The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang felt a scorching heat in his palm.

Slowly, slowly, Zhang Yang let go of his palm, and the seven bullets were in sight.

"Miss Wang, aren't you afraid of killing me with a single shot?" Zhang Yang wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was really scared just now, and his heart was still beating madly, even at such a close distance, even if he would The "Fantastic Road" also made him feel extremely dangerous. In fact, the strong is not omnipotent. If he launches a sudden attack without predicting a dangerous situation, it is also easy to be sniped. This is also The reason why Sasaki's sniper rifle can hunt the strong, resist one, and one hundred bullets does not mean that one can resist one thousand bullets ...

"Ah ... I ... I didn't think ..." Wang Yan's face was suddenly discolored, Zhang opened his mouth and looked at the gun in horror, and he was afraid that it would spread throughout his body. If Zhang had missed and killed Zhang Yang, then, that ...

"..."

Looking at the stunned Wang Yan, he aimed at the same full-bodied Yu Feng as Wang Yan, and Zhang Yang could only be silent. He wanted to curse "big **** and no brains". Of course, this was just a thought. If he cursed, it would be immediately Hundreds of bullets fired at him, and when the woman's brain and chest were involved, the woman was unreasonable.

"It's okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay!" Wang Yan threw the gun away, patted his full chest with his little hand, and then kept checking his hands on Zhang Yang's face. Seeing that Zhang Yang was okay, Wang Yan was relieved.

"Miss, if anything happens, I'm dead."

"Aren't you still alive and well? People are so excited. I didn't expect that the cultivation of" Fairy Road "really can resist bullets. Unfortunately, I'm not suitable for cultivation!" Wang Yan muttered.

"Uh-huh, your excitement is really different. Shoot when you are excited." Zhang Yang put seven bullets into the ashtray, and Wang Yan carefully wiped the stains on his palm.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you, it's not good, kiss you ..." Wang Yan's soft red lips gently touched Zhang Yang's face, and her face was immediately ashamed to the neck.

"Now you understand?" Zhang Yang looked at the gorgeous flowery face in front of him.

"What do you understand?" Wang Yan froze.

"You like me, just because my practice of" Fantasy Road "attracts female surnames, not because you really like me ..." There is some loss in Zhang Yang's tone. It is not because of martial arts that wins women's favor. What Zhang Yang hopes to see is also the main reason why he has been afraid to get close to women. In fact, this is also the main reason that caused his psychological obstacles.

"Does it matter?" Wang Yan looked at Zhang Yang with her head tilted.

"..."

"Zhang Yang, no matter what the reason, but like you is like you, why bother with that kind of love, if it is your kung fu that makes me like it, is there any difference from the person I like you?"

"Don't you all like it yet?" Wang Yan asked after he paused for a moment.

"Like someone, you don't need a reason to like it, not to mention you have another reason to like me, why bother with those, Zhang Yang, do you know my father?"

"Huh?" Zhang Yang's heart jumped inexplicably.

"My father is a big masculinist. He forbids anyone to disobey him. He has a strange set of rules of life. No matter who he is, if he violates the rules he makes, there is only one way."

"How's that?" Zhang Yang's heart tightened.

"dead!"

Wang Yan gently said a word of "dead". I don't know why. Zhang Yang inexplicably thought of the long-haired middle-aged man's imposing power and the domineering battleship between the waving warship. He has a psychological pressure.

"My father, not gentle, not considerate, let alone accommodating, but many women love him so much that someone has been alone for eighteen years and has been waiting for him to return, and I also know , At least eight more women are waiting for my father to return. "

Wang Yan's eyes are full of a kind of obscurity. If Wang Yan did not say her father, she would definitely be jealous.

"It seems that there are still a lot of silly women in this world." Zhang Yang sighed.

"Stupid? Hahaha ... haha ​​..." Wang Yan chuckled, slowly, seemingly unable to control her emotions, and her voice laughed louder and louder.

"What's funny, a woman waits for a man to wait for eighteen years. Except in ancient times, in real life, even if there is, it should be very rare. Being able to wait for eighteen years is not stupid. What? Are you stupid? "

"Hee hee, if Aunt Bing and Aunt Lan knew that you said they were stupid, they didn't know what to think ..." Wang Yan laughed.

"That's it. A woman should pursue her own happiness, not stupidity." Zhang Yang's modern ideological education, he does not think that it is normal for a woman to wait for a man for 18 years, and use psychology to analyze it. This sub-woman is definitely suffering from severe mental illness.

"Zhang Yang, you will understand later. I tell you now that you will not understand. There are many silly women in this world, but definitely not my mother and Auntie Lan, Auntie Bing, Auntie Weiwei, you think, The president of Daqin International will be a stupid woman? Do you think that the vice chairman of the board of directors of Baiyun Group will be a stupid woman? Do you think that the sole heir of Yan's Enterprise is a stupid woman? Do you think that aunty and cruel woman like Aunt Nana is stupid woman?"

Wang Yan gently twisted Zhang Yang's ears, and faced Zhang Yang face to face. Zhang Yang felt the breath of blue and the virgin fragrance of the soft body.

"You talk, these women are your father's confidante?" Zhang Yang stared at Wang Yan with a stare. Every name that Wang Yan said was a sultry character.

Looking at Zhang Yang ’s surprised expression, Wang Yan made a seductive gesture, gently put out her pink tongue and licked it in Zhang Yang ’s open mouth. This provocative movement made Zhang Yang's blood surge, and Wang became confused. Yan was just a dragonfly, and immediately pushed away.

"No, not a confidant." Wang Yan coquettishly caught Zhang Yang's somewhat restless hand, coquettishly.

"What's that ..." Zhang Yang racked his brains and couldn't think of one.

"It's a wife, my father, there are many, many wives ..."

"flutter……"

Zhang Yang almost fell and fell under the sofa. This is incredible. This is a shocking thing for a five-good young man born in New China and growing up in Red. A man has several wives. Zhang Yang wonders if he is back. Feudal society.

"Why?" Wang Yan looked at Zhang Yang with winking eyes.

"No ... no ... what are you doing ..." Zhang Yang sat upright.

"In the past, this kind of behavior and incomprehension of my father was even harder to understand for my aunts. Now, I understand ..."

A faint sorrow suddenly appeared on Wang Yan's face, and Zhang Yang's heart was broken.

Influenced by the love of his parents, Zhang Yang's thoughts on the relationship between men and women have always been constrained by moral concepts. He always believes that if one loves another, he should go from one to the other. This is where Zhang Yang is now tangled.

Parental affection plays a vital role in publicity.

Zhang Yang is insignificant.

Publicity.

Even more, Zhang Yang is lascivious.

However, Zhang Yang has always confined himself to a moral category, unable to break through, and never thought of breaking through.

His faint love for Xiao Yiran is similar to secret love to certain relationship.

To Wang Yan, it is an intuitive favorite.

Finally, Liu An and others, Zhang Yang is a reflection of the possession of a normal man.

On the contrary, Zhang Yang was most concerned about Nana. It was a woman who let his soul linger, and a woman who impressed him. The smile made Zhang Yang upset.

Zhang Yang couldn't let it go the most, that lonely old dream, the white-haired dream.

It seemed that the dream could not let her go, he couldn't stand a woman who liked and liked himself all his life.

If you want to choose, Zhang Yang would rather choose Nana ...

"What do you want?"

Wang Yan stuck to Zhang Yang's body again, and her plump chest squeezed tightly on Zhang Yang's body. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang was tangled by her feelings, her brows were locked, and she didn't notice the boundless temptation of spring.

"I can't do it." Zhang Yang shook his head thoughtfully.

"What can't be done?" Wang Yan reached into Zhang Yang's clothes and stroked Zhang Yang's crisscrossed wounds with a pity on her face.

"I can't be like your father. Even if I do, there are people who don't want to." Zhang Yang thought of Nana's frosty face, that decisive face.

"Zhang Yang, what if I don't demand those nihilistic names?" Wang Yan smiled slyly.

"..." Zhang Yang was stunned.

"Zhang Yang, you will understand in the future, you will understand ..." Wang Yan murmured with her eyes closed, kissed Zhang Yang's lips gently, and put her tongue into Zhang Yang's mouth. Zhang Yang felt Wang Yan's body changed. It was stiff and trembling. After all, Wang Yan was an unmanned woman. Although she was constantly provocative and provocative, she was extremely tense, her muscles were tight, and she felt like an electric shock.

Zhang Yang's tongue entangled involuntarily ...

(To be continued)