The Road to Slaying God

Selfish!

Hearing Zhang Yang mention the word "selfish", the little monk suddenly fell into a long silence. It seemed that these two words were like a sharp thorn piercing his invisible heart.

"Say it! I know that the whereabouts of the golden-armored man are always under your control." Zhang Yang's voice was cold, filled with a murderous aura.

"I won't say it." The young monk said firmly.

"You decide whether to say it or not. In short, if I don't get the answer tomorrow, I will destroy all your plans. You know, I have this ability. Don't force me, don't force me to get together with that big man in golden armor. !”

"How do you know?" The little monk's voice was full of surprise.

"If you didn't avoid me, I would naturally not doubt you. However, you are too calm. In the face of aliens that may endanger the entire human race, as the only intelligent program on the earth, you actually turn a blind eye. Obviously, this is It is against the rules, and besides, during the global financial crisis, the prices of steel and non-ferrous metals actually increased wildly. I believe this is not an accident."

"Yes, the young monk is avoiding you, but he has his own reasons." The young monk said depressedly.

"No matter what difficulties you have, at this time tomorrow, I want to know the result. If you don't give me the result, I will find the target through steel channels, and I will use all my power to destroy the entire human interconnection and let only Being able to stall in a corner paralyzes your plans."

"Do you really know the little monk's plan?"

"Little monk, don't ignore my wisdom. I rarely use wisdom to deal with things now, because I find that violence is easier to solve problems. However, it does not mean that I have lost my ability to think. Okay, that's it. I'll wait for your call tomorrow."

"Zhang Yang..."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Yang hung up the phone.

…

There was silence in the room. Lin Xueyi looked at Zhang Yang and seemed to want to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

"You can ask, and I will try my best to answer your question." Zhang Yang looked at the woman in front of him who was nearly forty years old but looked like she was in her twenties. This woman not only had amazing charm, but also had the charm of an ordinary girl. The lack of elegance adds a hint of the charm of a mature woman.

"When will Brother Hao come back?" Lin Xueyi's white hands gripped the desk tightly, very hard. It could be seen that she was very nervous.

"I can't answer the specific time, but I believe that he will be back soon, very soon..." Zhang Yang's voice seemed extremely hollow.

"Is he...is he okay?" Lin Xueyi's voice was trembling, and two lines of tears flowed down silently.

"He is very good, very good, he misses you very much, and he will bring you glory and wealth, and of course, wealth beyond your imagination."

"No...those are not important. What is important is that he comes back. He comes back..."

"Okay, Miss Lin, I'm very sorry for disturbing your rest."

"It's okay, it's okay. I have to thank you for bringing me the news about Brother Hao."

"Thanks!"

Zhang Yang bent down and bowed before striding out, leaving Lin Xueyi sitting alone in the office in a daze. Her eyes fell on a small figure sculpture on the desk. The sculpture was very small and her facial features could not be seen clearly. , however, it can be distinguished that the sculpture is of a man with a flying hair. The hair seems to contain powerful life. Even the sculpture gives people a fluttering vitality...

It's quiet at night.

Zhang Yang was walking alone on the street. This was one of the cities where he grew up and where he went to college for four years. However, he felt an inexplicable loneliness.

Suddenly, I discovered that I had only made one friend after living in this city for four years.

Without Liu Biao, this city would have no meaning to him.

As for women, Zhang Yang discovered that he always thought it was because of his inferiority complex that he dared not face women. But now, he discovered that it was the pride and the indifference in his bones that no woman could conquer his heart, except for her. Nana, Nana conquered him not because of Nana's beauty and passion, but because they were the same kind of person.

Lonely!

indifferent!

Unknowingly, Zhang Yang actually walked to his own school: College of Arts and Sciences.

Looking at the shabby door, Zhang Yang suddenly felt warm in his heart. There were people who cared about him here, or rather, people he cared about.

The old gatekeeper.

The iron gate of the school was locked, and the guard room was dimly lit.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

Zhang Yang knocked on the small door next to the guard room rhythmically. During the years when he was studying, he always knocked on this door in the middle of the night. The old man would always open the door for them as soon as possible. Now, Zhang Yang prayed, hoping that the old man would be on duty today.

"who?"

"It's me." Zhang Yang was inexplicably excited. It was the old man's voice.

"Little bastard, if it's not you, it's me. A ghost is knocking on the door in the middle of the night." The old man cursed and opened the door.

"Old man." Zhang Yang stood blankly at the door, looking at the old man. The remaining hair on the old man's bald head had completely turned from gray to snow-white, but the old man's skinny body seemed to be still very energetic.

"Whatever you are looking at, I know you will make fun of the old man's gray hair. Let me tell you, the old man's body is still strong." The old man was not surprised by Zhang Yang's sudden appearance. In his mind, if Zhang Yang were to show up in broad daylight, It seems a bit abnormal to appear below.

"Old man, do you have any bread?"

"hungry?"

"hungry!"

The old man rustled out a white plastic bag from the drawer, took out a layer-wrapped bread and handed it to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang took the bread and smelled it carefully with his nose. It seemed that the smell was not very strong, and it must be enough to kill people.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's only been stored for four days, and the shelf life is seven days." The old man said quickly.

"..."

Zhang Yang glanced at the shelf life on it and saw that it had passed eleven days. In other words, the old man should have bought the product on sale on the last day of the shelf life.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, and took a bite gently, feeling the slightly spoiled taste of the bread, as if he had returned to the age of studying...

"What happened?" The old man handed Zhang Yang a glass of water. He always felt that Zhang Yang was a little weird.

"No." Zhang Yang smiled, took the old man's water glass and took a sip.

"Where's that guy Liu Biao?"

"Not back, over there at gz." Zhang Yang tore open the bread bit by bit and put it into his mouth.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you. I'm getting older. Hey, I should retire..." The old man's voice became lonely as he spoke.

"Well, you are about to retire too. Human life is very short, very short."

Zhang Yang's words were like talking in a dream, and he was a little distracted.

"Zhang Yang, I won't be working next semester. Haha, I'm going back to my hometown. If you have time, go check on this bad old man like me."

"Haha, I will."

Zhang Yang stood up, ate all the bread in his hand, and drank the water.

"Are you leaving?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Well, old man, I know it's not easy for you. You have two sons in the country. You are going to retire. I give this to you. Don't be too much or too little. In short, this money is for you. Yes, you can take your aunt to the countryside to enjoy your old age..." Zhang Yang took out his checkbook and signed a check.

"No, no...Zhang Yang, who do you think the old man is? No, absolutely not..." The old man declined quickly and held the check handed over by Zhang Yang tightly.

"Haha, old man, don't refuse. By the way, it's not good to give you too much money. Too much money for a family can cause trouble. I'll give you another one, and you can donate this one to the school. Renovate the library and add some materials and equipment..."

"Zhang Yang..."

"Old man, if you continue to refuse, you are looking down on me, Zhang Yang. As you know, Zhang Yang and I are now a billionaire. Haha, okay, old man, goodbye!"

"……Bye now……"

…

Just when the old man was stunned, Zhang Yang had disappeared under the dim street lights, as if Zhang Yang had never been here. Looking out from the window, there were only a few spinning leaves on the street. The old man shivered inexplicably... …

Subconsciously, the old man glanced at the two checks.

Ten million.

two millions.

The old man's hands shook and the two checks fell to the ground. He quickly opened the door and chased out. Zhang Yang had long since disappeared...

…

"Liu Biao, is this Liu Biao?"

"Well...who is it...Uncle Biao is sleeping, we will fight again tomorrow."

"Pah!" Liu Biao hung up the phone, touched a pair of plump and delicate breasts with one hand, and let out a satisfied hum.

"Beep...beep..." The phone rang again.

"Who are you? You made a phone call in the middle of the night and you didn't let anyone sleep?! Believe it or not, I asked someone to hack you to death!" Liu Biao pinched the pair of plump breasts next to him. *, suddenly jumped up from the bed naked, picked up the phone and said fiercely.

"You...you...you little brat..." The old man was shaking with anger.

"Old man..." Liu Biao's explosive muscles shook and he wiped the sweat from his face.

"You still know me, old man!" the old man sneered.

"Ahem...accidental injury, accidental injury...I thought it was a harassing phone call in the hotel, hehe, there are many old men, so don't be like a villain like Liu Biao..." Liu Biao held the phone in both hands with a look on his face. He said with a smile.

"Hmph, let's keep this account in mind first and ask, how is Zhang Yang doing lately?"

"Great."

…

The morning sun is like emitting golden light, and the entire C City is like being plated with gold. Compared with the fast pace along the coast, the people in C City still live slowly, whether they are working or doing business. .

Zhang Yang walked to the small house his parents bought for him. It was a small house with two bedrooms and one living room of more than 80 square meters. Zhang Yang rented it out to a young couple doing business.

"Dong dong..." Zhang Yang knocked on the door.

(To be continued)