Chapter 17 Zhang Lao

Chapter 17 Zhang Lao

"So I should be thankful for these monsters?" Yang Mo smiled bitterly, Yang Zhi once told himself that the demon personality was difficult to be careful, but he was not taken to heart, and now he understands that it is not that the demon personality is too weak, but that he has been deprived of strength, thinking that he was almost killed by the demon personality who has no strength, Yang Mo was afraid for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"As for the assassination." Li Feng's brows furrowed, "We want to continue that plan recently, you are the only experiment, uh, target, some people in the military headquarters of the seventh district are afraid that the monster will come to the door again, so they are ready to let you disappear, and there are other districts in this, but it doesn't matter anymore, because we have already cleaned the seventh district." ā€

"I want to ......," Yang Mo said.

"Dididi, Didi......" The communicator in front of Li Feng suddenly rang.

"Li Feng, I want to meet Yang Mo." The old man's voice sounded, Yang Mo was stunned, and Li Feng's brows were furrowed without a trace. Because that voice is the old man with the most power in the seventh district, a certain officer surnamed Han in the seventh district once sighed that living for a long time before his death is a powerful force in itself, so the old man on the other side of the phone is definitely the most powerful person in the seventh district.

"It's Lao Zhang, the head of District 7." Li Feng put down the communicator and said softly, "He wants to see you, you decide." ā€

Yang Mo suddenly heard that identity and suddenly felt a little restless, the district chief, the person with the highest status in the first district, and even some of the district chiefs have lived from before the first genetic explosion to the present, as for whether their demonization is a turtle or a king, this kind of thing, who dares to talk nonsense? Those old people are definitely the most powerful people in the world, with a word of blood flowing like rivers and a sentence of corpses and bones. And such an old man wanted to see him, even if he was a member of the Yang family, he became a little flustered.

"I'll go." Yang Mo finally said.

"Then let's go." Li Feng waved his hand, and Yang Mo's eyes swept over the barbell treadmills behind him again, his heart was wooden, people are not old, he is talking about people like the dean, right? (People who want to be crooked consciously go to the corner of the wall and stand for an hour, the old wolf is such a pure person)

It was once said that Zhang Lao lived in the tallest building in the seventh district, living in the sky where flying monsters were raging, which was not only a symbol of strength and courage, but also a symbol of status, because the peaceful life in that unstable environment was obviously an effort between life and death for many people.

"Have you eaten?"

Yang Mo thought about countless scenes that would appear when he met, but he never thought of this way of greeting, this, it seems, is a greeting from a long time ago?

"Nope." Yang Mo replied subconsciously.

"Let's eat together, then." Zhang Lao stood up, the old man's skeleton was very large, although there was not much flesh on his body, but there was a sense of pride in looking up to the heavens and the earth, "Hehe, forgive me for being an old man, I once lived in that peaceful era, my relatives and friends all came to greet me like this, although in the end only I survived, but now the people who can become friends with me are all old people, so we like this way of greeting very much." ā€

Nodding as if he didn't understand, Yang Mo followed Zhang Lao to another room, and Dean Li Feng had already gone back after sending Yang Mo here, thinking of Li Li's resentful gaze at the door, Yang Mo couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: If I let him know my experience, will he go crazy directly?

At the dinner table, no one spoke, the speed of Zhang Lao's eating can be described as a whirlwind, Yang Mo tried to be self-conscious, but the facts forced him to desperately stuff rice into his mouth, one didn't want to speak, the other couldn't speak, and the table was naturally quiet only with the sound of snoring.

"Now these students are eating so slowly." "At that time, we only had 15 minutes to eat, and it was only 15 minutes to go from the classroom to the cafeteria and back to the classroom. ā€

"Ahem." Yang Mo could only cough dryly, drank a few sips of water violently, and his face flushed. He couldn't imagine the memories of the old man.

"Yang Mo, it's been a long time." Zhang Lao suddenly said something inexplicable, and Yang Mo raised his head, just in time to meet a pair of vicissitudes of life but full of vitality. The old man stopped talking, just looked at Yang Mo, like a kind grandfather looking at his grandson.

"Child, this world is no longer the world I am familiar with, and you are different, you were born in this era, grew up in this era, you will not miss the days of the past, so you will not live in memories, your grandfather and I have always thought that you will be the most special existence in this era, because you will not have perfect genes in your body after birth."

Yang Mo, who had originally lowered his head, suddenly raised his head, his face full of shock.

"Your father has perfectly inherited the genes of the Yang family's Qinglong, and although your mother is not a member of the four major families, she is the best female student in the Mecha Academy at the beginning, how can the crystallization of the love between the two of them be a waste? What's more, your demon personality is so powerful, so we compiled you into the experiment, and sure enough, it didn't disappoint us, you who implanted the demon personality entered the realm quickly, and became the strongest among all the members in half a year. ā€

"I can be sure that there has been some kind of benign mutation in your genes, so we want to start the 'strongest demon soldier' plan again, but this is opposed by all districts, but you don't have to worry, as long as I am alive, you will definitely be fine, so, Yang Mo, accept the plan and become the strongest one."

"Elder Zhang." Yang Mo spoke.

"Just call me grandpa."

"Zhang, grandpa, I don't want to be excluded from District 7 because of myself, so I refuse this plan, give me five years, and I will still become the strongest."

"Do you have faith?" Zhang Lao's voice lowered, with disbelief.

"I have."

"Alright, I'm ready." Zhang Lao laughed, "It's the same as your grandfather, stubborn, but I like it, if something comes to me in the future, as long as I live, you will be fine, as for your unreliable father, forget it." ā€

"By the way, tomorrow you go to the Seventh Legion to report, I've already said hello, a squad leader who fights monsters head-on, your three little girlfriends are inside, it should be suitable for you." Zhang Lao smiled.

"Yes!" Yang Mo agreed, and reacted instead, "No, I only have two, three, who else?" ā€

"Oh, it doesn't matter, the young man's affairs will be solved by themselves. Although we used to stipulate monogamy, but now even if you take seven or eight, as long as your body can withstand it, no one will care about you, and if those few people hadn't died, they would have liked this era very much, right? ā€

Zhang Lao's eyes showed nostalgia, and Yang Mo on the side was full of black lines.