The Road to Slaying God

Suddenly, Zhang Yang remembered that he didn't know Aunt Yan's phone number. Immediately, Zhang Yang thought of Noble City, but he immediately rejected it. Noble City was not at work at this time, and no one would answer the phone.

Watching Zhang Yang's frantic dialing, Liu Biao was a little at a loss. He didn't understand what happened to make Zhang Yang fall into such a crazy state.

After dialing several numbers in his memory, the message showed that the phone was turned off. At this time, Zhang Yang slowly regained his composure. Being anxious now was of no use. He had to keep his head clear first.

Liu Biao was surprised to find that the blood-red eyes of Zhang Yang at first became clear again, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing had happened. Liu Biao couldn't help but feel a little sluggish. Zhang Yang was acting strange now, and he couldn't help but doubt this. Whether a person is Zhang Yang or not, it seems that the Zhang Yang in the past has become farther and farther away from him. The guy with a wretched face, as timid as a mouse but as cowardly as a coward, slowly disappeared, replaced by the iron-blooded, cold-hearted, Zhang Yang is a murderous but thoughtful person...

"Liu Biao, let's get out of here." Finally, Zhang Yang stood up and began to sort out some things in the room, very carefully and methodically.

"What are you doing?" Liu Biao glanced at the gray sky outside.

"I need to find a house. I have something very important that I can't explain. Let's go!" Zhang Yang threw his backpack to Liu Biao, opened the door and walked out.

"Zhang Yang, I find that you have changed. I don't recognize you less and less." Liu Biao followed behind.

"Actually, I am no longer Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang sighed.

"Ah...then...then who are you?" Liu Biao couldn't help but feel a little creepy and stammered. He really believed that this person was not Zhang Yang.

"I'm from the nano-planet. I've taken over Zhang Yang's body. Now, Zhang Yang's limbs and brain are all controlled by me..."

"Damn it, why didn't you say you came from another world?" Liu Biao was furious and punched Zhang Yang's wound.

"Ouch...Brother Biao, can you avoid the wound?" Zhang Yang jumped in pain, Liu Biao's punch was not light.

"I wonder if you still dare to fool your uncle Biao."

"Don't dare, don't dare... next time I say it's time travel, not say it's from nano stars..."

…

Looking at Zhang Yang who was walking in front and huddled up in pain, Liu Biao suddenly felt a warmth. Zhang Yang was still the same Zhang Yang, and the two of them stayed up late at the bar to read online novels. It was a happy time, and Zhang Yang and Liu Biao were both the same. They became obsessed with online novels almost at the same time, and they were particularly fond of time-travel novels. At that time, the two of them always kept saying "I'm going to time-travel, and I'm going to another world to pick up girls!".

In fact, the two first formed a friendship while reading books together.

Liu Biao believes that no matter how Zhang Yang changes, their friendship will not change. Women's friendship is before marriage, and men's friendship is for life. In fact, in life, it is difficult to find a few true confidants. When you find one When the time comes, they will cherish it more. The friendship between real men, as long as it is not the revenge of killing the father and seizing the wife, is generally difficult to break.

Zhang Yang may still have some respect for women, but in Liu Biao's eyes, a woman is worth two hundred oceans a night, it's that simple. Of course, Uncle Biao's ideal is to look for five hundred oceans a night, two hundred oceans a night. It seems to damage his image as Uncle Biao.

After checking out, the two asked the owner of the hotel and found out that there was a bar nearby. They bought a large bag of steamed buns, steamed buns and milk at a breakfast shop and went straight to the bar.

There were not many people around at this time. They were just a few late-nighters with sallow faces, but everyone was still in high spirits. They were either reading or playing games, or chatting on QQ and trying to hook up with a few lonely sisters.

The two of them found a machine each, and Liu Biao immediately logged in to his new QQ number and started playing backgammon. According to Zhang Yang, Liu Biao rarely won when playing backgammon. I remember one time when I was in the bar, Zhang Yang watched Liu Biao play backgammon, and Liu Biao He actually lost thirty-seven games in a row. Zhang Yang was completely speechless. What depressed Zhang Yang the most was that Liu Biao refused to allow him to give advice and nailed him to death with the words "A true gentleman watching chess without speaking".

Zhang Yang turned on the machine, took a bite of a steamed bun in his mouth and started sending a message on various forums.

"I'm Zhang Yang, looking for a young monk."

This is the only way Zhang Yang can think of now. Only the young monk can contact Aunt Yan. Of course, at this time, Zhang Yang is no longer as anxious as he was at the beginning. The girl is far away in Yanjing, and there is nothing he can do if he is anxious. What's more, Even if you contact Aunt Yan, what should happen will still happen. After all, distant water cannot save nearby fire.

Zhang Yang believed that the little monk's wisdom program must know that he was contacting him.

This time, Zhang Yang was also testing to see how powerful the young monk was.

At the same time, it is also determined whether the little monk is an intelligent program. Zhang Yang has always been curious. Computers have been popularized in humans for decades. Twenty years ago, some people predicted that intelligent programs would appear in humans. Unfortunately, , human beings have never made any achievements in intelligent programming. The sudden appearance of the little monk made Zhang Yang full of curiosity. He met the little monk several times, but he never had a good chat with him. If the little monk could come today, Zhang Yang decided to have a good chat with the young monk.

I wonder how many secrets this smart program knows?

Zhang Yang prayed secretly, hoping that the little monk would appear soon.

"Boom boom..."

An endless desert appeared on the computer screen, and the spreading desert was like a undulating wheat field... However, there was a huge roaring sound in this beautiful scenery, and Zhang Yang quickly adjusted the sound of the headphones to the minimum.

Slowly, a small black dot appeared in the distance of the desert, and the small dot slowly expanded...

expand……

Finally, Zhang Yang saw it clearly. It was a huge racing car. It looked like a racing car from a distance, but up close, Zhang Yang thought it should be a construction machinery that was more suitable. It had huge tires. Referring to some plants nearby, this The tires of a racing car are almost as tall as a person.

"Gah..." There was a harsh braking sound, and the racing car stopped. Seeing the little monk jumping out of the huge cab with a proud look on his face, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little depressed. This guy always comes with tricks, not a motorcycle. It’s a sports car, and now I’ve got a huge racing car. I wonder if I can take out those two large kitchen knives today...

"Chi...!" While Zhang Yang was staring at the little monk, suddenly, the little monk raised his hand and a huge kitchen knife flew towards him. The scene was so lifelike that Zhang Yang suddenly dodged and almost fell. A somersault.

"Hahaha... Congratulations!" The little monk smiled with a smile on his face, wearing an ancient robe, with his hands behind his back, and walked to the front of the screen nondescriptly.

"Congratulations for what?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned.

"Congratulations, you are still alive!" the little monk chuckled.

"..."

"Tell me, what are you looking for?" The little monk's face suddenly changed, and he said with a murderous look: "In this world, no one can summon me except one person. If you don't tell me a reason today, I will kill you." Nine tribes!”

"I'm looking for Aunt Yan..." Looking at the murderous intent on the little monk's face, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a creepy feeling. Zhang Yang didn't understand why he was afraid of an intelligent program. It seemed that this fear came from his very special A sensitive sixth sense.

"Who is Aunt Yan?" The little monk was stunned and scratched his head. The fierce look just now suddenly disappeared, and now he looked like a cute cartoon doll.

"...I don't know either. Her daughter opened a clothing store in Province H. The store's name is Noble City. I want you to check her phone number for me."

"Oh...Sister Xia...what do you want to see her for?" the little monk asked doubtfully with a look of understanding on his face.

"Something happened to her daughter in Yanjing..."

"What? Something happened to Wang Yan, or is she still in Yanjing? What are you doing, Xiao Zhu?" The little monk was furious. Murderous intent actually overflowed from the computer, and the screen went black and suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the screen that suddenly went black, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned. This was not the little monk's style. Generally, the little monk was very particular about pomp and circumstance every time he appeared and ended. He never disappeared as suddenly as he did now.

Could it be that the young monk knew Aunt Yan and Wang Yan?

Well, they should know each other. At least, the young monk should know Aunt Yan, because since the young monk knows about Maimaiti, there is no reason why he should not know about Aunt Yan. However, judging from the young monk’s reaction just now, the young monk and Aunt Yan’s relationship The relationship is obviously better than Maimaiti.

Zhang Yang didn't touch the computer. He believed that the young monk would definitely come again.

Waiting is the most anxious thing. Zhang Yang is very patient and even walks behind Liu Biao to watch the battle. Liu Biao loses as always. However, although he has been defeated repeatedly, his ambition is Even Zhang Yang had to admire his strength.

Zhang Yang was contentedly watching Liu Biao play backgammon, but he didn't know that his summoning of the young monk had caused a huge commotion in the capital. Now, it was still six o'clock in the morning, and almost the entire capital was in shock. The black and white lines were updated. It's a storm.

Things are about to change!

Everything is because of Wang Yan, a pure yet complicated girl. She has a father who dominates the world...

(To be continued)