The Road to Slaying God

Maintaining the status quo!

Soon, Zhang Yang made up his mind. Now, even if he says a word, it's easy to reveal flaws. After all, Du Xue and he have been with the school for a long time, and they have been dating for a while. They are very familiar with each other. A smile is easy to associate.

The only way is to always not recognize.

Of course, Zhang Yang himself didn't know that he rejected this woman in his subconscious. From the beginning, he felt a little like it, and then became disgusted by the depth of this woman's mind. Now, although Zhang Yang sympathizes with Du Xue, but more It is an aversion and rejection.

Zhang Yang is an old-fashioned man, and it is absolutely impossible to tolerate his women to fooling around on such a ship.

Whether for life or for others, the presence on this ship heralded a degeneration of spirit and even **. Looking at the wet face in the mirror, his eyebrows fluttered. Suddenly, he thought of what Du Xue loved deeply. Lu Fei, if Lu Fei did not follow the evil path, or Lu Fei did not die, why would Du Xue end up experiencing it?

Lu Fei, a genius-like character fell like a meteor. Except that he left an impression in the hearts of a very limited number of people, who would remember that peerless man with a slightly charming expression?

Lu Fei, the son of a senior official, Redi Li, the son of Maimaiti, Captain Sasaki, and the killer father and son, who is not a genius?

Suddenly, Zhang Yang suddenly discovered a strange fact, and found that genius characters are often easier to die than ordinary people ... Why is this so?

Why do you conclude that geniuses are more likely to die?

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang communicated with the reason. Obviously, genius characters carry more than ordinary people. No matter their dreams or ambitions, genius characters are much stronger than ordinary people. In this world, genius characters Not one or two. If you want to be in this society, you must work hard like Lu Fei and Reedi, and the result of the effort will have several extreme results, that is, collision with other geniuses ... When the tigers fight, there must be a wound.

"I will always be the last winner!"

The bright eyes in the mirror flashed a dazzling golden light, severely flung short hair on the faucet, and then slammed it. Water drops splashed and Zhang opened the door.

"Zhang Yang, I know it's you."

Du Xue leaned against the wall of the corridor. The bumpy body exuded a strong magic power, and her resentful look made people feel like they wanted to embrace her. Zhang Yang found that in such a short time just now, Du Xue has taken off her heavy makeup, and she has a beautiful face. A few strands of wet hair hang on the forehead like a hibiscus in the water. Zhang's heart can't help but jump. Du Xue's heavy makeup is more thrilling. Beauty.

"Sorry, you recognize the wrong person." Zhang Yang nodded politely and indifferently, controlling the heart and blood.

...

"Zhang Yang, it must be you, it must be you, I remember you, remember your life ..."

Watching the tall and personable back leave, Du Xue's mouth murmured mutteringly, she felt Zhang Yang's indifference that was thousands of miles away, and her psychology was aching, but unfortunately, there is no regret in the world The medicine is a mistake.

After leaving school, in order to forget Lu Fei, in order to ease the pain, and more for the pressure of life, Du Xue exhausted all the hardships and wandered to Japan, I thought he would find a good job in this paradise, but, She was disappointed ... What made her even more stubborn was that she always missed a person. She remembered the bits and pieces with this person, eating together, taking a walk together, and even remembering the wretched peeping eyes, Every time she thought of the insignificant voyeur, she would somehow laugh.

This person is Zhang Yang.

Du Xue repeatedly asked himself thousands of times, whether he likes Lu Fei or Zhang Yang. There is no answer to this question, because Lu Fei is dead and Zhang Yang has lost contact.

When she met Zhang Yang on the deck before, she was stagnant.

She never thought she would meet Zhang Yang in such an environment. Du Xue didn't want to avoid it. She had lost too much ... But Zhang Yang didn't want to know him at all.

Du Xue firmly believes that this person is Zhang Yang, especially the peeping eyes that begin to inadvertently appear. In this world, apart from Zhang Yang, he cannot find a second home.

...

Opening the door of the corridor, crazy music once again filled every publicity cell.

Just now I suddenly remembered some people who were dead, and saw Du Xue's resentful eyes, Zhang Yang could not help but have a little irritability, went to the small coffee table to hold the wine glass, poured a sharp sip, just prepared to turn around and pour wine at the bar, Suddenly, the blonde girl stood in front of him.

"I'm here to pour you wine." The girl's eyes were silky, and she smiled charmingly. The rootless white finger gently took the open glass. The body was extremely light, but it was not as big as k medicine.

Soon, the girl was holding two crystal glasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in her hand. A full bottle of red wine came through her arms with her arms. At this time, Zhang Yang saw that Du Xue also came to the bar. While drinking with the young man named Matsushita, his eyes were nothing special and very bland, which made Zhang Yang feel relieved. He was most worried now that Du Xue broke through his identity and caused unnecessary trouble.

In fact, no one in the entire bar noticed Zhang Yang, and everyone was immersed in extreme joy. They are a whole and an individual. It seems that there is no one beside them, not far from the bar. On a row of sofas, two women with the same last name had been undressed half-naked ... Zhang Yang thought he was just a passerby, and he didn't want to spoil the rotten party.

This gathering will not be the first time or the last time. He is not a policeman, and he has never stood on the moral high ground. His publicity is very special. For him, although he hates this kind of life, However, he did not deprive others of the right to choose this life.

"please!"

"please!"

After the girl poured a full cup for Zhang Yang, she lifted the cup a little bit drunk and dried it up. Zhang Yang looked at the huge crystal cup in her hands for a while. Was there such a drink?

"Drink, I'll drink first."

The girl did not know whether it was really drunk or fake drunk, and staggered with empty crystal glasses and open glass.

Until this time, Zhang Yang carefully looked at this blonde girl. The girl was in her early twenties, with a tall figure, blond hair covering her shoulders, and a purple pearl hanging from her ears, shaking constantly, giving Feeling very energetic.

The girls are amazingly beautiful, especially with a pair of dimples, and the smiles look particularly sweet.

However, it wasn't these that surprised Zhang Yang, but the faint hint of a very special breath that the girls faintly revealed. This kind of air is very familiar. It's a kind of self-confidence, and it's also a kind of feeling cultivated from a family environment.

Why does a person with this breath have this kind of erosive party?

And still this exposed dress?

Zhang Yang looked at the girl in low-waist pants and suspenders for a while, and forgot that a glass of wine was still in her hand.

"Well, you don't drink me." The girl gave Zhang Yang a glance, and seemed angry, and drank Zhang Yang's glass into her throat, drinking very fast.

"Drink it?"

The girl poured two more cups and looked at Zhang Yang with anger.

"I drink." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, took the cup and drank it.

"That's good. Someone finally drank with me."

When Zhang Yang drank, the girl was applauded happily, and then filled with Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang was too lazy to shirk it, and drank it all. For this low-grade red wine, Zhang Yang believed that even ten bottles would not matter.

You two and I have a glass. Soon, two bottles of red wine were drunk cleanly. The girl's face was already flushed and her body was crooked. Zhang Yang had to straighten her body to avoid leaning on herself. Body.

Although Zhang Yang is not a gentleman, in this environment, he still disdains the cheapness of a strange girl, not to mention the women who participate in this kind of erosion party.

"Are you afraid of me?" The girl lay on the sofa, biting an empty wine glass, and looked at Zhang Yang with disappointment.

"I'm afraid of you?" Zhang Yang frowned.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you?" Zhang Yang felt that the question was a bit inexplicable.

"Then why didn't you dare kiss me?" The girl was lying on the sofa, the plumpness of her chest was squeezed out of two white clusters, and she looked extremely dazzling in the dim light, full of fatal temptation.

(To be continued)