The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang felt a burning sensation in his palms.

Slowly, slowly, Zhang Yang released his palm, and seven bullets were clearly visible.

"Miss Wang, aren't you afraid of shooting me to death?" Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was really scared just now. Now his heart is still beating wildly. At such a close distance, even if he can "The Immortal Road" also gave him a feeling of extreme danger. In fact, the strong are not omnipotent. If a sudden attack is launched without predicting the danger, it is very easy to be sniped. This is also The reason why Sasaki's sniper rifle formation can hunt strong men, resisting one or a hundred bullets does not mean it can resist a thousand bullets...

"Ah...I...I didn't think about it..." Wang Yan's face suddenly changed color, and she opened her mouth wide and looked at the gun in her hand in horror. A trace of fear spread throughout her body. If she had accidentally killed Zhang Yang just now, then, then...

"..."

Looking at the dumbfounded Wang Yan and taking a look at Wang Yan's plump jade peaks, Zhang Yang could only be speechless. He wanted to scold "big breasts and no brains". Of course, this was just a thought. If he scolded him, he would probably be scolded immediately. Hundreds of bullets were fired at him, and women were unreasonable when it came to their brains and breasts.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay!" Wang Yan threw away the gun, patted her plump chest with her small hands, and then kept checking Zhang Yang's face with her hands. Seeing that Zhang Yang was okay, Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss, if something happens, I will be dead."

"Aren't you still alive and well? I'm so excited. I didn't expect that after cultivating "The Immortal Path", I can really withstand bullets. Unfortunately, I am not suitable for cultivating!" Wang Yan pouted.

"Yeah, you are really different when you are excited. You shoot when you are excited." Zhang Yang put seven bullets into the ashtray, and Wang Yan carefully wiped off the stains on his palms.

"I'm sorry, it's not enough for me to apologize to you. I'll kiss you..." Wang Yan's soft red lips gently touched Zhang Yang's face, and her own face immediately blushed to her neck.

"Do you understand now?" Zhang Yang looked at the pretty face in front of him.

"Understand what?" Wang Yan was stunned.

"You like me just because I practice "The Immortal Way" to attract women. It's not because you really like me as a person..." There was some disappointment in Zhang Yang's tone. Winning the favor of women through martial arts is not What Zhang Yang wants to see is the main reason why he has never dared to get close to women. In fact, this is also the main reason for his psychological disorder.

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

"..."

"Zhang Yang, no matter what the reason is, if I like you, I just like you. Why should I care about the kind of like? If it is your kung fu that makes me like you, is there any difference between me liking you?"

"Don't you all like it?" Wang Yan paused and asked in a more serious tone.

"You don't need a reason to like someone. Besides, you have a reason for me to like you, so why bother thinking about that? Zhang Yang, do you know my father?"

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

"My father is a chauvinist. He doesn't allow anyone to disobey his will. He has a weird set of rules for life. No matter who violates the rules he set, there is only one way."

"How is it?" Zhang Yang's heart tightened.

"die!"

Wang Yan softly said the word "death". For some reason, Zhang Yang inexplicably thought of the aura of the long-haired middle-aged man looking down on the world and the domineering attitude of the battleship being wiped out with a wave of his hand. This "death" actually gave He creates a psychological pressure.

"My father is not gentle or considerate, let alone accommodating. However, there are many women who love him deeply. There are even some who have been single for him for eighteen years and have been waiting for his return. Moreover, I also know , there are at least eight more women waiting for my father to come back."

Wang Yan's eyes were filled with a misty look. If Wang Yan hadn't talked about her father, she would have definitely become jealous.

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

"Silly? Hahahaha...haha..." Wang Yanyan chuckled. Slowly, as if she couldn't control her emotions, her voice became louder and louder.

"What's so funny? A woman waits for a man for eighteen years. Except in ancient times, in real life, even if there is one, it should be very rare. People who can wait for eighteen years are not stupid, so what? Are you stupid?"

"Hehe, if Auntie Bing, Auntie Lan and others know that you call them fools, I don't know what they will think..." Wang Yan said with a smile.

"That's how it is. A woman should pursue her own happiness instead of waiting stupidly." Zhang Yang received modern ideological education. He did not think that it was normal behavior for a woman to wait for a man for eighteen years. He used psychology to analyze it. , this kind of classification of women is definitely suffering from serious mental illness.

"Zhang Yang, you will understand in the future. I am telling you now that you will not understand. There are many stupid women in this world, but they are definitely not my mother, Aunt Lan, Aunt Bing, and Aunt Weiwei. Do you think, Will the president of Daqin International be a stupid woman? Do you think the vice chairman of the board of directors of Baiyun Group will be a stupid woman? Do you think the only heir to Yan's enterprise is a stupid woman? Do you think a cold-hearted woman like Aunt Nana is a stupid woman? woman?"

Wang Yan gently pinched Zhang Yang's ears and faced Zhang Yang face to face. Zhang Yang felt the orchid breath and the virgin fragrance emanating from the soft body.

"Tell me, these women are all your father's confidantes?" Zhang Yang stared at Wang Yan dumbfounded. Every name Wang Yan mentioned was a powerful figure.

Looking at Zhang Yang's surprised expression, Wang Yan made a seductive move, gently stretched out her pink tongue and licked Zhang Yang's open mouth. This provocative move made Zhang Yang's blood surge up and he was confused for a while, and Wang Yan Yan Que just made a quick splash and immediately pushed Zhang Yang away.

"No, not a confidante." Wang Yan seduced Zhang Yang's restless hand and said seductively.

"What is that..." Zhang Yang racked his brains and couldn't think of a reason.

"It's the wife. My father had many, many wives..."

"flutter……"

Zhang Yang almost fell under the sofa. This was incredible. For a young man who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, it was really shocking how many wives a man had. Zhang Yang wondered if he had returned to Feudal society.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yan looked at Zhang Yang with charming eyes.

"No...no...nothing..." Zhang Yang sat upright.

"In the past, it was hard for me to understand my father's behavior, and it was even harder for me to understand my aunts. Now, I understand..."

A hint of sadness suddenly appeared on Wang Yan's face, which made Zhang Yang heartbroken.

Influenced by his parents' love, Zhang Yang's thoughts on the relationship between men and women have always been constrained by moral concepts. He always believes that if a person loves another person, he should stay together until the end. This is where Zhang Yang is struggling now.

Parents' love plays a vital role in Zhang Yang's thinking.

Publicity is vulgar.

Promote male chauvinism.

Even, publicity and lust.

However, Zhang Yang has always constrained himself within a moral category, unable to break through, and has never thought about breaking through.

His love for Xiao Yiran is hazy, similar to a secret love to a confirmed relationship.

I have an intuitive liking for Wang Yan.

In the end, Liu An and others, Zhang Yang and others are all manifestations of a normal man's possessive desire.

But it was Nana who worried Zhang Yang the most. She was a woman who haunted him in his dreams and was unforgettable in his heart. Her every smile made Zhang Yang fascinated.

What Zhang Yang couldn't let go of the most was that dream, that dream of loneliness and old age, that dream of gray hair.

It seemed that she could never let go of that dream, and he couldn't bear the thought of a woman who he liked and liked himself living alone for the rest of his life.

If he had to choose, Zhang Yang would rather choose Nana...

"What are you thinking about?"

Wang Yan clung to Zhang Yang's body again, her plump breasts squeezing tightly against Zhang Yang's body. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang was entangled in his own feelings, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't even notice the boundless temptation of spring scenery.

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

"What can't be done?" Wang Yan put her hand into Zhang Yang's clothes, caressed Zhang Yang's criss-crossed wounds, and said with a look of pity.

"I can't be like your father. Even if I want to, there will be people who won't." Zhang Yang thought of Nana's cold face, that decisive face.

"Zhang Yang, what if I don't ask for those empty status?" Wang Yan smiled slyly.

"..." Zhang Yang was stunned.

"Zhang Yang, you will understand in the future, you will understand..." Wang Yan closed her eyes slightly and murmured, kissed Zhang Yang's lips tenderly, and stuck her tongue into Zhang Yang's mouth. Zhang Yang felt Wang Yan's body change. She felt stiff and trembling. After all, Wang Yan was an untouched woman. Although she kept taking the initiative to tease and show off, she was extremely nervous and her muscles were tense. It felt like an electric shock. It was an indescribable feeling.

Zhang Yang's tongue couldn't help but tangle with hers...

(To be continued)