He admitted that Zhang Ziliang is a person who likes to use small things to make a big difference and is particularly good at detail.
Any weak flaw will be magnified countless times by him and eventually become a fatal scar!
but...
It's not like that.
A few seconds really can't affect the situation of the battle.
Besides...
Face.
I don’t need the face of being a wise man anymore.
Now that I am standing with him, I am instantly overwhelmed.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and did not pick up Zhang Ziliang's baggage.
Zhang Ziliang felt bored and scratched his nose in frustration.
but...
"boom!"
A black object was suddenly thrown into the foot of everyone in Lingshan. In their puzzled and doubtful eyes, the object... suddenly exploded.
Caught off guard.
Everyone has just been summoned and revived by Maitreya reluctantly. I have never seen this product of modern technology.
and...
They are all majoring in the physical body and have become so strong that they can almost ignore the damage caused by this kind of grenade.
Can...
The purpose of this grenade is not to hurt people.
Maitreya, who was frantically thinking about his plan, was suddenly awakened by the explosion, and the thoughts that he had already had some clues about disappeared instantly.
He turned around angrily, only to see a young man with a playful smile looking at him not far away.
"Wang Ye!"
Maitreya muttered Wang Ye's name softly, but did not have a seizure. Instead, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.
"Old Zhang!"
"Today is the New Year, and I will set off firecrackers for you to celebrate."
As he said this, Wang Ye's grenades were thrown one after another into the sky and on the ground, as if they were free of charge.
There was a roar everywhere.
The ground shook again and again.
Miroku has tried his best to regain his composure, but... he just can't calm down.
"Look...this guy is the only one who really understands me."
Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye not far away and suddenly smiled, his smile full of relief.
Even if he is like a clown and works hard for a few ridiculous seconds, he will cooperate with him without hesitation.
this...
This is something Zhao Hai can never do.
In other words, Zhao Hai came from a wealthy family and had never seen the suffering in the world. After graduating from a major, all he did was theory and practice. He had a high vision and would not care about those three or two seconds.
But he is different.
Including Wang Ye...
Same thing.
They...are afraid of poverty.
Maybe these three seconds and two seconds really involve the key core of the entire plan?
If Zhao Hai loses, it will cost him his life at most, and he has already been mentally prepared.
But he, Wang Ye, lost, and the entire human race was at risk.
It is the hard work of the three hundred soldiers of the Buddhist country, one hundred swordsmen, and countless disabled seniors in Beijing.
so...
The only people who can really understand Zhang Ziliang are Li Xinghe and Wang Ye.
Perhaps there is also Yang Chen who has become a living dead.
Zhao Hai's expression was a little complicated and he became silent.
He just watched Wang Ye take out grenades one by one, trying hard to interfere with Maitreya's thinking.
until...
The grenade contained something strange.
Black fruit.
Familiar recipe, familiar taste.
In Mao Yongan's words, this is the most perfect one he has ever made, with twice the taste!
After everyone in Lingshan realized that the grenade had no lethality and no intention to attack, they no longer took it seriously. Instead, they turned their focus to Maitreya and tried to use energy to create a soundproof wall.
Can...
Like a stone ball exploding.
Along with the light yellow rain, it evenly covered the people who had just gathered together.
Smelly.
stench...
Maitreya was awakened by the pungent smell again, and looked around cautiously. He first smelled the disgusting smell, and then almost vomited it out.
After realizing that Wang Ye was the initiator of all this, Maitreya's expression became even colder: "Kill him!"
"Want to kill me?"
"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"As long as I take a step back today, I will be raised by you!"
"grass!"
"A bunch of hairless bald donkeys!"
"Try to touch me?"
Wang Ye had a arrogant look on his face and furiously dealt with Maitreya and others.
Zhang Ziliang put his hands on his back, looked at Zhao Hai with deep meaning, and said seriously: "For you, it may only be delayed for a few seconds, but for him... there are infinite possibilities."
"You... are not as good as him."
"Besides, face is not just fake."
"If anyone can destroy the endless ghosts in heaven, spiritual mountains, and wasteland... I will kneel down and call him daddy, or even lick his feet."
"At the end of the day, I hope you always remember that at least... your identity is a human being."
"If you can't do this, no matter how clever you are, you won't be of any value to the Tianzhu."
"Unity is the key to Tianzhu's survival."
With that said, Zhang Ziliang patted Zhao Hai on the shoulder, his whole body filled with melancholy.
...
Zhao Hai raised his head and glanced at Zhang Ziliang silently: "So... you are still pretending to be cool with me, aren't you?"
"Is this how you hold a grudge?"
the other side...
Several Arhats and Bodhisattvas rushed towards Wang Ye quickly.
but...
Not only did Wang Ye not prepare to run away, but he hung a circle of bombs on himself, withstood three punches and two kicks, and fell to Maitreya's feet.
After these few punches, Wang Ye was already on the verge of death.
But he still looked indifferent: "Haha, I said, it's all your fault to take a step back."
"Also, this stink will stay with you for the rest of your life."
After saying that, Wang Ye hugged Maitreya's thigh, and the string of grenades on his body exploded at the same time.
The ground shook violently again.
Miroku's pants were in shreds.
Where Wang Ye was before, there was a human skin lying quietly.
Wang Ye's face was still painted on it, but it was now flattened, and the corners of his mouth outlined by the deformation seemed to be silently mocking them.
Maitreya took a deep breath and kept telling himself to calm down.
but...
This deep breath was another big breath of stinky breath.
His face turned green.
How could this guy calm down? He is just a clone. His intelligence and mentality are ultimately inferior to those of his original body!
And Wang Ye's operation is really too cool...
As a result, his brain is now like a piece of mush and he cannot recall anything at all.
In the grass in the distance, Wang Ye was lying down leisurely, with his hands behind his head, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Although I don’t know what Zhang Ziliang’s plan is, it’s obvious...
Just interfere with Maitreya's thinking and deny him a chance to think.
This little thing...
He can still figure it out.
