I Changed My Profession To Boxing At The Beginning, And Used My Two Fists To Crush My Fate.

Liu Ying had just left for five minutes.

Ye Wuce brought people there immediately.

Fang Wuji sat quietly in the center of the vestibule, humming a tune from his hometown, looking very happy.

Ye Wuce did not speak immediately, but quickly scanned the entire mansion.

The huge Fang Mansion was empty!

Only Fang Wuji was humming quietly. Even though he brought people here, he still closed his eyes and enjoyed his singing selflessly.

"My wife is not here either..." After Ye Wuce muttered to himself, he suddenly turned his head to look at the sky behind him and shouted: "Chase!!"

The generals behind him were all stunned.

Chase?

What are you chasing?

But there was an assistant who was smarter and immediately realized that something was wrong. He got on the battleship and quickly started a blanket search.

In Fang Mansion.

Ye Wuce stared directly at Fang Wuji, his eyes full of coldness.

He put his hands behind his back, walked to Fang Wuji, and faced the door with him.

I saw Ye Wuse's palm gently sweeping the world, as if something appeared in his mind.

Then he looked at the time again and said, "More than five minutes ago."

"Your wife was just five minutes ahead of us. Do you think she can escape?"

Fang Wuji smiled and said, "Master Ye."

"Thanks to your great love, I have been the director of the Gaotianyu Transportation Management Bureau for three thousand years."

"I still know quite a bit about how to take the road here."

Ye Wuce's expression was complicated and he said: "Those who are unpopular will surely betray their relatives and alienate them."

"Actually, you could have lived a good life."

"My plan is to make you correct that Huang Qingyuan did everything."

"In recent years, he has been too arrogant and did not know how to restrain himself. He has caused a lot of trouble for the Territory Lord, and even caused many disharmonious voices within the Territory Lord."

"He has not positioned himself correctly and is no longer worth the price."

After hearing this, Fang Wuji's smile disappeared and his brows wrinkled slightly.

But soon, his eyebrows relaxed again.

"I know your style of doing things very well."

"I don't quite believe what you just said."

Ye Wuce shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Your direct line is Huang Chiangmai."

"The certificate of nomination you gave to the Generalissimo is probably related to him."

"He's going to step down no matter what."

"It's just that we lose such a good hand like you again."

Fang Wuji smiled and said, "Who do you think is the backbone of the Grand Marshal's line now?"

"70% Generalissimo, 30% Ye An." Ye Wuce said calmly.

Fang Wuji nodded and said: "Yes, I want my children to follow Ye An, so the name certificate is naturally related to Ye An."

"If you cause trouble to Ye An every day, it will not be easy for my two sons."

"So I have to let you disappear for a while."

"Oh?" Ye Wuce chuckled and said, "Are you so capable?"

Fang Wuji said calmly: "Sacred medicine from the divine world, life and death, flesh and bones."

"Only ninety-nine bottles are produced in a year, of which thirty-three bottles are used to worship heaven."

"Only sixty-six bottles leaked out. How come you, a human, have one bottle in your hand?"

Ye Wuce said helplessly: "Boss Jin won't cooperate with me. If I want to expand my business, I have to find someone bigger to cooperate with."

"You are committing treason." Fang Wuji raised his eyebrows.

After hearing this, Ye Wuce not only did not panic, but also yawned leisurely, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

Fang Wuji frowned and said, "Did someone higher up ask you to do this?"

"Really?" Ye Wuce shrugged and said, "How should I know."

Default.

Fang Wuji's eyes were complicated and he said: "It turns out that the real cancer within the human race is the Lord of Gaotian Territory."

"Really?" Ye Wuce chuckled again and said, "A little person like you still can't change the black and white problem."

"The truth of some things is so exciting that you can't even imagine."

Fang Wuji's face changed slightly.

He couldn't figure it out.

Who told Ye Wuce to contact the Gods?

If he's not the Lord of Gaotian Territory, could he be the Grand Marshal? King of men? Even those gods and humans in the Hall of Valor?

No matter who it is, this means that even if his certificate of voting is thrown away, Ye Wuce will be fine.

There will definitely be no big trouble, at most it will be some small formal punishment.

Forget it, as a dying person, I don’t want to think about this anymore.

Suddenly, Fang Wuji changed the topic and said: "Although a small person like me doesn't have much vision, if I can climb all the way up, I can still know some people."

"What Huang Qingmai wants is very simple. He wants to be the fourth son of the human race, and he wants overwhelming power and strength."

"I always try to figure out your thoughts."

“Sometimes the purpose of what you do is clear and clear, and sometimes it’s a little unclear.”

"Your ability is no worse than Huang Qingmai, but you seem to have never argued with him."

"So what do you want?"

Ye Wuce did not answer immediately, but lowered his head and glanced at the time again.

No one reported the situation.

Probably because he couldn't catch up with Liu Ying.

He looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "Do you know who is stopping Ye An from moving forward now?"

"You?" Fang Wuji replied subconsciously.

"Of course not." Ye Wuce shook his head and said, "It's the Generalissimo and his soldiers."

"What?" Fang Wuji didn't understand.

Ye Wuce said: "Meng Chen was self-righteous and forced Ye An to fight against the planner."

"But he didn't know it was a mistake."

"The last profession you should turn into if you have a talent like Dream is that of a combat strategist."

"Ah?" Fang Wuji was confused.

Ye Wuce said calmly: "I was eleven years old when my father passed away."

"And I've been remembering things since I was probably three years old."

"I remember very clearly what my father told me and my brother."

"Man proposes, God disposes."

"Tactic strategist is just a job seeker."

"But a dream is a talent that can make things happen, a talent that can become a god."

"So Ye An should have turned to boxing practice."

"There's no one ahead of this road."

"His only enemy is himself. Unlike other avenues, it has already been occupied by many heavenly beings. Future generations must kill them before they can reach the sky."

"Everything I said is true."

"What's interesting is that even if I say these things publicly, people from the general's lineage will still prevent Ye An from becoming a boxer and force him to become a strategist."

"They will think that I am harming Ye An."

Fang Wuji was dumbfounded.

But soon, he thought quietly.

Take this conversation back.

Ask him yourself what you want most.

Ye Wuce answered about Ye An's job change.

It seems to be a change of topic, but it is some kind of metaphor.

Man proposes, God disposes.

I see.

It is still unclear what Ye Wuce is thinking about.

But first he must become heaven!

Fang Wuji put his hands on his knees, looked at the sky and sighed, "I have been around for more than three thousand years, and it was only on the day of my death that I discovered that I am not even a chess piece in the game of human chess."

At this time.

Ye Wuce received the letter.

No one was caught.

Gone.

He suddenly pressed his palm on Fang Wuji's head, his eyes indifferent.

The next second.

A divine light flashed in Ye Mansion.

Fang Wuji’s body is gone.