So I became a god

Chapter 1 starts with a pair of iron sand palms
In the morning, the wind is sunny.

On the weekend, I got up from the bed, walked to the living room, poured myself a glass of overnight cold water, and looked strange.

He took a sip of cold water and sighed deeply, and his face slowly calmed down.

"Is it a dream or a hallucination?"

Zhou Zhou looked down at his slender and clean right hand and muttered in a low voice.

"It doesn't seem to have changed, really, it's just a weird dream, so I'm suspicious. Weekends, weekends, it seems that you have been busy and panicked recently."

Weekend laughed self-deprecatingly, then subconsciously tightened his left hand holding the cup.

boom!
The glass shattered into pieces.

Over the weekend, he stared blankly at the shards of glass remaining on his left hand, and fell into deep thought.

5 minutes later
boom!
boom!
boom!
.......
A series of morbid and wretched moans spread from the kitchen to the living room. If it wasn't for the sound insulation of this house, it is estimated that the neighbor next door would have called the police without hesitation.

On the weekend, he came out of the kitchen with a contented face, refreshed, like a spring breeze, shook off the water stains on his hands, and then sat on the sofa and calmly lit a cigarette for himself.

Taking a deep breath, he buried his head on the soft sofa cushion.

After venting, he now needs to calmly think about his life.

"Unexpectedly, the dream last night was real. I actually practiced iron sand palm for 30 years."

"What is this? Traversal flow or system flow?"

His head was a little dizzy at the weekend, and now he has a sense of absurdity as he was suddenly wiped by a luxury car while walking on the street, and then the arrogant car owner threw hundreds of thousands of bills out of the car window.

Fright is greater than surprise.

In fact, he just wanted to be an ordinary ordinary person in his life.

But since God had to forcefully twist his bitter gourd, he could only accept it helplessly.

No way, after all, God arranged the biggest thing.

If it weren't for the evidence of the shards of glass in the kitchen, it would be hard to accept this iron-clad fact at the weekend.

It was a bizarre, strange, and painful dream!
In the dream, he was an outer disciple of the Iron Sect of an unknown dynasty.

stupid in aptitude, dull in character, ordinary in appearance,
In addition to being willing to endure hardship and enduring hard work,

No good.

Every day, I was either inserting sand or splitting bricks. I have been inserting and splitting for 30 years.

In the end, until the Iron Sect was wiped out by a certain force in the rivers and lakes, his Iron Sand Sect in the dream was considered a small success.

A full 30 years! ! !

From a ten-year-old child with a face full of glue and face to a middle-aged uncle who has gone through vicissitudes, during this period, he has never even held a girl's hand, let alone a love bridal chamber.

The weekend is like a soul stored in his body, watching him all alone and silently, experiencing his life.

The curiosity and excitement at the beginning turned into anger and depression, and finally turned into numbness and indifference.

Until in this dream, when he was bloodbathed in the last sect, his master and fellow sect were slaughtered, and he was clearly fearful and fearful to the extreme, he did not hesitate to raise that pair of iron sand palms with little success and rush to the enemy. Only the indifference and numbness of the heart that was tortured long ago was slightly moved.

Finally, he fell heavily in a pool of blood under the ridicule and disdainful eyes of his enemies, and weekend finally broke free from this 30-year dream.

A dream for 30 years,

Even though he was only 25 years old, he actually lived someone else's life inexplicably in his dream.

My head hurts a bit!

After smoking a cigarette, his mouth felt a little thirsty at the weekend. He pursed his lips. He got up and wanted to pour a glass of water. Xiaoyoucheng is a victim of iron sand palm.

With a helpless smile, he picked up the broom over the weekend and walked into the kitchen, slowly cleaning up the crime scene.

The initial excitement and surprise faded away quickly with a cigarette after the event, and all that was left was calm and indifference.

If it was in the past, the iron sand palm might still be useful, but now, the hair is useless.

Do you let yourself go out on the street?
Performing chopping bricks with bare hands or cooking in a frying pan with one hand.

It's just tasteless!

He is a lazy person on weekends, and his character is easy to meet, neither scrambling nor robbing, neither rushing nor impatient.

To put it nicely, it is a good and steady man, to put it uglier, it is a waste house that does not want to make progress.

But fortunately, God has always treated him well, although since childhood...
Both parents died in an accident,
But two properties remain.

One set is rented out and the other set is lived in by oneself, and the economic life is quite decent.

His experience and life since childhood have created his current character and way of life, and he is very satisfied with his current way of life, and he does not want to destroy or change at all.

So God put this golden finger on him, it was a waste and blind.

After cleaning up the crime scene, the weekend suddenly stood there in silence for a few seconds.

"System, system boss, are you there?"

"....."

No response.

"It's not the most popular system stream right now, bad reviews." He curled his lips over the weekend, and after complaining in his heart, he picked up the garbage bag and opened the door.

"Brother Mo, good morning."

The moment he opened the door, a smiling face that was neither pure nor beautiful appeared at the door.

"It's Xiaomei, are you going to work?" Weekend responded indifferently.

Talking about nonsense that has no nutrition and no effect.

"Well, Xiaoqing in the store suddenly had something to do today, so he changed classes with me. I originally planned to sleep in comfortably today, but... ugh... I didn't even have time to paint, I must be very happy now. Ugly." Xiaomei said in distress.

"Haha... It makes you look pretty when you put on makeup. Girls nowadays don't have any self-awareness."

On the weekend, I silently murmured in my heart, and then put the bag in my hand at the door, intending to throw it away when I have time to go downstairs.

"Oh, see you then." After saying that, the door closed on the weekend.

"....."

The air immediately quieted down, leaving only Xiaomei's slightly embarrassed smile.

"Humph! What the hell. What's so amazing, isn't it that there are two suites in the city center, this is not uncommon for Miss!" Xiaomei glared at the closed door angrily, and then walked into the elevator.

Back in the living room, I walked into the kitchen on weekends and planned to make myself a bowl of egg noodles for breakfast.

Subconsciously pick up the eggs in the refrigerator,

click...
Um…..
Forget it, let's go downstairs and buy some breakfast.

At least in these days when he is not fully familiar with his current hand strength, he must not cook by himself.

go to the door,

Looking at the clearly visible fingerprints on the doorknob, the corners of weekend's mouth twitched.

This is stainless steel!

Looks like I'll have to make a trip to the hardware store to buy a new doorknob.

(End of this chapter)