Chapter 173: Terrible realm

Zhang Yang, A Ze, and Liu Biao went all the way back to the rental house in silence.
From the beginning to the end, Aze and Liu Biao did not speak.
When the three sat on the sofa, there was a long silence, and Zhang Yang couldn't sit still. He had been waiting for Aze and Liu Biao to ask questions, but neither of them spoke.
It would be a bit unreasonable to say that Aze didn't speak, after all, Aze was a dumb person, but Liu Biao didn't speak.
Liu Biao is always a man who can't keep talking.
"You have nothing to ask?" Zhang Yang found that he had no patience, and had an inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
"Have!"
Liu Biao glanced at it, still gently wiping the sharp machete in his hand with a paper towel. The edge of the machete had a few gaps. Although it did not affect the battle, it was very unattractive.
"Why not ask?" Zhang Yang froze.
"I know, you must have a reason. If you are willing to tell us, you will naturally say, if you do n’t, you wo n’t say ..."
"..."
Zhang Yang has an urge to spit blood. When will Liu Biao be able to say such wise words?
"Let's go! I think you're also very distressed." Azer uttered a sentence that even made Zhang Yang vomit blood.
"Cough ... I asked you a word, do you like Brother Dao?" Zhang Yang asked with an awkward cough.
"Yes, a man with a surname." Azer played with his waist knife.
"Well, yes, it's a real man, a real big brother." Liu Biao nodded in agreement.
"Oh, it seems that everyone's opinions are very consistent, then, I ask, if you let the knife brother kill now, will you kill it?" Zhang Yang asked.
Suddenly, there was another silence in the room. This was a very real problem. Zhang Yang considered it for a long time, and he didn't get the answer.
In this regard, Zhang Yang remembered a word from the killer Li Bo.
"Never try to understand the target you are about to kill!"
At that time, Zhang Yang didn't take this sentence to heart. After all, killing a target should be better understood. Now, Zhang Yang understands the meaning of this sentence. For a killer, knowing his own assassination target is a very Painful suffering.
Just as now, if Zhang Yang didn't understand the brother, he would have no psychological burden to kill the brother, but now, in his mind, the brother is already a flesh-and-blood man, a man of love and principle, With this understanding, Zhang Yang can no longer start.
Every target of the killer is a living person with flesh and blood. They have their own lives, their own families, and most of the people who can make money for the killer have extraordinary personality charm. The more such people know, It is difficult to start, and it is easy for the killer to have contradictory psychology. In order to prevent this situation from happening, generally, the killer only remembers the law of his target life, rarely probes the target life circle, and avoids too much understanding of the target person Last name.
"It will kill!"
Suddenly, Liu Biao and A Ze spoke in unison.
"Ah ... why?" Zhang Yang paused. The answer should not come from Liu Biao's mouth. You must know that Liu Biao admires most characters like Dao.
"No reason, come out and mix, naturally there are not so many scruples. If you ca n’t start with an opponent you like to admire, then you are still a bird. However, if I kill the sword brother, I will be very unhappy in my life Brother, it ’s a real bastard. He represents countless dreams. In fact, he is also my dream ... "
"I agree!" Azer's answer was always concise.
"Yes!" Zhang Yang suddenly felt extremely relieved: "I just left because I don't want you to be sad. Although Brother Dao is now yielding, but that is not true yielding, it is a helpless yielding. If this situation develops, Going down, there will be a strong resentment, and the final result of the resentment is that we have to eradicate Knife Brother, since we can predict this kind of thing, so I simply give up, I do not want to be let The three brothers are not happy all their lives ... "
"I want the sword brother's heart, not the sword brother's person. I want to change the sword brother into a brother like you, not the sword brother who is always on guard. I respect the sword brother and respect the sword brother. Blood surname, so I'm willing to give up my recent efforts for Brother Dao! "Zhang Yang's voice is extremely low, making people feel a sense of depression, after all, it is not easy to get to this step in the city of Zhe, and the elderly It's not easy to make a difference, but Zhang Yang thinks it's worth it. He doesn't want to plant a time bomb now.
Liu Biao didn't speak, walked in front of Zhang Yang, held out his hand and held Zhang Yang's hand tightly.
Azer stood up for a moment, and put his hands on the hands of the two.
Three hands, holding them tightly together.
Suddenly, the distance between the three people has been shortened a lot, especially Aze. If the friendship between Liu Biao and Zhang Yang can withstand any blow, then the relationship between Aze and them is more like a cooperation.
Recently, Zhang Yang clearly felt that Aze had slowly integrated into their small group, and the killing of the boxer for Liu Biao from his sword illustrates this problem.
However, Liu Biao has contributed here. Many times, Zhang Yang has to admire Liu Biao's style, it is easy to make people feel close, from the young monk to the general, to the sword brother, Azer, these characters, right Liu Biao has a good impression. Maybe it is Liu Biao's carelessness. The surname never masquerades as easy to have a close feeling.
"You first wait for me at home. I went out to meet someone. Although I didn't fulfill my promise, I still had to give an account." Zhang Yang walked to the door bitterly.
"Zhang Yang." Suddenly, Azer called.
"Huh?" Zhang Yang, who had already opened the door, looked back at Az. At this time, Az's face was serious.
"Three of us, your martial arts are the highest, your thinking is the most agile, and the things you think about are far-reaching. You have always been doing things. You take the lead and take it for granted, so you do n’t have to consider our feelings, no matter how We will support the decision and we do n’t need to explain everything to us! "
"I agree!" Liu Biao nodded surely.
"Thank you……"
Zhang Yang didn't stop and immediately closed the door because he felt a fever in his eyes. What is a confidant? Right support, wrong support, unconditional support, this is the true confidant.
It was already late at night, and there was a chill on the road.
Brother Knife ... Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh at the thought of Brother Knife. Without Mao Yunhua's presence, Brother Knife has become a ghost of the sword. Although the whole city cannot be said, it completely fell into his hands, but it is not too far away. Those old human resources.
The villas were quiet, and occasionally had security patrols passing by.
When Zhang Yang walked to the old man's door, he found that the old man's door was open. When Zhang Yang walked into the door, he immediately saw the hostess' smiling face, very kind and made Zhang Yang feel very kind.
Zhang Yang found that he never called the hostess.
"Auntie, good evening." Zhang Yang stooped slightly, and for this virtuous hostess full of classical charm, he felt bowing was more suitable than nodding with a handshake.
"Good evening, I have been waiting for you for a long time. In the study on the second floor, the tea has been brewed." The hostess patted Zhang Yang's arms with a loving face.
"Thank you Auntie."
"Come on, the old man is upset, you take it a bit."
"Oh……"
Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt a tremendous pressure. This pressure was just because of a word from the hostess. Why was the old man unhappy?
Did he already know his decision?
Or is there another accident?
Zhang Yang's heart was very embarrassing. Every time he faced the old man, he felt a sense of being penetrated through everything. It seemed that he didn't have any secrets in front of him ...
The whole villa is quiet. Although there are several servants, the servants seem to pay attention to try not to make any noise. Obviously, the elderly like a quiet environment.
The door of the study was open, and the old man was writing calligraphy. The old man's calligraphy gave Zhang Yang a terrible feeling. There was no sense of beauty, and the words were distorted. It had nothing to do with art.
However, although the old man's calligraphy made Zhang Yang vomit blood, the old man's dedication was still touched by Zhang Yang. He was able to practice the brush writing to such a terrible and persistent practice. This realm is worthy of admiration Already.
At least, Zhang Yang can't reach this state!
(To be continued)