Great Primordial: I, Huang Long, Join Western Buddhism At The Beginning!

Chapter 358: Death Of Lao Yang Keep On Going!

"Mr. Factory, what should we do next?" Zhou Yangsong asked cautiously.

Huang Long glanced at him lightly: "You have two choices now. The first choice is to stay in the capital as an official slave, and the second choice is to be my lackey! As for other options, there are none."

Zhou Yangsong and others were so convinced that they all knelt down on one knee: "I am willing to swear allegiance to the factory to the death!"

Huang Long nodded with satisfaction.

Naturally, he wouldn't mind if these fans could hug him on his lap in time.

After all, he knows very well that among these people who can cultivate their inner strength, which one is not a proud and arrogant person?

Yes, although I am very disdainful, being able to cultivate internal strength in this world is indeed a little master.

This is why they were able to survive just now from their enemies.

If he was too weak, he would have been killed long ago.

There is nothing wrong with these people's minds, they just followed the wrong person.

Now that he had taken the opportunity to surrender these people, Huang Long felt at ease with these people, knowing that they would never betray him.

But Lao Yang's face turned pale: "Mr. Factory, this subordinate is guilty. I should not be afraid of death. I should not stop the enemy's rumors!"

Lao Yang knelt on the ground, acting extremely pitiful.

Huang Long sneered: 887 "You finally told the truth! But what you said is nonsense. If you betray me, is there any way out? Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Lao Yang's expression changed drastically.

His heart felt cold.

He knew he was going to die.

But he still wanted to live.

"Mr. Factory, I know I'm wrong! I'm willing to take the blame and make meritorious service!" Lao Yang knelt down on the ground without hesitation, kowtowing and pleading, "Mr. Factory, for the sake of my fight with you, you can Just spare me! I am willing to be your lackey and do everything for you!"

"You admit your mistakes very quickly." Huang Long said calmly, "But do you think I might keep you? Be my lackey? What a beautiful idea! How could I keep you, a duplicitous villain like you? With you around? That’s what is said about raising tigers to create trouble, right?”

Lao Yang's face was extremely pale.

He already knew that he was going to die.

By now, he knew very well that he would inevitably die.

But he still wanted to make a last-ditch effort: "Mr. Factory, I know I was wrong! I am willing to make amends! Please give me a chance to make meritorious service!"

"Do you deserve meritorious service?" Huang Long said with a half-smile, "Do you think it's possible? It's said that a person's nature is hard to change! People like you are greedy and afraid of death, and are duplicitous. What's the use of keeping you here? Even if I keep you here, Even if I’m with you, you will continue to betray me! This is the saying that once you are unfaithful, it will last forever!”

Lao Yang only felt as if his heart was filled with despair.

He knew very well that Huang Long was going to kill himself.

Now that things have happened, he only hopes to live one more day: "Mr. Factory, for the sake of my subordinates' confrontation with you, please spare me! I am willing to make up for my fault!"

"You are not worthy!" Huang Long spat out three words without hesitation, "You are greedy for life, duplicitous, duplicitous, cunning, ambitious, and full of intrigues! What I, Huang Long, hate the most in my life are despicable people like you. ! A worthy death!"

Under Huang Long's critical attack, Lao Yang's heart was as sharp as a knife and all his thoughts were lost.

He already knew that he had no chance of survival.

But what he felt even more uncomfortable was his family.

Looking at everything Huang Long had arranged before, I'm afraid it would be difficult for his family to escape.

Lao Yang looked up and found the undisguised disgust in Huang Long's eyes.

In fact, Saint doesn't have much disgust.

After all, Huang Long also knows in his heart that a person cannot be swayed by his own emotions, otherwise he will be easily seen through by the enemy.

A person who wants to collapse Mt. Tai without losing his composure is a real master.

Even if many of the top bosses don't have any strength, after they have been in high positions for a long time, they have enough Qi-nurturing skills.

And such (ccch) people are naturally not easily corrupted by their subordinates, nor are they easily corrupted. They can still easily maintain their original intentions.

And now.

Huang Long naturally needs to adapt to this world, but it is impossible for him to let the world assimilate him.

Otherwise, Huang Long himself will become a prisoner of this world, and even eventually lose his original ambition and memory.

Gradually reduced to a pitiful bug, Samsara's memory was wiped clean after a hundred lifetimes, and she was eventually completely lost.

If this is the case, then I'm afraid the gains outweigh the losses.

Huang Long came to conquer this world, but not to become a slave of this world.

So for now, Huang Long always maintains his original intention.

The so-called disgust and despicability are nothing but false things.

What Huang Long really cares about is power.

After beheading Lao Yang, Huang Long waved his hand and continued on the road with his men.

This time, he came to Shanyin County.

This place is only half way from the capital.

Here, the original desert or Gobi style has long since disappeared, leaving only the gentle southern delicacy.

Walking on the bluestone street, Huang Long felt very relaxed.

The drizzle is floating in the sky, like green threads, trying to retain every passerby.

Although not everyone among the people walking in this county is smiling, there are very few people who are smiling.

Such is the case in the blessed land of the south.

It's a pity that all pedestrians and ordinary people were frightened after seeing Huang Long.

Once Huang Long left, they immediately closed the doors and windows, trembling, and scurried away, as if Huang Long was a plague-like existence.

And all of these are naturally the Dongchang Jinyiwei clothes worn by Huang Long's losers.

Although Huang Long, who was surrounded in the middle, was dressed in ordinary clothes, he could be so protected by a group of losers. Huang Long was obviously not a kind family.

And now Jin Yiwei's reputation in the entire Ming Empire has obviously been ruined by the Donglin Party.

No one would think Huang Long is a good person at all.

The first time he saw Jin Yiwei, the original relaxed atmosphere of the entire county had even disappeared.

Soon, a frightened old man in red official robes and three squads of government officials waited respectfully at the intersection ahead.

"Sir, in front of you should be the magistrate of this county!" Zhou Yangsong glanced at him with disdain on his face.

As the saying goes, the county magistrate of the Zhen family will exterminate the family.

Anywhere, a county magistrate is the absolute person in power. As long as they want, they can easily destroy some food houses. .