The Road to Slaying God

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless. If he was asked to say which one he likes, he didn't know who to say. This was a very helpless feeling.

Although there is very little thought of Xiao Yiran, undoubtedly, Xiao Yiran still occupies a very important position in his mind.

Liu An, although Liu An is impulsive, I have to say that Zhang Yang still has a certain affection for the beautiful and gentle girl, and even has a strong possessiveness.

As for Xuelian, it is a common affliction together in the cave. It is impossible to hate her. If she really hates it, Zhang Yang will refuse to come to Yanjing with him. In fact, Zhang Yang was looking forward to coming to Yanjing with Xuelian at the time. .

Nana, the mysterious woman, took away Zhang Yang ’s three souls and six souls as soon as she appeared, that icy face, that frosty face, and the flowery face. Zhang Yang believed that he would not Forgetting, thinking of that face, he felt anxious to see her.

Wang Yan ...

Zhang Yang sighed, and suddenly there was an inexplicable irritability in his heart. This anxious mood was immediately vented to the throttle, and Ferrari accelerated, crazy acceleration!

In the morning light, the red Ferrari is like an eye-catching sharp sword, piercing the white belly of the sky.

Two hundred yards!

Two hundred and eighty yards!

...

The speed is still accelerating. At this time, there are more cars on the road, passing by from time to time, making a huge air friction whistling sound.

Wang Yan had a pale face and quickly buckled her seatbelt. The mentality of the driver and the passenger was completely the same. If Wang Yan drove to such a high speed, she would not be panic, but if she was sitting At the co-pilot, this speed was enough to make her frightened, which was a feeling she couldn't master.

No one likes to control everything, to control their own life and their own future. Naturally, it also includes mastering the steering wheel of the car!

"Zhang ... Zhang Yang ... you ... you are going to die!" Wang Yan clutched the handle on the roof of the car tightly, her body stiff, her eyes staring at the front, stuttering.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything. The good surname of the sports car and the high-speed drag racing gave Zhang Yang an indescribable thrill.

...

Finally, the road sign showed that the car was approaching the high-speed intersection, and the speed slowly slowed down.

On the highway, Zhang Yang did not drive at high speed, because he felt Wang Yan's panic. The fear spread like cancer cells in the car. This is a very bad breath and can easily affect his mood.

Finally, the frightened Wang Yan returned to normal. Although she often dragged the car, it was the first time that she sat on the co-pilot soaring at such a high speed. This is completely different from holding the steering wheel herself. When she drags the car, she feels as fast as possible. Slow down, and sitting in someone else's car, one hundred and fifty yards, the heart felt a kind of flying out.

"Zhang Yang, don't divert your attention, hum! You said, you said, who do you like?"

Zhang Yang chose silence.

"Don't you say?" Wang Yan was like an volcano erupting. A pair of pink punches kept beating on Zhang Yang's body, leaving tears in her eyes. She hated and hated this man with indifferent emotions. She thought Night dream, in return is a silence.

Zhang Yang allowed her to beat, a face staring at the front like a sculpture, as if without the slightest emotion.

"Zhang Yang, I tell you, I have her without me, and she doesn't have me, you choose!" Wang Yan was also tired, pulling her body, wiping tears with a tissue.

"Never mind then!"

"Ah ... you ... you ..." Wang Yan was stunned.

"Tomorrow I will go abroad to do a very important thing. You tell Snow Lotus, you don't have to wait for me to go back. I'm leaving ..."

"You want to escape again?" Wang Yan was not a stupid person, and immediately heard the meaning in Zhang Yang's words.

"..."

The speed is gradually increasing, and it is already twilight. Although the speed has been improved a lot, it is no longer called drag racing. The traffic on the highway is like weaving, and it is impossible to run at high speed. Now Zhang Yang just wants to return to the hotel quickly. When? "Wang Yan's eyes turned red, and her face was resentful.

"I don't know, maybe, the day of death." Zhang Yang's mouth suddenly raised a strange smile, he thought of death, somehow thought of death, death, isn't it the best relief?

At the moment when the soul leaves the body, I don't know what it will feel like?

The soul is out of **, naturally no **, no pursuit, no anxiety about social injustice, and death is also a good choice. At least, it can be a hundred.

boom!

Zhang Yang felt a crazy confusion in her head, the sweat beads on her forehead fell off one by one, and the muscles on her face began to twist.

why?

why?

Why do you have such terrible thoughts?

Although I have been degraded, but never thought about death, stealth, is a common problem of human beings, no one wants to die ... "squeak ..."

Silver Charm suddenly jumped out. On Zhang Yang's hands, neck, and face, she kept arching with that little pink mouth. Silver Charm and Zhang Yang shared their hearts. It also felt Zhang Yang's low mood, and kept on Rubbing on Zhang Yang's body with his soft body, comforting.

"Zhang Yang, what's the matter with you?" Wang Yan saw Zhang Yang suddenly lost some big sweat beads, and her face was twisted, panicked, she took up a paper towel and desperately helped Zhang Yang wipe it. Wang Yan didn't know. Zhang Yang's memory is the most complicated and fragile. It's the feelings, and countless memory thoughts have reading feelings. When the feelings are in trouble and entangled, it will make people feel bored.

"It's okay!" In front, you can already see the faint high-rise buildings in Yanjing City. Today's weather is very good. Zhang Yang slowed down and freed one hand to grab Wang Yan's hand to wipe his sweat: "Wang Yan, give me some time. I'm messy now, really messy. Now, I can't make any promises, even if It's given, and it's uncountable. Give me some time! "

"Are you trying to let our feelings fade?" Wang Yan's eyes flushed.

"No!" Zhang Yang's eyes stared at Wang Yan with a positive expression. Although Zhang Yang didn't know what was wrong with his feelings, this small answer could still be given to Wang Yan.

"Well, where is Xuelian's little fox good? Where did you fascinate you?" Wang Yan suddenly smiled, but only momentarily, he turned his face again, made a chest motion, let Zhang Yang shake his heart, this action, It shows that Wang Yan's acquiescence to Zhang Yang. Perhaps, Wang Yan also wants to give herself some time.

"That ..." Zhang Yang speeded up, and Wang Yan's thoughts were just like the autumn weather.

Seeing Zhang Yang not talking, Wang Yan was also anxiously silent, tearing the paper towels in your carton, and a box of paper towels was torn by her.

There was a moment of silence, and I quickly reached the Yanjing City. Fortunately, it was still early in the morning. Although the traffic flow had increased, it had not yet reached the point of traffic jam.

When they entered the hotel, they saw the lobby manager with a charming expression on his face.

"Mr. Zhang is early, Ms. Wang is early! Mr. Zhang, someone is waiting for you." Manager Fang looked at the young man who was rustic in the beginning. Not only did Miss Wang accompany him all night, there was a military area in the morning. The vehicle came to find him, and the person he was looking for was so scary that he was actually the commander-in-chief.

Do not think that you can see how many high-level generals can be seen in Yanjing. Generally, it is not easy for a commander to see, because most soldiers do not wear military uniforms when they do not perform their duties, and it is impossible to tell what level they are. , And now looking for Zhang Yang is wearing military uniforms, the feeling is different.

Zhang Yang nodded, and the manager took him to the hotel's reception room.

As soon as I entered the reception room, I saw a very upright man, about thirty years old, with a dark face and wearing a military uniform. Obviously, this is a soldier who has been in training for a long time.

"Are you Zhang Yang?" The soldier saw them coming in and immediately stood up, staring at Zhang Yang's eyes tightly.

"Yes, you are ..."

With a "slap!", The soldier stood up and saluted, and then took out a letter and several plane tickets from his body and handed them to Zhang Yang.

"This is for you from the general, please check!"

"Ah ... oh ... thank you, thank you ..." Zhang Yang responded immediately, thinking of the general's efficiency so high. Zhang Yang was certain that the contact information was in the envelope.

General!

The head of the lobby manager suddenly fell into a blank ...

(To be continued)