The night fades, and the outline of all things gradually becomes clear, before and after the alternation of night and white, it is the clearest time for the whole world.

At the beginning of the morning, the noisy voices have not yet poured in, at this time sit alone in the bamboo garden, all kinds of quiet, taste a pot of tea, life is more comfortable.

This is the daily routine of flower regularity. Every morning, he would sit here and make a pot of tea and savor it, even if the typhoon passed through and the cold wave invaded, it would be rain or shine, or that would be interesting.

This habit can be traced back to his grandfather, who has been dead for a long time so he is too lazy to say more, in short, his father insisted on this habit, and then gradually became a daily routine, and then later, Hua Zheng, who has been looking up at his father's figure, also insisted on this habit as a daily routine.

He was a man with an elegant temperament, and the face that was not very good at smiling added an unproportionate sense of solemnity to it.

Elegance has never been favored by the world, but it should be rejected if it is too solemn.

Hua Zhengzheng has a very powerful father, and under the protection of this wing, he can not change himself, because even if he is stubborn, he will not have no way out.

Of course, such an angular character, no matter how good I am, I don't know how to be tactful, I don't want to compromise, and it is inevitable that I will be rejected.

Fortunately, he also knows his incompatibility with society, so he neglects interpersonal relationships and has little to socialize, although he has very few friends, but it is enough. is also extremely indifferent to fame and fortune, and if you want to be simple, you will be at ease.

For him, the luckiest thing so far, and what made him, an atheist, willing to believe in the existence of gods for this reason, was to meet Ning Duo.

It was a process from static to dynamic, and the original world was like a painting, no matter how beautiful it was, it seemed as pale as life on paper. Then, it moved.

The wind blows through the bamboo forest, the air is moving, the bamboo leaves are trembling, scattering, and the world is also moving.

- The emotions that come from the heart make the world he feels more real and delicate.

He loved Ningduo a lot, but he had a hard time saying it.

Because sweet words are too light, they may not be caught in the hands when they float in the sky. He had always protected her in a silent way, so that tribulation never came, for he avoided it, and the dispute had always had a boundary, and after it had passed, he compromised.

Although the two look very plain, such a marriage is really unenviable.

- Well, that's it, none of that matters. Now, his sweetheart and little baby have maintained secret contact with strangers for so long, and he is still hiding from him, a father, which is really a headache.

And it feels as if his daughter is more willing to be with that stranger than a father, and this feeling is like a thorn stuck in her heart, which is very uncomfortable, and it is uncomfortable to think about it.

"If it's a threat, wouldn't it be more effective to kidnap Hua Ning?" Hua Zhengzheng frowned, one hand subconsciously touching the edge of the teacup, he was thinking about the purpose of the unknown person.

But if it's revenge...... Teach Hua Ning to turn her against us...... That seems more reasonable...... '—thoughtful look.

'No, no, it's unlikely...... Reality is not a drama, and no one would be so crazy......' - shook his head with a heavy heart.

'What if... This person is the same person who kidnapped Hua Ning before...... So, what is his purpose?' - and in a dilemma.

'Hua Ning... She... ...... hiding something from me'—suddenly a stab in the heart.

Hua Zhengzhi's expression was gloomy, his daughter's behavior made him feel betrayed, but because it was his own daughter, he could only choose to forgive her even if he couldn't understand it.

"Alas......" The middle-aged man finally sighed, he was at this age, but he didn't expect that he still needed to rely on his father's strength...... And he is also a father.

Things were far beyond his means, and he had the idea of asking his father for help.

In the small courtyard pavilion, the tea on the stone table was cold, and Hua Zhengze sat for more than half an hour but only took a small sip of tea, he poured out the rest of the tea, cleaned up a little, and walked into the house.

After doing some chores and exchanging a few words of greeting with Ning Duo, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, he came to the study.

Flipping books has long been a small part of his daily routine, which is necessary every day.

This room has been used as his personal study since he was in elementary school, and now the number of books in the whole room is equivalent to a small library, and in terms of quality, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a 'library cabinet'.

Without exception, every outsider who comes in for the first time will be dazzled by the rows of books in front of them, these books are not only dense, but also neatly placed, but not like they are specially placed neatly, but give people an orderly and rigorous feeling.

But today, the most inconspicuous place in the room, the desk, with a folded piece of paper on it, as if it carried something extraordinary, and that strong presence eclipsed all the books in the room like a blinding light.

Not only the book, but also the flower Zheng, he also dimmed in front of this paper.

His breathing began to increase unnaturally, and his body subconsciously trembled slightly, obviously it was a blank paper, a blank paper left by someone who didn't know it, but why? Why did he feel excited?

There is nothing ominous about this excitement, it is exciting, it is instinctive...... Reverence yearning.

Unable to think deeply, reason doesn't seem to be a condition for touching this piece of paper, so Hua Zhengzheng just suppressed his increasingly restless mood, and then walked straight to the desk.

The paper was folded in half, and it was not obvious that there was writing, so Hua Zhengzheng picked up the paper very ordinarily and opened it.

The golden light suddenly shot out from the paper, like a point of light, and the light shone brightly in a small section of the burst, and then it was like a fault, and the thin golden light lost its color before it left the room.

Common sense distortion unfolds!

This is not a spell, it should be said that it is an ability, it is an ability that every immortal who cultivates to become an immortal will have-rule interference.

Immortal cultivators explore and comprehend the principles of the operation of the world, and when they reach a certain level and gather certain conditions, they can achieve self-detachment and soar to a higher level of the world.

It is impossible to explain this kind of mysterious thing in words, but there are some things that can be said.

The level of the fairy world is much higher than this world, so the gods from the fairy world are able to make partial repairs to this world.

And this 'trimming' is really very 'partial' for Mu Zhaoling, and the amount of modification he can make is so small that it is simply negligible.

But such a 'small' is relative to the 'world', for a small group of people living on this planet, such an amplitude, even if Mu Zhaoling 'trims' a gender is not a problem at all, and the mortals living now will not feel anything wrong with the change, because this is common sense.

The light lasted less than a second, and Hua Zhengzhi's eyes could not observe this light, and he could not have noticed that he was slightly different from his previous self - this is common sense, it has always been like this, it has always been like this, it has never changed.

"This !!"

Hua Zhengze looked at the word 'teacher' in his hand in shock, which was a word that had already been superb.

He himself is a master of calligraphy, this character is very well written, simple and heavy, and it is orthodox, but the word is good does not mean that the calligraphy is good, and the calligraphy is written with an artistic conception, but the word cannot.

It is impossible for a single word to have a sense of meaning - before that, Hua Zhengze has always believed in this.

However, this word really contains the spirit of the writer, and the moment it enters his eyes, a overwhelming momentum pours into his mind, and at the same time carries a message - 'I will visit in person soon'

"It's... What the hell is the sacred ......?"

Suppressing the surging in his heart, Hua Zhengzhi's hand was still trembling slightly, he no longer doubted that the 'unknown person' would be the one who had bad intentions, and even, he was looking forward to the person's visit soon.

Majestic, righteous and awe-inspiring, can have such a spirit and spirit, how can he be a scheming person?