The Road to Slaying God

"You want to eat my cake?" Lu Fei took another bite, then turned to Du Xue and said, "Well, this cake is not bad, it tastes much better than last time at the Golden Rosa Bakery, remember next time, Just buy this."

"Brother Fei..."

Du Xue glanced at Zhang Yang, and immediately lowered her head, not knowing what to say, Lu Fei's tone made her in a dilemma.

"Hehe, you still read Sun Tzu's Art of War? That's not bad... Are you studying Sun Tzu's Art of War to pick up girls?" Behind Lu Fei's smiling face was full of teasing, as if he was mocking Zhang Yang's overestimation.

Zhang Yang closed the book and did not speak. He just stared at Lu Fei and took a deep breath. He tried his best to suppress the murderous intent in his body. For some reason, every time he saw Lu Fei, he felt a strong feeling. The desire to kill.

This desire far exceeds the last time on the train.

Blood was bleeding from Zhang Yang's gums, and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

"What's the matter, don't you like me?"

The corners of Lu Fei's mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a strange and sinister smile. This kind of smile made Zhang Yang feel like he was going crazy, and the strong murderous intent in his heart made his blood vessels burst.

I have to leave!

I have to leave!

Zhang Yang's lips were trembling constantly, and blood from the gums flowed out from the corner of his mouth...

Impressively, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. The body that was about to stand up seemed to be pressed down by a mountain. It was Lu Fei's hand. Lu Fei's slender and pale hand was placed on Zhang Yang's shoulder.

"Talk, don't go, it's not easy for us to meet once, haha."

A suffocating pressure shot out from Lu Fei's eyes. Suddenly, Zhang Yang seemed to see the shadow of another person in Lu Fei's eyes. Brother Seven, yes, Brother Seven, Brother Seven also made him feel this way This kind of pressure, although Lu Fei's pressure is far from comparable to that of Seventh Brother, but the feeling is surprisingly similar, the only difference is that Seventh Brother makes people feel very comfortable, a kind of lazy comfort, full of affinity.

There are similarities and differences between the two kinds of pressure. Lu Fei gives the pressure hard but shows his sharpness, while Qi Ge gives the pressure soft and makes you have to be influenced by him.

Zhang Yang never made a sound, and there seemed to be a flame beating in his eyes. This kind of gaze can only be possessed by cheetahs on the African savannah, and it only appears when cheetahs tear their prey apart.

"I heard from Xue'er that you are very powerful..."

Lu Fei didn't care about Zhang Yang's ferocious gaze, and still put his hands on Zhang Yang's shoulders. The nails on his slender fingers were very clean, emitting a special luster.

"Two classmates, this is the library!"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice interrupted Lu Fei's words. It was an old maid. When the old maid was speaking, Zhang Yang felt as if his chest was being pressed down by a rock. This feeling was very bad, like being pressed by a kind of An invisible force tugged at the nerves.

Similarly, Lu Fei also felt this discomfort. Lu Fei looked up at the librarian in surprise, and couldn't help but let go of the hand on Zhang Yang's shoulder.

"If you want to chat, please leave!" The old woman still had that indifferent expression.

"Okay, let's go out!"

Lu Fei was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly stood up laughing presumptuously, and walked out first. Zhang Yang also stood up with a livid face, his mind was blank now, he only had one thought, to kill this annoying person.

"Wait a minute." The old maid moved slightly to block Zhang Yang's path, and Lu Fei also stopped, looking at Zhang Yang with a sneer on his face.

"I'm sorry, please step aside, I'm a man, so I have to go out." Zhang Yang looked blank.

"..." The old maid was silent for a while, and then took a step back with a sigh. She didn't know whether to say it to Zhang Yang or Lu Fei: "You can be friends."

Zhang Yang didn't speak, but shook his head. He had an unexplainable dislike for Lu Fei. This dislike was like moths in his bones.

"Friend?" Lu Fei looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "He and I will never be friends, because we are natural enemies. Have you ever seen a snake and a frog make friends?"

"Yes, we are natural enemies!"

Zhang Yang nodded immediately. He very much agreed with Lu Fei's use of this word to describe the conflict between them. Only this sentence can properly describe his feelings. Natural enemies have no hatred. Natural enemies themselves are hatred, and no reason is needed. Zhang Yang felt exactly this way. He hated Lu Fei, his movements and smiles. Any slight movement of his would easily make him feel violent.

Of course, it would be a little exaggerated to say that Lu Fei and Zhang Yang are natural enemies, but in Zhang Yang's heart, a deep-rooted disgust has always filled his mind. He hates Lu Fei, and every time he sees him, he has the urge to kill.

Many times, Zhang Yang wondered if there was someone in his mind who had an enmity with Lu Fei, but judging by Lu Fei's student status and age, it seemed impossible.

But at this time, Du Xue seemed to be petrified. She couldn't figure out why things would develop like this, because there was no reason.

The old maid didn't speak this time, she took a step back, her slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and at this moment, Zhang Yang actually noticed this tiny movement, and suddenly found that the old maid just moved her eyebrows slightly, which made him Feeling amazed, Zhang Yang believed that an old maid was definitely a beauty when she was young, and she was a temperamental beauty.

Of course, this is just Zhang Yang's thoughts for a moment, he doesn't have time to think about it, now, he is going out of the library, although he doesn't know what will happen when he goes out, but he must go out, because Lu Fei is waiting at the door he. ;