MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 514 Goodbye little monk

selfish!

Hearing the words "selfish" by Zhang Yang, the young monk suddenly fell into a long silence. It seemed that these two words penetrated his invisible heart like a sharp thorn.

"Say! I know, the whereabouts of Jin Jia Da Han is always under your control." Zhang Yang's voice was cold, full of Xiao Xiaoqi.

"I won't say." The little monk's tone was firm.

"Let ’s say you decide. In short, if I do n’t get an answer tomorrow, I will destroy all your plans. You know, I have this ability. Do n’t force me, do n’t force me to come together with that big man. ! "

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

"If you don't evade me, I naturally won't doubt it, but you are too calm, and in the face of aliens that may endanger humanity as a whole, you are the only intelligent program on the planet to ignore it. Obviously, this is It does not conform to the law. Besides, during the global financial turmoil, steel and non-ferrous metals actually went crazy up. I believe this is no accident. "

"Yes, the young monk is avoiding you, but the young monk has difficulties." The young monk was depressed.

"No matter what kind of distress you have, at this time tomorrow, I want to know the result. If you do n’t give me the result, I will look for the target through the steel channel, and I will use all my strength to destroy the entire human interconnection, so that only Being in a corner can paralyze your plans. "

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

"Little monk, don't ignore my wisdom. I have rarely used wisdom to deal with things now, because I find that violence is easier to solve problems, but it does not mean that I have lost my ability to think. Well, 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 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 her forties who was almost forty years old, but looked like a woman in her twenties. This woman had not only amazing charm, but also ordinary girls No elegance, add a touch of mature woman charm.

"When will Hao Hao come back?" Lin Xueyi's pair of fair hands clenched tightly on the desk, very hard, and she could see that she was very nervous.

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

"He, he ... is he alright?" Lin Xueyi's voice was shaking, two lines of tears shed silently.

"He is very good, very good. He misses you very much. He will bring you glory and wealth, and of course, wealth that you cannot imagine."

"No ... those are not important, what is important is that he comes back, he comes back ..."

"Yes, Miss Lin, I'm sorry to rest you, I'm very sorry."

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

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yang stooped and bowed, and strode out of the meteor, 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 small and could not see the features. However, it can be discerned that the sculpture is a male surname, with flying hair, and that hair seems to contain a powerful life. Even if the sculpture gives a fluttering vitality ...

Late at night.

Zhang Yang walked alone on the street. This is one of the cities he grew up in, and the city of his four-year university, but he has an inexplicable loneliness.

Suddenly found that after living in this city for four years, he just made a friend.

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

For women, Zhang Yang found that he always thought that he was afraid to face women because of inferiority, and now he found that it was the pride in his bones, the indifference in his bones, that no woman could conquer his heart, except Nana, Nana did not conquer him because of Nana's beauty and passion, but Nana conquered him because they were the same person.

lonely!

indifferent!

Unconsciously, Zhang Yang actually came to his own school: College of Arts and Sciences.

Looking at the slightly chilled door, Zhang Yang suddenly felt warm. Here, there were people who cared about him, or people he cared about.

The janitor.

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

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

...

Zhang Yang knocked on the door next to the doorman's room rhythmically. In the years of studying, he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and the old man would always open the door for them the first time. Now Zhang Yang prays, hoping that today is the old man on duty.

"Who?"

"It's me." Zhang Yang's inexplicable excitement was the voice of the old man.

"Little bunny, isn't it you, is it me? The ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night." The old man scolded and opened the door grinningly.

"Old man." Zhang Yang stood at the door and looked at the old man. The little hair on the bald head of the old man had completely changed from gray to white, but the old man's skinny body seemed to be very mental.

"If you look at it, you know that you will make fun of the old man's hair, and tell you that the old man's body is still tough." The old man didn't feel strange about Zhang Yang's sudden appearance. It appears a bit abnormal underneath.

"Old man, do you have bread?"

"hungry?"

"hungry!"

The old man shoved out a white plastic bag from the drawer, took out a layer of bread from the inside, and handed it to Zhang.

Zhang Yang took the bread and sniffed it carefully with his nose. It didn't seem to be very tasty, so he must not eat it.

"It's okay, only four days, the shelf life is seven days." The old man quickly opened his heart.

"..."

Zhang Yang glanced at the above shelf life, which had passed eleven days, that is to say, the old man should be a special product bought on the last day of the shelf life.

Zhang Yang didn't speak, took a bite, and felt the slightly deteriorated taste of the bread, as if back to the era of reading ...

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

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

"What about Liu Biao?"

"I didn't come back, it was over gz." Zhang Yang tore the bread little by little and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you. I am too old. Hey, I should retire ..." The old man said later, his voice became lonely.

"Well, you're going to retire too. Your life is short and short."

Zhang Yang's words were like a nightmare.

"Zhang Yang, I won't go to work next semester, huh, I will be my hometown. If you have time, go and see my bad old man."

"Oh, yes."

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

"You're 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 countryside, and you are going to retire. This is what I gave you. Do n’t be too much, not too little. In short, this money is for you. Yes, you take your aunt to the countryside to enjoy your old age ... "Zhang Yang took out the checkbook and signed a check.

"No ... Zhang Yang, who do you think the old man is, no, absolutely not ..." The old man hurriedly rushed away, holding off the check handed by Zhang Yang.

"Oh, old man, do n’t quit, yes, it ’s not good to give you too much money. If a family has too much money, it will cause trouble. I will give you another one, and you donate this to the school. Renovate that library, add a little bit of information equipment ... "

"Zhang Yang ..."

"Old man, if you quit, you just look down on me, and you know that Zhang Yang is now a billionaire, haha, okay, old man, goodbye!"

"……Goodbye……"

...

Just when the old man was stunned, Zhang Yang had disappeared under the dim street light, as if Zhang Yang had never been there. Looking out the window, there were only a few rotating leaves on the street. The old man inexplicably fought a cold war ... ...

Subconsciously, the old man glanced at two checks.

Ten million.

two millions.

The old man shook his hands, two checks fell to the ground, and he quickly opened the door to chase them out. Zhang Yang had long disappeared ...

...

"Liu Biao, is it Liu Biao?"

"Um ... who ... Uncle Biao is sleeping and will fight again tomorrow."

"Slap!" Liu Biao hung up the phone and touched a pair of plump and delicate ** on one hand, making a satisfied humming sound.

"Beep ... beep ..." The telephone rang again.

"The dog said, who are you? Calling in the middle of the night and letting people not sleep ?! Believe it or not I asked someone to hack you!" Liu Biao pinched a handful of plump * around him *, Suddenly [***] jumped out of bed and picked up the phone fiercely.

"You ... you ... you little bunny ..." The old man shivered with anger.

"Old man ..." Liu Biao shook his exploding muscles, wiping the sweat from his face.

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

"Cough ... accidental injury, accidental injury ... I thought it was a nuisance call in the hotel. Hey, there are a lot of adults, so don't get to know people like Liu Biao ..." Liu Biao held the phone in his face He laughed.

"Hum, remember this account first, and ask, how has Zhang Yang been doing recently?"

"very good."

...

The morning sun seems to emit a golden light, and the entire city of C is like a layer of gold. Compared with the fast pace of the coast, people in city C still live slowly, whether they are at work or doing business. .

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

"Well ..." Zhang Yang knocked on the door.

(To be continued)