Chapter 794: Dyson's invitation

Chapter 794 Dyson's Invitation
Zhou Yang raised his hand.
Lawrence slowly raised his head, with a sorrowful smile on his face.
One stroke...
Lawrence's eyes suddenly lost their look.
Just die.
The president and other senior officials were dumbfounded.
To tell the truth, the on-site confession of Lawrence is enough to imprison him for hundreds of years.
It's dead... so good!
This is what the senior officials thought.
Keep Lawrence, I don't know how much trouble it will be in the future!
Such a thing as a dead fellow, not dead or poor, can happen in any country.
"The mission is complete, it's time to go!" Zhou Yang glanced at the senior officials, "I will come again if I have a chance!"
The president is about to pass out.
Have a chance to come again?
Please, don't come!
"Wait a minute!" A voice rang in Zhou Yang's ear.
Zhou Yang did not turn around, but found that the appearance of the president and others had changed.
Each one was dumbfounded, as if seeing something extraordinary.
A flower in front of him, a handsome white man came to Zhou Yang.
The two looked at each other.
"Get to know, Dyson!" The white man offered to extend his hand.
"Zhou Yang!"
The hands of the two separated.
"Are you interested in a cup of coffee?" Dyson smiled.
"Sorry, I want to go home... I have a chance in the future!" Zhou Yang said.
From the perspective of death, Dyson's life trajectory quickly unfolded in his mind.
Naturally, including what he did on the lawn in front of the white office office.
To be honest, Zhou Yang didn't want to contact him.
Luo Yan had just been killed, and after another continuous battle, Zhou Yang also needed a rest.
"Just a cup, some words, it's better to have a chat." Dyson grabbed Zhou Yang's arm.
"Okay!" Zhou Yang smiled faintly.
Anyway, he is not afraid of death, let alone death, he also wants to see what Dyson can play.
Dyson suddenly turned his head to look at the president and the others, frowning and said, "You are not leaving yet?"
"Go, let's go!" The president nodded in a hurry.
Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows: "Great."
Dyson laughed: "It's just data!"
Zhou Yang was shocked.
Luo Yan's figure immediately appeared in his mind.
This guy is indeed from above!
"Why?" Dyson asked with a look of confusion, stopping.
It seems that this cup of coffee is really for drinking.
Zhou Yang let go of his heart in an instant, and said with a smile: "I'm a little hungry...If you ask me something to eat by the way, it would be better."
"No problem!" Dyson's smile was peaceful, without a trace of hostility.
But Zhou Yang saw what he did before from the perspective of the of death.
With just a gesture, the field around the white office can be transformed...
This is a rival.
The two sides were seated, and immediately a waiter tremblingly brought out the drink list, and the location of the coffee shop was very close to the battle scene.
They couldn't help but fear Zhou Yang's godlike technique.
After serving the coffee, the waiters all hid away.
I'm afraid that Xia Guoren raises his hand...
"I'm very interested in you!" Dyson said lightly, rubbing the handle of the coffee cup.
"Really?" Zhou Yang made up his mind, as long as the other party didn't show his true thoughts, he would deal with it all the time.
"The guys who like to blood just now, even if you don't take action, I will deal with them!" Dyson's second sentence surprised Zhou Yang.
"It's not impossible to get out of the established track, but it's fun!" Dyson took a sip of coffee. "What about them? It's worse than program redundancy, it's just junk files."
Zhou Yang quickly calculated Dyson's true position in his mind.
If he comes from the middle world, then the dislike of "program redundancy" is understandable.
After all, Luo Yan also felt this way.
Zhou Yang changed his mind and smiled: "What about me? What do you think?"
This is the key issue in determining the positions of both sides.
"You...very interesting, I think we can play together!" Dyson said.
"Please tell me carefully!" Zhou Yang said.
Dyson laughed: "Don't you guess who I am?"
Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, but his face remained calm: "No!"
Dyson suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a series of very strange syllables.
Zhou Yang vowed that he had never heard such a strange tone in his life.
It is definitely not the language of people on earth.
When Dyson spoke, there seemed to be countless vocal cords resonating together.
The level of language is so rich that Zhou Yang can't handle the information it contains.
Could it be that this is how the creatures of the middle world communicate?
With doubts in his mind, Zhou Yang naturally showed it on his face.
And Dyson obviously misunderstood Zhou Yang's meaning.
"Are you surprised?" Dyson smiled, "Then what's your call sign?"
Call sign?
You know what it is.
"What?" Dyson frowned slightly when he saw Zhou Yang didn't respond, "Do you still have to hide your identity when you come down to play?"
"I'm not a middle-level person!" Zhou Yang thought for a while and suddenly said.
Dyson's expression froze.
He slowly picked up the coffee cup and put it to his lips, but didn't drink it.
Seems to be thinking.
"Did you kill him?" Dyson asked suddenly.
It sounded headless, but Zhou Yang understood.
"I just took him around and took a look! He couldn't hold it anymore!" Zhou Yang knew that he was talking about Luo Yan.
"Hehe... he died unjustly!" Dyson said lightly, "Unexpectedly, you know a lot!"
"Pop!" Dyson slapped, "I changed my mind!"
"You...have to play with me!" Dyson stretched out a finger and pointed at Zhou Yang's nose, looking frivolous and contemptuous.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in playing yours!" Zhou Yang flatly refused.
In particular, are all creatures from the middle world a urine?
Arrogantly!
Dyson shook his head and laughed: "It seems that you know very little!"
"It doesn't matter, you play with me once, I might help you when I am happy!" Dyson smiled, "Since you know the middle world, don't you want to go and see it?"
This sentence really hit Zhou Yang.
miss you!
Of course I do!
After the worldview was recast, Zhou Yang almost imagined the middle world and even the upper world almost every day.
The system is not strong, so keep silent when it comes to this.
Zhou Yang himself had no content to refer to, and he felt like a cat scratching.
But Zhou Yang understands that if the system doesn't say anything, it must be the time.
Then this temptation of Dyson, naturally has to refuse.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I should go home!" Zhou Yang got up to say goodbye and walked out of the coffee shop by himself.
Visitors from the middle world, don't mess with me!
Anxious, there is no good fruit!
Dyson did not squint, looking at the empty seat after Zhou Yang left, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.
"Don't you want to play?"