The bald head actually resisted a rocket launcher and fired an armor-piercing projectile into the air!
The corpses of the Vietnamese exploded in the air without leaving a trace. Only some messy pieces of meat and blood rained down from the sky, breaking the calm of the sea...
…
Zhang Yang watched with a dull expression as the gunpowder smoke slowly dissipated from the sea surface. Then, a row of large blood-red characters appeared on the screen: Thank you for your appreciation. This is the consequences for opposing us!
It's over, it's over!
Zhang Yang watched the video suddenly disappear and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The scene just now shocked him beyond belief. The bloody violence had exceeded his imagination. It was like an invisible opponent grabbing his heart and twisting it hard. The most important thing
Yes, Zhang Yang could tell that this was not a movie, but a real video. After all, Zhang Yang had studied in the art department for several years and could still tell the authenticity of the video.
It is precisely because knowing that it is true, that kind of fear seems to penetrate deep into the soul. No wonder, this video was able to cause a sensation on the global Internet twenty years ago!
"How do you feel?" The little monk jumped out with a strange smile on his face, and the picture returned to the leisurely scenery of falling snowflakes and the fragrance of tea. It seemed that the scenes of panic, fear, blood, and violence just now were simply an illusion.
.
"As expected of the first guard..."
Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that he wanted to see if the video could activate his thinking and memory. However, besides fear, his body was still filled with fear. There was something about activating memory and thinking.
"Hey, you want to learn kung fu from here, but you will be disappointed. Well, I have been asleep for almost twenty years and am very busy. Hurry up and put forward your request. I will try my best to satisfy you, but
, let me warn you first, don’t be too greedy..."
"Can you really satisfy any of my requirements like the devil in Aladdin's magic lamp?" Zhang Yang's eyes widened. He didn't believe that a character in a cartoon could satisfy people's requirements and requirements like the devil in Aladdin's magic lamp.
Hope.
"Holy crap, who do you think I am? I'm much more powerful than that bullshit devil in Aladdin's lamp. You name it, I can be satisfied with money, beauty, power, fame and fortune..."
The little monk seemed very angry and jumped up suddenly. A kitchen knife larger than his body suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the Octagonal Pavilion. Although it was a simulated scene, Zhang Yang still felt extremely painful when he saw it.
The octagonal pavilion and the couch, including the teapot, if they were in real life, they would definitely be the best handicrafts and priceless!
"Then...then...can you give me one million yuan?" Zhang Yang said cautiously.
"Your wish is one million yuan?"
The little monk's eyes widened with an incredulous expression on his face, which made Zhang Yang heartbroken. Could it be that he opened his mouth too wide?
"Or five hundred thousand... no no... no..." Seeing the young monk's surprised expression, Zhang Yang quickly changed his words: "I'm just asking. Actually, I want to learn kung fu..."
"Say, say, say...I said...can't you order anything else? Anything else will do, but I really don't know how to do this..." The little monk was stunned for a moment, with a frown on his face, and a car had already appeared on the screen.
The little monk was already on the huge two-wheeled racing car, looking as if he wanted to escape.
"Then do you have any martial arts secrets?" Zhang Yang looked disappointed.
"Damn it, if I had told you earlier, it was just a martial arts secret book. It made me even want to run away..."
After the little monk heard what Zhang Yang said, he immediately jumped off the motorcycle in a grand manner. The vivid and anthropomorphic expression made Zhang Yang break into a cold sweat. All he had to do to escape was to black out the screen. There was no need to get such a motorcycle.
Huge motorcycle?
Now Zhang Yang guesses that this little monk is a smart program on the Internet. Only smart programs can change scenes so quickly. However, Zhang Yang is still not sure because the personification of this little monk is simply too powerful.
As a real person, when did the program reach such a point? Although human computer programs are changing rapidly, in the field of intelligent programs, for some reason, there has been no progress in the past few decades, and it is almost still stuck at the second level.
Ten years ago.
"Nine Yin White Bone Claws".
"Iron Palm"
"Tai Chi"
"Nine Yin Manual"
"The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon"
"Dog Beating Stick Method"
"*"
"Sunflower Collection"
…
"Is this enough?" The little monk stood at the corner of the screen with a proud look on his face. A large number of martial arts secret books with titles appeared on the screen.
"Um...ahem..." Zhang Yang was speechless when he looked at the names of martial arts in these martial arts novels. He felt like he was being fooled. The latter one even showed the kung fu practiced by eunuchs.
"Damn it, your demands are too high. If you learn any of these martial arts, you can be invincible. It took me a whole week to sort out these skills...***, this is looked down upon, the demand
It's quite tall! It seems that I have figured out a trick..." The little monk's black and white eyes rolled, and a sly smile appeared on his face.
"The Immortal Road is Long", a very ordinary book is displayed on the screen. The only thing that looks better is that the four words "The Immortal Road is Long" look very elegant and unrestrained. When paired with the book review, it looks a bit otherworldly.
"How is this book?" The little monk stared at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was speechless. The title of the martial arts secret book he was fooling at the beginning was somewhat relevant. This time, he was fooled by a title he had never heard of before. Moreover, at first glance, he knew that this book was about feudalism.
What kind of martial arts are there in superstitious fortune-telling books?
"I said, are you not satisfied with this?" The young monk was furious.
"Well... let's forget it..." Zhang Yang pursed his lips.
[I want to go up, brothers, if you want to be domineering and update more, just smash the recommendation tickets fiercely]