The Road to Slaying God

"Please, I won!" Zhang Yang emphasized, his head a little big.

"Hmm, it's our Master Zhangyang Slok who won, haha!" Liu Biao grabbed some jewelry placed on the marble coffee table, and after making a haha, he calculated in his head how much he should lose for one loss and less than three weeks. grams of gold to him.

"Did you really win?" Wang Yan opened her eyes wide with an expression of disbelief. This victory came too suddenly. She originally thought that Zhang Yang would not lose too badly, but she actually won. It was incredible. Got it!

"He won!" Mr. Zhou, who was originally frustrated and silent, suddenly smiled and admitted that he had lost.

"Wow... Zhang Yang, you are so awesome... Bo...!"

Wang Yan hugged Zhang Yang fiercely and kissed Zhang Yang hard on the face... Suddenly, the entire hall became quiet, and all eyes fell on the two of them.

"Ah..." At this moment, Wang Yan realized that something was wrong with the situation, and suddenly her face turned red with embarrassment. She quickly covered her face with her hands and hid it behind Zhang Yang.

There was resentment, envy, jealousy, resentment... All kinds of eyes were focused on Zhang Yang.

Who is Wang Yan?

Although everyone here is pursuing Wang Yan's idea, hoping to get the beauty and the wealth of the enemy country, no one has really won Wang Yan's favor. Such an intimate initiative just now is simply unbelievable. Normally, , it is not easy even to touch Wang Yan's fingers, let alone to think of her taking the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

Among these eyes, Zhang Yang didn't notice that there was also a pair of resentful eyes. It was Xue Lian. Xue Lian looked at Wang Yan hiding behind Zhang Yang with a girlish look, and the dazzling lip marks on Zhang Yang's face. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable feeling. Lost, feeling empty in my heart, like a boat floating in the sea, without support... Just when Aze and Liu Biao thought Zhang Yang would blush, Zhang Yang made a very unexpected move.

"Go and have a rest, this is a man's battle!" Zhang Yang gently patted Wang Yan's shoulder. Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, gently wiped off the traces of lipstick for Zhang Yang with a tissue, and then, Demonstrating, he raised his chin to Mr. Zhou, raised his white fist and shook it, with an expression of triumph as a villain, which made Zhang Yang's forehead sweat with cold sweat.

"Let's continue!" Zhang Yang's eyes fell on Mr. Zhou.

"No, Slok, I'm no match for you!" Mr. Zhou glanced at Wang Yan's graceful back, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Not an opponent!

Everyone's thoughts were immediately pulled back by Mr. Zhou's words, and they all looked at Mr. Zhou in disbelief. Is this Mr. Zhou? Is this what Mr. Zhou said?

Not only them, but also Zhang Yang, who looked calm on the outside, was shocked in his heart.

A person like Mr. Zhou, if he is not a great annihilator of evil, is definitely a talent, or a hero. You must know that a person who has strong confidence in himself will not give up easily, especially Mr. Zhou's It takes a lot of courage for Locke to admit defeat when his skills are far beyond those of Zhang Yang.

After all, although Mr. Zhou lost a round, it does not mean that he really lost. Whether it is according to Slok's rules or the rules of the casino, it is impossible to determine the winner or lose in one round. Now, Mr. Zhou said he lost, and Very determined. In other words, Mr. Zhou has given up on trying to save face for himself from Slok.

How much courage does this take?

Zhang Yang doesn’t know, but Zhang Yang knows that ordinary people can never do it. Many gamblers lose money because they have confidence in themselves and never give up. In fact, after making a bet, never giving up means It is not a good spirit to never give up on the gambling table without losing everything. This kind of spirit means more complete failure!

At the same time, Zhang Yang understood that the seeds he had planted at the beginning had lost their effect, and hypnosis could no longer be carried out. Since Mr. Zhou gave up on Slok, it meant that the shadow of failure in Slok's game had completely lost its effect. What's more, Zhang Yang's hypnosis has just taken the critical first step, and some subsequent processes have not yet begun. After the competition is cancelled, his hypnosis will end.

The game that was finally created was easily broken by Mr. Zhou!

At this time, Zhang Yang really started to pay attention to Mr. Zhou. After Zhang Yang obtained the memories and thoughts of countless elites, Zhang Yang often had the illusion of being superior and treating ordinary people like ants.

"In this way, I can't continue to bet on Slok. I am not your opponent. Let's choose something else. You are a guest, and I gave up Slok. You have the right to choose the projects you are good at, such as, Chess, calligraphy, sculpture, weightlifting, judo, taekwondo, kickboxing..."

Mr. Zhou talked about a series of competition events. Zhang Yang finally understood the role of this place. This place is completely a place for betting on competitions. This is Mr. Zhou’s territory, because Mr. Zhou can beat this place in any event. Of course, this is anyone's guess.

In fact, Zhang Yang's guess was already very close. This was the reason why Li Tiexiang and his group were hostile to Mr. Zhou. This group of dandy boys and social elites could not find the slightest sense of accomplishment in Mr. Zhou's territory. Gradually, they formed a They are polarized. Some people claim to be a little powerful, or they are noble people who have drawn a clear line with Mr. Zhou. Another part entered Mr. Zhou's social circle... Of course, this also involves their respective families and industries, as well as the friendship with the older generation. It is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

calligraphy!

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"Zhang Yang, calligraphy! Calligraphy! Competing calligraphy!" Wang Yan, who was sitting far away, had been paying close attention. When she heard Mr. Zhou talking about calligraphy, she stood up and shouted excitedly.

Apparently, Wang Yan considers Zhang Yang’s calligraphy to be her strong point.

Zhang Yang frowned and glanced at Wang Yan who stood up and yelled. Wang Yan's head immediately dropped. She knew Zhang Yang's personality from the last time she had dinner in Noble City. Zhang Yang had already said at the beginning that this was a man's name. This means that she is just like eating on the table. She can no longer dominate. Silence is the best choice.

Seeing Wang Yan's dejected expression after being frowned upon by Zhang Yang, everyone was in a daze again. Is this the unruly and arrogant Wang Yan?

"Besides calligraphy, you can choose one, you can do whatever you want!" Zhang Yang looked at Mr. Zhou indifferently. He gave up calligraphy not because of Wang Yan, but because of art. You can't say who is good and who is bad. Wen Wudi One, Wuwu and the other, Wen already contains calligraphy. What's more, here, it will definitely be difficult to find a commentator who is professional but not selfish. Zhang Yang might as well give up on his own initiative.

"My choice?" Mr. Zhou's eyes lit up, and a burning fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

"This round, you choose!" Zhang Yang is not a fool. There is a limit to courtesy. If he gives up the right to choose in the future, he will undoubtedly be very passive. By saying a round, he gives face and regains the initiative.

"Okay, okay... I really have the style of a general. No wonder I am invincible in Zshi City. Since I have to choose, I won't be polite. Just now we competed with Slok's skills. I am ashamed of myself. Now, let's play Something mindless!" Mr. Zhou burst out laughing, and all the gloom about losing the Slok game disappeared.

"Say!" Zhang Yang glanced at the sports equipment on the field.

"I think the most no-brainer thing here would be weightlifting!"

As soon as Mr. Zhou finished speaking, he had already begun to unbutton his shirt and took off his silk shirt, which was already a little wet. The shirt embroidered with a dazzling silver dragon was hung on the hanger next to it. In fact, this shirt was The shirt made Zhang Yang very uncomfortable. Although the dragon was silver and was not dazzling when embroidered on the shirt, the embroidery was more eye-catching because it was a dragon that was breathing clouds and spitting out its fangs and claws.

The dragon is the totem of the Chinese nation and a spiritual symbol. Zhang Yang does not want to be worn by someone like Mr. Zhou who has an obviously dark mentality.

When Mr. Zhou took off his clothes, Zhang Yang, A Ze and Liu Biao couldn't help but their eyes lit up. This was an almost perfect body. The Chinese yellow skin and proper exposure to the sun gave it a healthy and elegant look. Smooth chestnut color, of course, perfect not only the well-maintained skin, but also the shining muscles.

Mr. Zhou's muscles are well-proportioned, like a flawless work of art, and his body shape is also the most standard inverted triangle for men, which can be called a model for men.

"Please!" Mr. Zhou stretched his limbs, with a trace of pride between his brows, and that strong confidence returned to his face.

Zhang Yang didn't make a sound. He slowly took off his black jacket, and then slowly took off his dark blue underwear. Slowly, Zhang Yang's skin was exposed to the air... Slowly, the whole audience The person's eyes began to change color, and an inexplicable palpitation rose in his heart.

Pairs of surprised eyes were fixed on Zhang Yang, and Wang Yan's eyes were full of regret. Even Xue Lian, who had seen Zhang Yang's upper body in the cave, had a trace of unbearability in his eyes.

(To be continued)