MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 48 Aladdin's magic lamp [Crazy to recommend tickets]

"what……"

Zhang Yang's entire body jumped like a spring, and a boundless fear spread through the body, soaking up every cell. Did he encounter a ghost?

"Sit down!" Two more **** characters appeared on the screen.

Zhang Yang dared to sit down there and took a step back. He remembered a classic ghost movie "Sadako". Zhang Yang was very worried that the young monk crawled out of the computer.

"Boy, can you sit down? Believe it or not, your ninth family? Sit down and say! Why are you looking for a video of the first guard?"

Suddenly, a tender voice came out of the headset. Although the voice was immature, it was full of threats, and the little monk on the screen was even more fierce.

"You know the first guard?"

Zhang Yang's body that was about to escape immediately stopped, sitting carefully on the chair with half of her hips, the first guard was too tempting to him, even if the other party was a ghost, he had to ask clearly before running.

"Nonsense, I don't know what Xiao Xiao came out of?" The young monk's temper was not very good.

"I want to see him, can you?" Zhang Yang was overjoyed, if the other party knew that the first guard was the best. If he could worship a master who was so powerful, it would not be the first guard after Li Bo was ranked after one thousand. I don't know how many third-class killers, but the top killers in the world. Li Bo is a third-class killer so powerful. I can imagine how powerful the first killer is.

"Fuck, Xiaoyi still wants to see him." The little monk suddenly made an unknown fire, and two kitchen knives in his hand turned on the screen, and the big carved bed was chopped up. Crying: "Woo ... you do n’t want to be a little monk, **** sword brother, **** **** ... wow ... I chopped, I chopped, I chopped you ... It's almost twenty years, you guys are dripping Not coming yet ... wow ... "

The little monk was distraught, like a lost doll, but this doll was more fierce. The two kitchen knives in his hands were slick and dazzling, and he could see the cold and sweat, until now he hasn't figured out what the other is. However, he was sure that this was definitely not a cartoon.

"Say, what purpose do you have, today you do n’t make it clear, Xiao Yan can tell you plainly, you do n’t want to live anymore, Xiao Yan is going to kill your Jiuzu, your country grandfather, and your father who works in Shenzhen I wo n’t let my mother down. Well, you have another best friend named Liu Biao, and a girl Xiao Yiran I ’ve met recently. Well, it seems she still likes you a little ... if you want to survive, Just be honest with Uncle, otherwise, hehe ... "

The little monk leaped off the bed that was already crumbling, pointing at Zhang Yang with a sharp kitchen knife in his hand, and thought of the immature but angry voice inside the headset.

"what……"

Zhang Yang almost fell, his heart was full of horror, and the other party already knew all his details. At this time, Zhang Yang felt a cold in his heart, just an animated character, which actually caused him a huge pressure. This is a This kind of real pressure is even more than a hundred times greater than when Li Bo revealed his killings.

"Sit down and give you a minute to make it clear, otherwise, hum!"

Looking at the cruel expression of the little monk, Zhang Yang had no reason to believe that the guy on this screen could do what he said.

"I ... I ..." Zhang Yang sat down on the chair from time to time, finally stabilizing his emotions, which has exceeded his thinking. "I heard that the martial arts of the First Guard is very powerful. I want to see his martial arts and learn A little ... "

"Oh……"

Hearing Zhang Yang ’s answer, the young monk ’s mood is obviously much better, and the screen is also changing for a while. The young monk ’s clothes have also changed into a fur collar fur coat, lying on the couch, with a An octagonal pavilion with carved dragons and phoenixes, and the sky is falling with snowflakes ... The beauty is stunned.

"Well, I like martial arts, it's very good!" The little monk took a steaming purple sand pot from the stone table in the middle of the octagonal pavilion, took a very elegant sip, and it felt like an artsy earth rich man.

"Can you introduce me to the First Guard? Or show me the video of him ..." Zhang Yang cautiously.

"Hey ... Xiaoyu hasn't seen him for almost 20 years. How do you say Xiaoyu introduce him? Xiaoyu sees you full in heaven, your ears are drooping, your face is full of energy, your eyes are bright, your lips are red and white, and your sharp-eyed monkey gill is exposed occasionally A silver evil look ... a rare talent! If Xiaoyi can contact him, he will definitely introduce you to him as an apprentice, but unfortunately, Xiaoyi cannot contact him now ... " Face regret.

Zhang Yang heard sweating.

"Can I watch his video?"

"Of course you can. It's been 20 years. You wake up Xiaozhang, and we have a destiny, but Xiaozhang has to ask you a few questions before I can show you." The young monk raised Erlang's legs and took another sip. Tea, a leisurely appearance, looks envious and envious. This is a realm!

"what is the problem?"

"Remember, I ca n’t consider your question, you must answer it immediately. If it is slow, then all your requests will be cancelled. Do you know?"

"Uh-huh ..." Zhang Yang nodded again and again, he had no choice at all. The little monk seemed to be full of magic and made him obey.

"What do you hate most?"

"Yourself!" Zhang Yang thought without thinking.

"What do you hate the most?"

"Korean!"

"Uh-huh, yes, yes, you have passed your assessment, you can watch the video of the first guard, after you finish watching, like the story in the Aladdin's magic lamp, Xiao Yan can meet your requirements There is something to say? Fodu has a fate, we are fate ... Hehe ... "The little monk smiled proudly. The young monk just finished speaking, the screen flashed, the young monk disappeared, and was replaced by a video footage being played.

When the camera appeared, it was **** and horrible. I saw a bald head, but the figure with the face treated was stepping on the short and delicate man's calf. There seemed to be some faint dialogue in it. It seemed that the person being trampled was a Vietnamese. people.

As the camera moves to the back, the violence becomes stronger, making Zhang feel chills in his back.

The screams didn't even come to my ears, and the Vietnamese's bones were also cracked step by step. First, step on the legs little by little. Finally, the bald head spread out those two hands again, one with ten fingers. Stepping on one after another, the cracking of bones sounded like a bamboo in a kiln ...

It can be seen that the blood on the deck slowly spread out, and Zhang Yang seemed to smell a thick **** gas, as if the **** gas mixed with the sea breeze made people vomit, people are very strange animals and do n’t want to see The more things I want to see, now, Zhang Yang doesn't want to look at the bald and abuse the Vietnamese, but his eyes are staring at the painful and patient face of the Vietnamese.

The Vietnamese have fainted many times, but the coma is a happiness to him. His sober speed makes Zhang Yang can't believe it. Every time before the bone is trampled, he will naturally open his eyes. Big, waiting for Sun Jian's thick leather boots to fall on his hands ...

Finally, things are about to end, but these last few minutes are a mental torment for Zhang Yang.

I saw that the body of the Vietnamese was suddenly kicked into the air by the bald head, and the bald head picked up a machine gun on the deck and fired wildly at the air. The body of the Vietnamese actually hovered in the air and did not fall, just Hit the honeycomb by the dense bullets, dishonestly ...

Machine guns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, pistols ... bald heads shot a lot of guns and ammunition around them on that dishonest body.

[The amount of overbearing updates is obvious to everyone. Others do n’t say, it is to recommend tickets. The overbearing book is called the Road of Tushen. Tolerable, unbearable, brothers, let the blood boil, we have to kill a blood path ...]