MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 512 Can't wait any longer

Zhang Yang walked lightly, without making any sound, and walked to the sofa, Liu An holding a pillow and curled up on the sofa. The outside light came in through the glass door, as if a layer of mystery was cast on Liu An The veil, the curved body is gently undulating, full of a youthful beauty ...

Looking at this delicate feature, Zhang Yang felt a heartache.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Liu An in his sleep seemed to have a kind of telepathy, suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhang Yang's tender face.

"Zhang Yang ..." Liu An shouted softly, trying to sit up with his arms on the sofa.

"Sleep, I'm leaving soon." Zhang Yang gently pressed Liu An's soft body.

"Let's go?" Liu An frowned.

"Ok."

"Is there something urgent?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Does Wang Yan know?"

"know."

"Oh ..." Liu An had a thousand words in his heart but didn't know where to start.

"I'm gone, tell Wang Yan, don't have to wait for me, don't." Zhang Yang stood up and walked to the glass door, waved his hand slightly, and the lock on the glass door made a slight "click" sound.

"Zhang Yang ..." Liu An's voice was full of resentment.

"No need to wait."

Zhang Yang's voice was a bit hoarse. When he saw the pair of "big Qin iron armor as clouds" just downstairs, he felt extremely depressed in his heart. The long-haired young man with a fluttering hair pressed on him like a mountain On the shoulder.

...

Just a blink of an eye, the glass doorway was empty, and the open figure had disappeared without a trace. Looking at the empty glass door, the tears in Liu Yan's eyes burst out like an uncontrollable gate.

The meaning in Zhang Yang's words is very obvious. Since Wang Yan doesn't need to wait, let alone Liu An ...

Zhang Yang walked on a dark street, the shadows stretched long, and he looked extremely lonely.

The early morning in the provincial capital was deserted, and sporadic vehicles whistled past the streets. Occasionally, several elderly people who got up early walked quietly on the streets.

Zhang Yang has been waiting to do something, has been waiting.

Now that he was impatient, he felt that the great figure was getting closer and closer to him ...

That feeling was overwhelming.

Wang Hao!

Wang Hao!

Wang Hao!

An existence that surpasses the strong, a king of the world, a strong who has a footprint and influence all over the world, a highly anticipated character, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot surpass that mythical existence, and he will live his whole life Under that huge shadow ...

Who is the king?

Who is the real owner of "Long Fairy Road"?

Zhang Yang felt that the blood in the body was boiling, and suddenly, the body ran wildly, just like the same light smoke passing through the air ...

accelerate!

accelerate!

Speed ​​up again!

Zhang Yang's body sped up madly, blowing a gust of wind, followed by numerous leaves, slowly, more and more leaves, converging into a long dragon meandering on the highway, and Zhang Yang was the dragon head.

"Well ..."

Zhang Yang's body flew in the sky, and the dragon also rose into the air, galloping away in the air, and soon disappeared into the vast void ...

"Oh!"

"Ouch……"

It was an old man doing morning exercises. He just walked across with him when he was in the air. The old man opened his mouth in surprise and watched a young man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly vacated. The whole man stayed, but his body Still accustomed to walking forward, he encountered a telephone pole.

"Wife, wife ..."

"Ok?"

"I saw someone flying ..."

"The dead old man is here, just you are terrific, either you meet a car flying or you see people flying up ... sleep ..."

"..."

...

Just when the old man hung up the phone, sitting alone on the steps of the green belt, dazed at the bleeding head, on the highway from the provincial capital to the city of C, there was a gray dragon winding dozens of miles, The momentum was magnificent, and the dark clouds in the sky were stirred by this unparalleled momentum, rolling.

It was Zhang Yang who was running wildly in the air.

Now, he didn't want to wait any longer. The long wait had no meaning.

He is going to do something that has been brewing for a long time.

This major event is likely to be a suicide action by the moths, but he has to do it. He has no time. He can't wait until "The Immortal Road" reaches the highest level.

No time!

No time ...

Women, rights, and money are clouds to him.

There is an extremely embarrassing face on Zhang Yang's face. The huge energy field formed by "Fantasy Road" forms a vortex centered on Zhang Yang. This vortex is like the devil of hell, devouring everything that can be devoured, and the stars have become dim ... ...

"scold!"

Zhang Yang waved his hand suddenly, passing a dazzling lightning in the air, and Zhang Yang's body suddenly accelerated, turning into a vain light and shadow.

"Peng!" There was a loud noise. On the square of Baiyun Building in city C, a figure fell heavily from the sky. With that figure as the center, the square's hard ground was hit by a half-meter deep pit, a concrete ground turtle. The cracked lines extend for tens of meters.

It's publicity.

Zhang Yang's expression was indifferent, and he slowly walked into the headquarters of Baiyun Building. Below this building, there was a treasury of rich nations.

The sirens of the Baiyun Building sounded loudly, and numerous security guards flocked. Obviously, the huge shock shocked the security guards of the building.

It is believed that the police of the city bureau will arrive in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is not what Zhang Yang is worried about. The number of people is not important to him anymore, it is not important ...

"Stop!" A middle-aged security guard with an iron-blue complexion stood solemnly in front of Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang."

"Mr. Zhang, although I know you, I don't have the right to let you walk into Baiyun Building at this time. Please don't make us embarrassed."

"Give you five minutes and inform Chairman Lin that I want to see her!"

"Mr. Zhang ..."

"Four minutes and fifty seconds."

"Mr. Zhang."

"Four minutes and forty seconds." Zhang stared blankly at the watch on his wrist.

The middle-aged security guard touched the gun in his waist and stared at Zhang Yang tightly, hesitating.

"There are four minutes and twenty seconds left." Zhang Yang didn't seem to see his gunstroke.

"Wait a minute, I'll contact Chairman Lin, but I can't guarantee that she will meet you." The security guard finally succumbed. Obviously, Zhang Yang had no room to maneuver.

"Three minutes and fifty-five seconds left!"

"..."

The sweat on the security guard's forehead ran down like a waterfall. The air was extremely heavy and depressed, and he felt a sense of breathlessness.

The security guard no longer hesitated, and immediately stepped back to take out a compact tone intercom.

"Lin Dong ..."

"Huh?" The voice inside the intercom was lazy, but it didn't feel impatient.

"Mr. Zhang wants to see you now?"

"Mr. Zhang! Who?"

"Mr. Zhang Yang, this is the last time, the last time ..." The security guard glanced at Zhang Yang with a doubt, apparently, he still remembers the last thing.

"... well, take him to my office."

"Yes."

...

"Mr. Zhang, Chairman Lin has promised to meet you, please!"

"Thank you."

Zhang Yang nodded and strode forward. He was very familiar with this place. In this place, he had fought with Yu Ji, and had seen in the underground vault ...

(To be continued)