Chapter 398: Low-grade bullet

"Yes, President Chen's calligraphy attainment has reached the level of a master. If President Chen is using Cai Jing as a ring and Shu Yan Zhenqing is a strong man, I think that President Chen can reach the master's realm whether he is an official or a person, or calligraphy. , A person, if you can choose between Liufang Eternity and Luzhou Eternity, undoubtedly, it is still best to choose Liufang Eternity ... Of course, if there is no way to choose, Luzhou Eternity is not an option ... "
Looking at the grey night sky, Zhang Yang's eyes were extremely deep.
"Do you have a choice?" President Chen asked with a sigh, and he felt that the question was a bit inexplicable.
"No, yes, I'm here, I want to be alone for a while."
"Ok."
...
President Chen didn't leave immediately, always watching the Zhang Yang's back disappeared before starting the engine of the bridge.
All night, President Chen suspected that he had a dream. As soon as the morning dawned, he rushed to the side of the tree. When he saw the lonely and withered tree again, President Chen finally believed that he was not dreaming.
It was four in the morning, and Zhang Yang was wandering alone on the street.
Annihilation!
Yanxiong!
hero!
Fang Fang through the ages, stink for thousands of years ...
These words are always hovering in the open mind, and the reason will say that when things reach their heads, not everyone can do it.
Aristocratic city.
Almost intuitively, Zhang looked up and saw three golden typing under the bright streetlight.
Seeing three big golden characters, Zhang Yang couldn't help but a bitter smile on his face. Subconsciously, he actually walked to the gate of the aristocratic city on the pedestrian street.
Someone!
You can see the dim orange light through the curtains. It is certain that there is someone in the aristocratic city.
Zhang Yang worked in the aristocratic city and knew the rules of the aristocratic city. Because the aristocratic city has a security and monitoring system on the bustling pedestrian street for 24 hours, there is no need to be on duty in the store. At that time, employees must check water and electricity, turn off all power ...
Obviously, it is Wang Yan.
Only Wang Yan was able to enter the aristocratic city at this time.
It was almost a conscious action. Zhang Yang pushed the door in, and the door was locked, but it was hard to publicize it. The true spirit of "Fantasy Road" was just a slight force, and the lock was opened.
No one on the first floor.
Zhang Yang went up to the second floor.
The glass door on the second floor was open, and it was from here that the bright light hit the first floor.
Zhang Yang walked into the automatic glass door gently.
Almost all the lights in the room were on, quiet, and a kind of depression.
Did not see Wang Yan.
Zhang Yang walked slowly, only to discover that Wang Yan was sleeping on the sofa. Wang Yan was wearing a small yellow vest, a pair of low-waist jeans with a calf, and a small white waist. A small black and white striped pillow curled up on the sofa.
Apparently, Wang Yan was a bit cold, and she wished that her entire body was curled into the gap of the sofa.
Wang Yan's smooth hair was scattered on her face, revealing her small white nose, and a pair of jade arm rings hugging the pillow ring on her chest, extruding a thrilling deep groove ...
Zhang Yang didn't wake up Wang Yan, took a blanket from the bed and covered it on Wang Yan's body, squatted beside Wang Yan and watched the face covered with hair only to see her nose.
For a long time, Zhang Yang sighed slightly and stood up, turned back, and glanced at the calligraphy on the wall.
Daqin iron armor is like a cloud.
Inexplicably, Zhang Yang remembered the long-haired middle-aged man in a different space and the dozens of armored men.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang smiled bitterly again. Sometimes, his imagination is really too rich. It is not unusual for humans in alien civilization to come to the earth. After all, the technology on earth cannot do it at all.
Even though the technology on the earth has exploded in the past century, it is obviously impossible to freely move in and out of space. At present, human beings cannot go out of the solar system, and even the nearest moon to the earth also requires very complicated Preparations, so many humans have landed on the moon over the years.
suddenly,
Zhang Yang thought of a question. If the middle-aged man with long hair was a human who went out of the earth, would he let them in?
Zhang Yang's heart jumped.
Why did you raise this strange idea?
Why do you think of your own choice?
Do n’t you want this person to come in ...
Zhang Yang felt soaked.
why?
why?
Why did this happen?
Is it simply because the other party is a transcendent being?
Is it simply because that person's martial arts is higher than himself?
...
Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt terrible for his thoughts, and rushed to terribleness for his selfishness ...
Zhang Yang strode out of the door. He didn't want to see the calligraphy. The calligraphy work gave him an unspeakable pressure. The pressure was everywhere. This calligraphy felt different from Dahe. The feeling of murderous sorrow, but a feeling of power in the world ...
"Zhang Yang!"
Amazingly, Zhang Yang's body was stiff, and his hands were already placed on the lock, but Wang Yan's softer voice made his body look like a sculpture.
"Zhang Yang, is that you?" Wang Yan upstairs seemed to be wearing shoes.
Zhang Yang's body shook a bit, slowly controlling the door lock with her qi, opening the door, disappearing quietly outside the door ...
"Well ..."
Wang Yan came downstairs, turned on all the lights, and immediately the first floor became brilliant.
Wang Yan walked to the glass door and glanced at the lock that had moved. Suddenly she was excited and opened the glass door ...
"Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, I know it's you, you come out, you come out ..."
"Zhang Yang, I know it's you!"
"come out……"
"Woohoo ... you come out ..."
...
Wang Yan yelled at the empty street, her voice was hoarse and seemed extremely stubborn, but except for a few security guards who came over, there was not even a shadow building on the street. Finally, Wang Yan couldn't control her squatting. Covering her face on the ground and crying ...
A group of security guards glanced at each other. After all, they did not speak, and quietly backed away. Every manager who worked at the pedestrian street knew that the boss and maiden name of the aristocratic city were perverse and hot-tempered. It is best not to mess with it. Newcomers, some old people will teach by example.
"Zhang Yang ..."
"Zhang Yang ... why should I meet you? Why?"
"Why are you coming again?"
"why?"
...
Wang Yan suppressed her voice, crying low, suddenly, she saw a brand new pair of leather shoes in her fingers.
Suddenly looking up, looking at the face that made her miss the night, Wang Yan could no longer control her emotions, suddenly raised her, and hugged the increasingly thick body tightly. Only by holding the body Make her feel an unparalleled sense of security.
"I know you will come, I know!" Wang Yan wept with joy.
Zhang Yang didn't know what to say, after all, he couldn't help but appeared from behind a signboard on the second floor. From beginning to end, he kept looking at Wang Yan.
Listening to Wang Yan's cry, it felt like the heart was cut.
"I know, I know, you came to the provincial capital, I know, you will come to me in the aristocratic city, these days, I am waiting for you here every night, do you know?" Wang Yan muttered.
Zhang Yang patted Wang Yan's shoulder gently, and he could only comfort in this way.
The two snuggled into the aristocratic city.
In fact, Wang Yan almost hung himself, clutching Zhang Yang's arms tightly, for fear that he would disappear suddenly.
Sitting on the sofa, feeling the cold of Wang Yan's body, Zhang Yang wrapped the blanket over Wang Yan's body.
"Why didn't you wake me up just now?" Wang Yan left Zhang Yang wrapped and couldn't get down.
"I didn't disturb you when I saw that you slept soundly."
Zhang Yang adjusted the position so that his back was facing the calligraphy work, and the painting gave him an inexplicable tension. He found that the higher his martial art skills, the more pressure the calligraphy work put on him.
This is just a print. If you see the real thing, you don't know what it will feel like.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang had a strong desire to see the real thing.
"Zhang Yang, why can't I forget you?" Wang Yan interrupted Zhang Yang's reverie.
"..."
"I have been trying to forget you, but the more I want to forget, the more I miss you, you have me fascinated, Zhang Yang, I can no longer extricate myself, I cannot forget you, I think of you all day, although we spend time together It's not long, but that bit by bit has occupied almost all my thoughts, Zhang Yang, you are the devil, the devil ... "
Wang Yan's eyes were slightly closed, and she kept murmuring, Jiaosu squirming in her open arms, and the cold skin became extremely hot ...
"I know why." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly.
"Do you know why?" Wang Yan froze.
"Yes." Zhang Yang's expression was full of helplessness.
"Tell me." Wang Yan's eyes glowed.
"Martial arts."
"Have you learned" Long Fairy Road "?" Wang Yan opened her eyes wide, struggling to sit up from Zhang Yang's body, and the white and plump skin exposed by the messy clothes looked dazzling.
"Don't see it." Wang Yan saw a sullen expression, suddenly flushed, and hurriedly adjusted her clothes.
"You know" Long Fairy Road "?"
"Why don't I know, Wang Feng is my cousin." Wang Yan gave Zhang Yang a white look, and that charming and seductive expression saw Zhang Yang's heart beat again. I have to say that Wang Yan's charming is different from other women.憨 and fox charming.
"Oh, I know ..." Zhang Yang bowed his head and thought, he seemed to feel a vague point, but he deliberately avoided it.
"I ask you, have you learned" Fairy Road "?" Wang Yan said with excitement.
"Well, 70%."
"Wow, you must be terrific, aren't you?" Wang Yan shook her hand, added a pistol to her hand, and shook her hand again, and a muffler was already in her hand.
"What are you ... what are you doing?"
Zhang Yang was astonished as Wang Yan assembled the muffler.
"Hee hee, my mom said, if you learn 20% of the martial arts in" Fantastic Road ", you can resist pistol bullets ..."
"you……"
Looking at the gun barrel raised by Wang Yan, it was amazing, the back was cold, and the hairs were erected. The "Magic Road" burst out. The energy gathered, almost an instinct. The palm of the hand was swung towards the air, and a piece of disability turned into the air Shadow ...
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
...
Seven dull gunshots in a row, the smell of smoke in the room, Wang Yan knelt on the sofa, a pair of large and clear eyes watching Zhang Yang, eyelashes kept blinking, full of surprise ...
(To be continued)