The Road to Slaying God

The old woman controlled the trembling body, and seemed to guess what it was. The frozen expression slowly melted. Zhang Yang saw that the sharp eyes became tender, the serious expression became intimate, the rigid body It also becomes softer ...

This is a weird change, but for a moment, this old woman seems to have changed.

"I'm waiting for you. I've waited for more than ten years. Do you still care for two hours?" The old woman stared.

"Uh-huh, you have to wait, sure, it may take longer, you have to wait ..."

The old woman took a sip of tea and sat down slowly. Her eyes looked at Zhang Yang in mist, and she nodded her head slightly. Zhang Yang felt the firmness contained in those eyes and actions.

100,000 rush, 100,000 rush!

Zhang Yang forgot everything and rushed from the private room to the street to take a taxi. He just wanted to get to the bookstore at the Hutong mouth as fast as possible.

The old man was still lying on the couch, still covered with the worn-out red blanket, his eyes were half-squint, and the sunset glow on the old man's body gave a feeling of loneliness and helplessness. Is the culprit's props, which Zhang Yang thinks.

"Li Bo, Li Bo, get up, get up, I know you haven't slept ..." Zhang Yang dragged the old man's skinny arm.

"Hey ... lad, do you know how to respect the old man? My old man has an old bone and can't stand the young man to pull back and forth a few times ..." The old man's fluttering body was lifted up and suddenly angrily.

"Li Bo, Li Bo, take a shower, take a shower ..." Zhang Yang pulled the old man up and pushed out the door, and the backhand pulled the shutter of the bookstore down.

"Boy, what are you doing, I just took a bath just now." The old man was frustrated and dead.

"Oh ... then you don't need to take a bath. Are you rich?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at the old man's clothes that looked a bit old.

"Boy, Uncle has more money on him, but, borrow me, no way, unless ...!" The old man took out a golden card from his body with a grimace.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if you have money, do n’t lock this door. You do n’t want any of your broken books, and you do n’t have to confuse me with you unless you are fooled, hurry up!”

Zhang Yang almost abducted the old man to the pedestrian street, making the old man stunned and wondered what was going on, but Zhang Yang was so indifferent that he didn't say anything. Of course, the old man also wanted to resist, but his open hand was like a hoop, and the killer without a gun was miserable and pitiful.

Although Zhang Yang's body is not strong, but tall enough, and the old man is skinny, Zhang Yang is holding the old man as easily as holding a chick. Of course, the old man hasn't really struggled. He got along recently, he You already know Zhang Yang ’s last name very well. If there is no major event, Zhang Yang will definitely not do so. However, the old man racked his brains and could not think of any major event ...

Finally, when the old man was anxious to find a pistol that broke Zhang Yang, the two went to a famous brand store in the pedestrian street. Of course, the famous brand is only a relative term, that is, a domestic popular brand. Very little research.

"Are there living people? Come here for two!"

Zhang Yang grabbed the old man's gold card in his hand and shouted when he entered the door. An uncle's rich upstart looks!

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" A foreman-like woman came over and frowned. Obviously, she didn't treat Zhang Yang and the old man as customers, because whether it was Zhang Yang or the old man's image or dress, or temperament It ’s not like the owner who consumes in a specialty store. Of course, the person who can be a foreman is naturally not an ordinary person. Patience and manner are not comparable to ordinary people, and the expression is not very obvious.

"Well, I'll give you half an hour and change all his clothes. Remember, you need to be more formal, just suit, the best and most expensive, hurry, half an hour!" Zhang Yang looked at the wall Wall Clock Road.

"Are you crazy, the most expensive?" The old man was furious, but this was his pension money.

"Hey, listen to me, yes, listen to me today. If you blame me, I promise to pay you back ten times what you spent." Zhang Yang laughed.

"Are you rich yet?" The old man grinned disdainfully.

"Ahem ... I have no money, and I can win ..." Zhang Yang almost closed his breath, fortunately, he was in a hurry.

"That's right, Uncle Ben wants to see what tricks you play and what to see? Hurry up, the best, the most expensive, the most fit, all come up ..." The old man is not a solitary and ignorant person, who is old and sophisticated The ghost, naturally, can see the contempt of the foreman.

"Yes Yes……"

The old man hasn't seen anything in the market. There is naturally an overwhelming power between speaking. A foreman and a few shopping guides have not put his eyes on him, and the foreman was roared by the old man, startled, and talked. There was a little stuttering, and suddenly I found that the old man who was a bit embarrassing at first suddenly became taller, and there was a fascination between the eyebrows, which made people dare not look squarely.

Immediately, the efficiency of several shopping guides increased, some were clothes, some were leather shoes, some were size, some were recommended colors, and they were very happy.

The speed really is fast enough, just ten minutes, under the packaging of a group of fairly professional shopping guides, the old man's old home has been completely changed.

When the old man came out of the fitting room, the entire store was quiet for a while.

Is this the old man with a bookstore squinting on a couch all day, squinting?

Zhang Yang wiped her eyes and stared blankly at the old man coming out of it, even those shopping guides and foremen also stared blankly. Is this the old man who started to sting?

The old man wore a brown suit, a beige shirt, a silver-white tie, and a pair of shiny dark brown leather shoes ...

Of course, this is not important. What's important is that the old man's calmness and calmness did not seem to be restrained by changing a suit, and he was comfortable in raising his hands.

Zhang Yang can be sure that when the old man was young, he was a handsome guy who was so handsome!

"How?" The old man walked to Zhang Yang with a slight smile, and talked about his temperament as if he were a person.

[Woohoo ... Hurry up and hit the ticket, otherwise, we won't let you meet, cough, ** naked threat ...]