Crying poor again!
Wang Ye has almost completely understood Zhang Ziliang's miserable methods.
Follow Zhang Ziliang’s process.
First, praise yourself a few words, and then talk about the crisis of the situation and how difficult it is for the team to be together.
Finally, use sincerity as a powerful medicine.
Such as his broken arm, such as his old and tired body.
This combination of punches would even create an illusion for Wang Ye.
If I don’t take out the money, I’m worse than an animal!
Seeing that Zhang Ziliang had completed the first two stages this time, Wang Ye was so frightened that he hurriedly interrupted Zhang Ziliang and said, "What's going on outside?"
really...
After talking about business, Zhang Ziliang put away his thoughts, shook his head with regret, and then his expression became serious.
"Three eternal nights, in my expectation..."
"The gate of hell is the first battlefield."
"Of course, it is also the last battlefield."
"If Heavenly Court and Lingshan cross the line of defense of the Gate of Hell, the losses will be too great, and the human race will simply not be able to bear them."
Zhang Ziliang lit a cigarette for himself again, but when he lit the cigarette, his left hand trembled slightly.
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang and frowned slightly: "But how can you guarantee that they will follow your plan? Maitreya is not a fool. I don't believe there is anyone in heaven who understands except Zhao Hai."
"Declaration of challenge."
"Whether it's heaven or spiritual mountain, what do you need most after you return?"
"Majesty!"
“It all builds on their strong foundation.”
"If my guess is correct, based on Heavenly Court's past style, there is a high probability that they will massacre the city after returning."
"Lingshan may be relatively gentle. He first performs miracles to win over believers, and then finally reveals his true colors, cuts his flesh with a blunt knife, and gradually eats away at the human race and divides the benefits."
"And the premise of all this is to first destroy the stumbling block Tianzhu."
"If we declare a war at this time and fight at the gate of hell, life and death will be determined by destiny, there is a 90% chance that they will come."
"Because their faces don't allow them to give in, and there's no reason to give in."
Zhang Ziliang exhaled a wisp of smoke and his voice was very calm.
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang and continued to ask: "But in this way, even if the Tianzhu blocks the first wave of attacks, or even the second wave, or the third wave, there will always be a day when they can't withstand it."
Zhang Ziliang shook his head: "I have analyzed it. According to my intelligence, the energy of the three eternal nights can never support all of them to recover. Therefore, there is a high probability that only some of the weaker ones will wake up perfectly, and the remaining ones may be able to recover." They can come out and move around during the three eternal nights, but after the eternal night ends, they still need to fall asleep again..."
"If all three Yongye could really come back, they would have come out to play around and show off a long time ago. They would never be as honest as they are now."
"So, as long as you withstand three eternal nights, you will still have a chance to breathe."
Wang Ye nodded: "Then what if you guess wrong?"
"Die."
"If they really come back after three times of eternal night, it will be useless if I increase my IQ ten times. It's just useless to study. It's just a dead end. I might as well choose a better cemetery for myself first."
Zhang Ziliang said with a sneer.
...
I have to say, what Zhang Ziliang said... seems to make some sense.
"Can you really withstand the gate of hell?"
Wang Ye was silent for a moment and asked.
Zhang Ziliang suddenly smiled and put out the cigarette butt in his hand: "Don't worry, it's not as difficult as you think. The underworld can only cooperate with us now. They have no problem blocking Lingshan. What we really need to face is the heaven and the Taoist door." No matter how lazy you are, you still need to stretch your limbs at this time."
"Plus Lu Wu."
"So the pressure on us is not that great."
seem...
According to Zhang Ziliang's statement...
Wang Ye was startled for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, you have lent Lu Wu to me for so many days, and you still haven't heard from me. You must have played with him to death, right?"
Zhang Ziliang had a little embarrassment on his face and coughed twice: "How...how could it be...ha...haha, he is living a fulfilling and satisfying life every day now."
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang strangely, but after all, he still didn't expose the old fox's lie.
Zhang Ziliang's topic suddenly changed, and his eyes kept looking at Wang Ye: "Speaking of which... Tianzhu has been under too much pressure recently. Three eternal nights, I really don't know how many people have to be sacrificed..."
"These are all living lives."
"Whose son, whose husband, whose father are they..."
"Perhaps...even if they have an insignificant supernatural item in their hands, they can survive this battle."
"One supernatural item can save a family."
"Hateful! I...I don't have the ability to help them. I can only let them rush to the front line with their flesh and blood..."
"I feel so guilty!"
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang slapped the table in annoyance, his eyes turned red instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.
It's hard to imagine how such a man could develop the ability to cry whenever he wants.
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang lightly: "The acting skills this time are not up to par. The topic was changed too bluntly, making it difficult for people to get involved in the drama. The experience is not strong, and there is no sense of conscience satisfaction of donating materials."
...
Zhang Ziliang was stunned and could barely control his expression.
But after all, he still had the power of an actor. He took out a cigarette again, put it in his mouth with some trembling, and used the opportunity to light up the cigarette to rearrange his expression.
and...
As he was lighting his cigarette, his left hand began to tremble slightly again.
"I've been curious about something since just now..."
"Isn't your left hand a prosthetic?"
"When will the prosthetic limbs be able to shake..."
"Why don't you change your right hand? Can you respect the old customers?"
Wang Ye couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Zhang Ziliang was completely broken this time. He almost choked on the cigarette and coughed violently.
this time...
His tears really fell.
It's just choking.
"Just tell me whether to give it or not!"
Finally, Zhang Ziliang revealed his true face, took a deep breath, stood up fiercely, put one foot on the coffee table, and stared at Wang Ye like a bandit bully, as if he would rob Wang Ye if he disagreed.
