bottom with a sharp knife, so the coffin and the body inside were cut into three pieces.

Zhang Bo is being buried!

Let people cut the bodies into rows, you know, in the eyes of a city, Zhang Bo is his father. After his father's death, Zhang Cheng was always angry about his injury.

"Zhang Fei, I didn't tell you before you died. When you die, your body is insulted as if you had nothing to do with killing you. ”

"Don't worry, I will definitely take revenge." Zhang Cheng's name appeared in his mind, the old man and the young man and woman behind him. The old man and the little girl didn't care much, and the young man made Zhang Cheng like to kill.

Zhang Cheng has had an endless love for killing since he was three young people. They all said he wanted to kill a city. Zhang Cheng almost certainly did everything the young man did. As for the old man, he came to worship Zhang Bo. If he wants to destroy his grave, then of course it is worship?

Zhang Cheng wanted to repair the tomb with his hands. However, the coffin is broken, and if buried, rainwater can invade the coffin. In addition, Zhang Bowei's body was cut three times, and he refused to let him do so.

Thinking about the "Ninety-Nine Return Day", Zhang Cheng wanted to find an uncle. From the three very small people, Zhang Cheng could tell that an uncle was a mysterious person.

Although he was the doorman of the orphanage, he was the largest donor to the orphanage. Not long ago, Liu Zhuda knew about the city. It is precisely because of what Zhang Bo has said for the orphanage over the years. With huge sums of money, the orphanage can adopt many orphans and will continue to transfer.

In addition, Zhang Bo also learned to struggle, and no matter how much he knew, it was impossible for ordinary people to live. Zhang Cheng knew that Zhang Bo's identity was extraordinary. Today, when he meets an old man, Zhang Cheng realizes that Zhang Bo's identity is still mysterious in his imagination.

King Wu!

This is the address given to Zhang Bo by the old man, in the spirit of the other party, like Zhang Bo, what a great person.

"Zhang Fei, who are you?"

Zhang Chengxin will turn into the ninety-ninth sun.

Four years ago, Yang Bingbing betrayed him. This was Zhang Cheng's most helpless and painful moment. Zhang Bo appeared in front of a city and asked, "Zhang Cheng, do you believe in fate?" ”

Zhang Cheng was confused: "I don't know. "Hundred Platings, the latest chapters of the "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" are free to read for the first time.