The Road to Slaying God

In fact, Zhang Yang didn't know that this was a very small matter, and it was because of his intervention that the young monk was involved. It was a simple matter because the young monk's intervention became complicated.

Zhang Yang greatly underestimated the energy of the young monk.

During the few minutes Zhang Yang waited, the young monk made at least dozens of phone calls. The most powerful person in black and white throughout China was awakened by him. When he heard the murderous voice of young monk, everyone ’s Drowsiness disappeared immediately.

No one dares to ignore the words of the little monk!

No one dares to despise the existence of young monks!

...

Beijing awakened over several phone calls from the young monk, while the protagonist Wang Yan was sleeping in a huge bedroom, the living room was covered with thick red carpet, and the decoration was completely Chinese-style. The antique furniture of sandalwood gave a kind of Thick and thick historical sedimentation, every item on that antique rack is worthless.

This is a room that looks simple but is actually luxurious.

Middle-aged men with short faces and majestic faces sitting on the bed, watching the blushing girl sleep soundly, and the short man's face showed a doting expression, gently helping the girl After covering the quilt, I walked out of the room and closed the door again.

"how about it?"

The love on the short man's face disappeared, replaced by a cold expression. Suddenly, the short man seemed to become tall, and he felt a tremendous pressure between his hands and his feet. He is the real superior. .

"Secretary-General, there was a man who was drunk at the time and wanted to make fun of a young lady. The young lady smashed him with his mobile phone ..." A man in a black suit, with a body like a door, bent down and whispered.

"I don't want to know the process, I want to know the results!"

The short man sat coldly on the mahogany chair, his eyes fixed on the big man.

"We rushed in immediately when we heard the glass was broken, and the girl had stunned the man with an ashtray ..."

"Who is that man?" The short man frowned.

"Zhao's son ..."

"Very good ..." A ruthless expression appeared on the face of the short man: "I see!" He waved his hand, and a few black men in the living room stood out.

"Stutter?" When the door was closed, the short man dialed a number.

"Secretary Zhu ... I'm about to call you. What happened to Wang Yan? Yanjing is your place!" A cold voice was heard from the phone, as if there was no emotion.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, Yaner misses you, of course, I miss you too, come here to live for a few days, and accompany Yaner ... you can't come, but I can't help it, cough ... That kid is here ... "The short man smiled awkwardly.

There was a silence on the phone, as if the other party was thinking.

"Do you really miss me?" Finally, the other party spoke.

"Stamming, you have followed me for more than ten years. No matter where I am, you are always my brother. I know that you have been wronged in these years, so I let you go to the army to be free and free, then knowing that you have become powerful Resentment, hey, you are a strong man, what about the strong one? ”The short man's expression suddenly warmed.

"The state of mind ... haha ​​... I still want to talk about what state of mind, okay, this time I will not leave this time ..." The cold voice on the phone laughed suddenly.

"..."

The short man stayed for a while, and the other party hung up the phone. "I said, you are the one who dares to hang up with me in the world!" The short man couldn't help yelling.

No one can think of this majestic, now swearing, short man who is the youngest leader in Chinese history. If his scolding news is spread, it will definitely become the headline of world newspapers ...

...

Zhang Yang naturally didn't know. At this time, the girl was sleeping soundly. He was watching Liu Biao's backgammon at the end of Liu Biao's unbearable situation. What made Zhang Yang want to kill was not Liu Biao's poor chess skills, but Liu Biao's enthusiasm for backgammon. He had tirelessly played more than 50 games in a row.

You can think without guessing, it is impossible for Liu Biao to win 53 games.

Zhang Yang can conclude that anyone who plays backgammon with Liu Biao can appreciate the joyful feeling of the winner.

Zhang Yang shook his head and went to sit in front of his computer. The computer still had a black screen.

Coincidentally, Zhang Yang just sat down and the computer turned on. This time, the little monk appeared directly on the screen, his face humming.

"How?" Zhang Yang was a little nervous.

"What's up?" The young monk gasped.

"How is Wang Yan?"

"How else can it be? That's in Yanjing, not in the countryside. No one can take care of her, rest assured, it's okay, I think you care about Miss, this time you summoned me out and offset it ... However, I can still meet some of your small requirements. As long as it is not too much, I should reward you for this airy report. "

The young monk's expression was a little depressed. Although the young monk is a wisdom program, he is a horn who will return with grace and revenge with revenge. Zhang Yang awakened him last time, although he played some conspiracy and gave Zhang Yang Two cheats for martial arts that cannot be cultivated, but he can get psychological balance himself.

Just now I owed a favor to Zhang Yang, and he immediately thought of returning the favor immediately. The pressure on this person is almost debt, the sooner the better.

"Can you answer me a few questions?" Zhang Yang looked at the little monk carefully. He already knew that this intelligent program had a very bad temper. He had better serve with care, and becoming a foe with the program would definitely not have good results, at least You can't kill him, you can't kill him, but he can use all the resources to deal with you.

"Small sister-in-law, a few more questions ... Forget it, you ask, I don't want to answer, I have the right to remain silent!" The young monk seemed to be affected by Wang Yan's affairs and was always in a bad mood.

"Is Wang Yan really okay?" Zhang Yang was still worried about the girl.

"It's okay, if she's okay, I'll wash Yanjing City in blood!" The monk's expression was fierce and full of domineering.

"Oh ..." Zhang Yang was relieved and asked, "What the **** are you?"

When Zhang Yang asked the question, he regretted it immediately. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Something is nothing, Xiaoxi is not something ... Ah ..." The young monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yang.

"Ah ... this is not a problem, not a problem ..." Zhang Yang waved quickly.

"Tell you, Xiaoxi is not something ... huh, you flirt with me, Xiaoxi is a program ..." The little monk was furious and turned into two sharp choppers in his hands, playing in the hands.

"I want to know something about buying and buying, can you tell me?" Zhang Yang quickly switched off the subject.

"Well, I can tell you this. Don't ask Xiaoyi if it's something. Xiaoyi isn't East ... Ahh ... Xiaoyi wants to kill ..."

"..."

Looking at the crazy little monk on the screen, Zhang Yang sweated coldly, and it seemed that his own problem had completely given this intelligent program to Huyou.

"... said Maimaiti, not Xiaomao." The monk Xiaoqi quickly said badly: "Maimaiti controls the entire Chinese entertainment city, mainly KTV, and some bars, of course, there are also a few hotels, mixed with him There are tens of thousands of people who eat, and he can be regarded as a pass-through in black and white. His strange temperament and surname Ge have offended many rivers and lakes, but because of his power, he controls the entire underground market in Xinjiang. The national kebab market, and some local specialties of Xinjiang, etc ... "

"Is he from Xinjiang?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but look surprised.

"Ok."

"Then ... can a Xinjiang province's power reach such a large level? Isn't the Central Political Axe afraid that he will have another [***] power after he has grown up?" Zhang Yang was a little confused, but he knew that for Xinjiang The central political axe of the frontier underground forces has been severely punishing.

"Don't worry about this. Although this person is not a good person, the person always considers himself a dignified Chinese. The crackdown on those separatists and terrorists must even exceed the political axe. No one is allowed to be involved in politics when it comes to doing things, no matter who it is, as long as he is involved in politics, there is only one way, that is, death! "Said the monk with a careless expression.

"Such a cow ?!"

Zhang Yang couldn't think that the old man with a rough face actually did more patriotic than the elites.

(To be continued)