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People tend to think a lot when facing death. If one thought too much, they wouldn't die. Those who truly succeeded in doing so would only be able to accomplish it by relying on a sense of calmness.

For the past three years, heartbreak has been like a woman's period to Ling Tian Feng. It's definitely happened once a month. He was already used to being lovelorn every month. If he was not dumped by a woman one month, he would go ask her why she did not leave him. In the end, after being stunned for three seconds, the lady would throw him away, while the lovelorn Ling Tian Feng would go drink, sink into depression for three or four days, then regain his composure and immediately find a new girlfriend to date with.

This guy had quite the skill when it came to flirting with women. His rather handsome appearance coupled with his extraordinary manner of conversation allowed Ling Tianfeng to achieve success on the path of flirting with women. Every time he fell out of love, it would always be the woman who was hurt even more, because he didn't chase girls by FEEL, but by LOOK, it was all male hormones and visual organs. A beautiful woman, facing each other every day, after watching for a long time, would feel visually tired, and there was no feeling of love in the first place, this fatigue even stopped the feeling of beauty.

If he didn't feel anything, then it would be GAMEOVER. Yes, his cycle of love was the same as a woman's, only a month.

But this time, he really didn't know when to stop. He and Gu Little Xia had been strolling on the road of love for more than half a year, and when Ling Tianfeng felt that they were going to walk into the grave of their marriage to look at a beautiful and blissful ancient tomb, he was dumped.

Ling Tianfeng held his phone and wanted to call his mother, but he was afraid that if she called him, he wouldn't be willing to die. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped forward.

With the wind howling in his ears, Ling Tianfeng flew at the perfect moment as he flew, despite the few beauties falling. His four limbs swung about irregularly, but he could not stop himself from falling down. Of the twenty-nine girls he had dated, twenty-eight of them had been harmed by him, and now, the injuries they had received whistled as they ran towards Ling Tianfeng. What he was facing was death, and the last one who froze in his mind was a woman, the woman he had thought to be the most beautiful in his entire life.

"Mom, I can't die. What will you do if I die?" Ling Tianfeng suddenly thought about how he had to work hard for her mother for half a lifetime. Only then did he realize that death could not solve the problem, and dying was also an extremely irresponsible and weak method. But isn't it too late to repent?

"Bam!"

After the loud sound, Ling Tianfeng did not fall into pieces, nor did he leave the long street dyed in blood.

"En!" Ling Tianfeng groaned, it was so painful that he almost fainted. Although this was just water, jumping down from such a high place was also a lot of pressure. Before the pain was over, salty water had filled his throat, making him cough.

Not only that, when the crabs on the truck saw the UFO falling, they thought that he was going to take over the territory, so they all brandished their blades and charged towards Ling Tianfeng. They tightly gripped onto Ling Tianfeng's body and vowed to defend their leader's sea.

When the truck driver heard the noise, he stopped the truck and jumped down. He scolded Ling Tianfeng who was covered in crab accessories and looked like a drowned chicken: "Brat, what are you doing jumping onto my truck, and trying to steal a crab?"

As Ling Tianfeng tried to pry open the claws of the crab, he said with a wry smile, "Big Brother, isn't it a bit too obvious for me to try stealing the crab like this? Please quickly take these tyrannical things off of me. It hurts. "

The truck driver thought about it and felt that it was true. Seeing Ling Tianfeng's miserable state, he could not help but feel that it was funny.

Ling Tianfeng seriously looked at the truck driver's hand, and said emotionally: "Big brother, thank you, you saved my life."

The truck driver smiled and said, "You're welcome." Thinking to himself, picking a crab, wasn't it so grand? After scolding Ling Tianfeng in his heart, he left.

When Ling Tianfeng returned home, he saw his mother cooking in the kitchen. He walked over to her and hugged her, saying, "Old woman, I love you."

Mother Ling was startled for a moment before pushing Ling Tianfeng away: "Young mush, don't you need more money? Look at you, your entire body is wet, you don't even need to wear clothes when you go swimming, quickly go and change, don't catch a cold."

Ling Tianfeng was helplessly pushed into the room by his mother. He was very depressed, so it turned out that only when he needed money in the past would he think of his good daughter, and speak nicely to her.

After he finished changing his clothes, his childhood friend, Mianbaoqiang, who he had grown up playing around with, came over. The reason why that brat was called Mianbaoqiang was because his clan's ancestor made bread and made it as if it was delicious. Before, when Ling Tianfeng had no money, he would go to his house to eat his bread and even carry a box before he left.

"Little Feng, why didn't you pick up the phone? Why did you make me run over? What did you think you were doing?" Mianbaoqiang, who was carrying a big bag on his back, didn't even sit down before he started nagging.

It was only then that Ling Tianfeng remembered that he had left his phone on that huge truck. He was afraid that he had become the subject of research and venting his anger on the crabs.

"It's alright, I accidentally dropped my phone. Why did you come in such a hurry? What's the matter?" "Seeing you carrying such a big bag, you must be going on a long journey and saying goodbye." Ling Tianfeng casually said, he did not want Mianbaoqiang to know that he did things for women, that would be embarrassing. Mianbaoqiang had always been called the love saint of Ling Tianfeng, when talking about Ling Tianfeng in front of outsiders, he would be full of worship.

Mianbaoqiang carefully looked around, and then locked the door, and then tiptoed back in and sat down.

"Why are you locking the door? You aren't trying to molest me right? Or are you telling me that you're actually a woman?" Ling Tianfeng looked nervously at Mianbaoqiang with his arms crossed around his waist.

Mianbaoqiang said mysteriously: "Let me show you something."

"What?"

He slowly took out a painting from his bag and handed it over to Ling Tianfeng excitedly: "Brother has brought you good stuff, we're going to be rich soon." The scroll was rather simple and unadorned. The color of the paper was very deep, as if it was a thousand years old.

Ling Tianfeng received the painting, and after opening it, his entire body trembled. The picture on top was of a woman, her long hair was like a waterfall, smooth and elegant, with long eyebrows reaching to her temples, her beautiful eyes were like black ink, her figure was exquisite and alluring, her red skirt was like a snaking fire snake, the picture was done with red and black, the picture had been painted for many years, but the red was still as bright as blood! In the upper left corner of the scroll was a poem. Ling Tianfeng carefully looked at it and could not help but read it: "The ten li of flat lake is full of frost, and every inch of black silk is full of sorrow. They looked at each other and envied the mandarin ducks not to be envious. " When he finished, he felt a strong gust of wind that sucked him into it. The woman in the painting came to life, her eyes were filled with grief, like a beauty who had transcended time and space, full of sorrow, full of sorrow.

"A beautiful woman like Ghostly Cloud!" Ling Tianfeng was shocked, he shook his head, and looked carefully, only to see that there was no one else but Mianbaoqiang.

Seeing Ling Tianfeng's strange expression, Mianbaoqiang laughed proudly: "How is it? This painting can't be considered as a top grade painting. In my opinion, it should be from Tang Yin's female calligraphy brush.

Ling Tianfeng unhappily rolled his eyes at Mianbaoqiang: "This painting should be a woman's self-portrait. Look at the fine lines on it, it's very difficult for a man to draw out such a brush and ink. "But this woman is really narcissistic, she looks so ugly, and she still has the nerve to draw herself." But this woman is really narcissistic, she looks so ugly, and she still has the nerve to paint herself. The reason was mainly because after becoming lovelorn, he didn't like anyone and didn't want to take care of himself anymore. Although he didn't want to do it himself now, he still felt a bit of grief in his heart. The other reason was because of this bro's ability to appreciate art. Artistic arts couldn't be said to be lacking, but rather, it was better than nothing. Ancient drawings weren't wooden in nature, so how could it be so realistic.

"However, this painting is a little strange. It's best to burn it." Ling Tianfeng recalled the illusion just now and felt goosebumps all over his body.

"As long as you like it. Anyway, the painting is for you." Mianbaoqiang shrugged indifferently. There was one thing he hadn't said before, and that was that this painting couldn't be burned at all!

"For me?" looked at Mianbaoqiang in disbelief. This brat had always been extremely stingy, other than giving him bread and butter, he didn't do anything else, and was very suspicious of his generosity this time. He examined Mianbaoqiang and asked in a serious tone: "Speak, where exactly did you get this painting? You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be used as proof …"

Mianbaoqiang lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "Have you seen the Ghost Blows Out the Light before?"

Of course I've read it before. This painting has nothing to do with ghosts blowing the lamps or blowing the wind. Don't tell me that you've read about books and went to steal tombs. Ling Tianfeng tilted his head and said as he looked at Mianbaoqiang, rolling his eyes.

"That's right, this painting did come from an ancient tomb, but it wasn't stolen by me. It was my uncle. According to Uncle, there were many treasures inside, but because of the Ghost Blows, he only brought out this painting. If it wasn't for his powerful mana, he would have died. "Do you have any interest in robbing tombs with me? Take out all of the treasures inside and we'll have a good time too." At first, Mianbaoqiang was serious, but at the end, he looked excited.

"Are you serious?"

Mianbaoqiang nodded his head: "Of course it's true, could it be that you will continue to be your female clothing designer and vet, and I will continue to sell my bread. Honestly speaking, the clothes you designed are not bad, but this is in China and cannot be used as a source of money, not to mention this is a rural town. "It's better to take advantage of young people and gamble. If we get the treasures inside, we'll send it."

Ling Tianfeng thought about it, that was true, there was no future for him to design clothes and become a vet. Now, other than an old maid, he did not care about his anymore.

"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow. Where's the address?" Ling Tianfeng decided.

"Yunnan."

"Fuck, isn't that flying?"

"Yeah, LOOK, here's a plane ticket. You can pack it and go to Beijing for a plane ride tomorrow." Mianbaoqiang laughed.

"So this brat had already planned this out." Ling Tianfeng said as he held the plane ticket.

"Yeah, hur hur. See you tomorrow." After Mianbaoqiang finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving the painting on Ling Tianfeng's bed. The woman on top of the painting seemed to be smiling, that smile, could not be described as a charming woman having bizarre eyebrows, but it was a pity that Ling Tianfeng had gone to send Mianbaoqiang off, and did not see him.

The next day, they flew to Kunming, Yunnan.

"Little Feng, why are you wearing this painting? Didn't you say that the woman on top is ugly? " Mianbaoqiang found the strange painting when he went through Ling Tianfeng's luggage for food.

"No, I didn't bring that painting!" Seeing Mianbaoqiang's drawing, Ling Tianfeng frowned. He was a little uneasy, as if something was going to happen. His sixth sense was always sharp.

Just as he was about to speak, the plane began to shake violently. At the same time, the loudspeaker on the plane also sounded, "Dear passengers, I'm sorry, the plane encountered a strong airflow. The engine malfunctioned, so the plane will not be able to fly properly …"

No one listened to the rest of the conversation. The plane was in a mess, wailing and cursing and wailing.

Mianbaoqiang and Ling Tianfeng looked at each other, they could see the shock and fear in each other's eyes, followed by the lack of porridge in the monk's eyes. This was a civil aircraft modified by military aircraft with parachutes on it, but there were only a dozen or so parachutes, but there were a hundred and twenty passengers, which meant that only a tenth of the people here had a chance of survival. Ling Tianfeng went into the water and snatched a parachute. The people who managed to grab the parachute all jumped down, leaving behind a majority of them on the plane. Some even flew around with the hope that they would die if they fell on the branches or on the ocean.

Ling Tianfeng and Mianbaoqiang were unwilling to leave their brothers behind. Ling Tianfeng forcefully tied the parachute back to Mianbaoqiang, then said as he nudged Mianbaoqiang's shoulders with his hand: "Listen to me Xiao Qiang. You have a grandfather and daughter, and are parents, and you have a wife that's going to be married in a few years, so you can't die. I only have one mother, and I give you the chance to live.

Tears welled up in Mianbaoqiang's eyes, and he nodded strongly: "Don't worry, I will definitely treat aunt as my own daughter."

Ling Tianfeng gritted his teeth as he pushed Mianbaoqiang off the plane. Tears welled out of the corner of his eyes, and flew into the air, as if he was reluctant to part with it. He shouted to Mianbaoqiang who was getting further and further away: "Xiao Qiang, take good care of my mother."

Just as the plane was about to explode, a white light flashed across Ling Tianfeng's head, causing him to instantly lose consciousness.

Boom!

A powerful explosion rang out and the plane turned into a huge ball of flames, completely shattering into pieces.

Mianbaoqiang, who was watching the plane fly into a rage, cried out in pain, "Little Feng!"