Qidian Chinese

India's Zen wife and daughter-in-law met while wandering around the world as shadows ~ After reading this chapter, you will understand their relationship! !

Please look at this chapter, February riverside, cold and cold, one horse and two people, the picture is ink and wash, the posture is peerless and lonely.

"When I was very young, I asked my grandfather why he chose me." Zen Jia's wife said with an almost numb mind that complaining in her heart is not her habit, but in the face of this man who has always been an enemy of herself, she has an unspeakable desire to get close. Maybe people are like this, and they always toss and turn more about what they can't get.

"Your grandfather will probably say, son, this is life." Ye Wudao didn't have the meaning and mood to compete with Zen dance at the moment.

"I knew you would say that. In fact, my grandfather said that the existence of God is only the object that people transcend, and that's all. He also said that not only men have the urge to reach out to women, but you women can also. Sadly, men choose to look up at the stars, while women choose to crawl on their knees. There are too few women like China Wu Zetian and Cleopatra in this world. " Shan Jia's wife seems to have forgotten Ye Wudao beside her, lost in thought. "My grandfather has never been married in his life, just because he feels that there are not enough women in the whole world to surprise him."

"Indeed, your grandfather is an imperial figure comparable to the Vatican old man in my eyes." Ye Wudao listened to Zen Jia's dance grandfather, and he also had a heartfelt admiration. Then he thought of grandpa and his eyes were dim. Although many men are born heroic, they are destined to be the only ones who can't achieve the emperor's hegemony. Ye, this silver fox, that's it.

It seems that they really can't adapt to the intimate physical contact with Ye Wudao. Chanda and the dancer turn off their horses and stand by the river, their eyes dim. "My grandfather said that Ye Jia could only practice Buddhism in Cheng Xiong, but he couldn't be king. Looking at Asia, there were only Shura 50 years ago and Nanhetu 20 years ago. Now there is only Qinglong II. "

"South River Map?" Ye Wudao frown way.

"You always know what you should know. I just want to say that you bear the most earth crimes, but in the same way, you carry the most hopes and get the most rewards. Being born in Ye Jia is unfortunate and even more fortunate. " Zen and dancing and laughing.

She knew that the man in front of her didn't like her charades. Although cats who don't agree with China's religious creed can't be revealed, Zen Jia's dance just doesn't want to tell him all the answers.

"No wonder you dare to come to the mainland. With your grandfather's backing, it's strange that your grandfather doesn't like Ye Jia Tuo very much. What, the fortune teller told me that the fellow had no imperial life and regretted selling you? " Ye Wudao gloated.

"Although you cooked my grandfather's phoenix bird for 40 years as a snack, uprooted a dozen plants in his garden and sold them as skin medicine, pointed at his nose and denounced his tyranny, etc., it seems that his old man's evaluation of you is more interesting than that of Ye Jia Xiutuo." Zen Moon Dance covers her mouth and laughs. She is not a heartless god at last. When it comes to relatives, she thinks of countless misdeeds with Ye Wudao. She will be relieved and happy.

"I'm not rare, your grandfather belongs to that kind of appreciation, killing the old monster, such an old man. Being' spoiled' by him is suicide, wife. I'm not dead yet, and I'm going to burn incense to my ancestors soon. " Ye Wudao smiled, carefree, without the initial tension. I have to say that Zen Jia's grasp of the human heart dance has reached a level that ordinary people can't reach, but it also needs Ye Wudao's cooperation, and it is his favorite joking style. The more chaotic, the more dangerous and calm.

Who dares to say that Zen Jia is dancing in the face of an ancient well without waves? Isn't it undercurrent?

"Ye Wudao, don't call me wife!" Shan Jia's dancing became angry from embarrassment.

"I've always been a carrot and stick, wife." Ye Wudao is loitering.

Zen dance looked at his cold and hateful expression and could only laugh at himself with a wry smile. If he listens to her, he is really not that Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao put his hand behind his head, a little lazy.

In other words, he has the consciousness that he should not play conspiracy when he is with Zen Jia.

"I heard that you raised your middle finger at the Pope of the Western Vatican in St. Peter's Church?" Zen dance suddenly became curious, smiling and pondering.

"Young and frivolous." Ye Wudao seems to have been a lifetime ago. Now, when I look back, it seems that those three years are as long as thirty years, and Ye Wudao was ripened and ripened again during this time, until it matured, rotted, reborn and nirvana. Many things in those days are really funny now, although most of them are regarded as deviant feats by outsiders.

"My grandfather smiled when he heard this. This is the first time I have seen him so happy. He told me two stories that day. "Zen Jia gently dances on the ice, happy as an elf and dancing like a phoenix. "Who doesn't know the feud between your grandfather and the old man of the Vatican and the prophet of Islam? When the Vatican deliberately sent the Paladin Corps to force me to go to India, it was not a so-called disaster. These immortal guys are more treacherous and shameless than others. They look like a saint. In fact, the essence is different from the hawkers in the vegetable market. " Ye Wudao never set foot on the ice, just looked at her graceful posture. On Tianzhu dance, no one in mainland India can compare with Zen and dance. The real Tianzhu dance is very different from the Indian dance that is neither donkey nor horse in the movie.

"What you said is really a standard heresy." Zen Moon and her mother-in-law no longer looked back and smiled.

Ye Wudao squatted on the ground without grace, smoking a cigarette, and didn't notice the transcendental Zen and dance.

"China's best-winning actor Ye Wudao, emperor Liu Yunxiu, Indian Ye Jia Xiutuo, and Japanese Wakayama are my grandpa's favorite candidates, but in the end, Ye Jia Xiutuo won. I'm sorry that you lost to him in this game, but I don't blame you. He has been thinking hard for more than ten years, and it is still glorious to lose. " Chanjia's dance gave Ye Wudao a good reason.

"I've never seen you so comforting." Ye Wudao helplessly, smoking a cigarette, squinting on the sidelines, like a rogue. "Come on!"

Without warning, Shan Jia spun like an ordinary little woman and made a lovely gesture to Ye Wudao.

This behavior made Ye Wudao almost not choke to death on his cigarette. It felt as unexpected as bin Laden streaking and shouting I love peace.

At this time, the white dragon "Na Yanluo" also swam slowly on the ice. Although it has limbs, it is as flexible as a snake.

Eyebrows a pick, Ye Wudao hands in his mouth. Gave a whistle.

Zen dance suddenly raised his head.

I saw a heroic cold eagle roaring down like a javelin into the earth.

The white dragon "Nayanluo", who is used to being worshipped by all beings, has contracted limbs, stood like a snake and looked like an enemy.

Carving Liaodong, the most handsome and male person is Hai Dongqing!

Take the highest and most dangerous place as the nest, soar above nine days, admire the world, and never disdain to associate with the eagle.

And this Haidong Qing is undoubtedly the absolute king of Haidong Qing!

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Haidong green claws swooped down in a hurry and leaned back. That YanLuo brushed its head, drew a beautiful and cold arc in the air, and rushed to the sky again, hovering over that YanLuo. The singing was sharp, in sharp contrast to the angry sobs of Yan Luo.

"That's enough." Shan Jia's dance frowned.

Ye Wudao shrugged and whistled. Unusually vigorous Hai Dongqing mentally stopped on his arm.

It is said that the "Nayanluo" produced by the mating of dragons and snakes is also coiled around the arm of Zen Jia.

Fate.

In fact, it is composed of countless coincidences with their own destinies.

"Are you serious? Someone can come from the East with a sword and enter the Vatican?" Ye Wudao muttered to herself as if it meant nothing to him.

"yes." Shan Jia gave the answer without thinking.

"And I'm just a nobody who was chased by nine holy warriors. No wonder I was abandoned by your grandfather. " Ye Wudao touched his nose sarcastically. Although it doesn't matter what Grandpa Zen Jia thinks, there are still some small bumps in his heart, which is incomprehensible after all.

"No, you that is premeditated organized wai kill or sneak attack. But in the face of the ground, it is impossible to have the resistance of all saints, and at most, it is to accept the challenge of several masters at the same time. But it is undeniable that it is indeed powerful for a country to be able to anger the sun king and the dark left hand at the same time. "

Zen Jia's dancing eyes were warm and he whispered, "There are 27 members of the Paladin Corps, all of whom are super-strong, selected from more than one billion believers on earth, and almost all of them are superior to your Chinese tiger list. Challenge 9, your strength is equally outrageous, allow me to use this word to describe it. "

"I have no ambition to win the world, just try to live to see her." Ye Wudao heart way.

"Murong Xue is worth it."

I seem to be able to see through Ye Wudao's meditation and smile, and then I'm worried. "The Sino-Japanese underworld war is coming to an end, and the dragon gang is taking a break. It is the time when the emperor Liu Yunxiu laid hands on you. I look forward to your next performance in Beijing. "

"When will you go back to India?" Ye Wudao touched the plump wings of Haidong Qing, who was still hostile and provocative to Yanluo. It is the master of the sky. For it, there are two kinds of creatures on the ground, what it wants to eat and what it doesn't want to eat.

"Now."

As soon as Zen Jia waved, the white horse trotted to her.

After getting on the horse, she looked at Ye Wudao deeply, took off the veil she had never taken off before her grandfather and Ye Jia Xiutuo, without tears and regrets, but she had a kind of beauty of compassion. She said softly, "Just because my grandfather chose Ye Jia Xiutuo doesn't mean I chose Ye Jia Xiutuo."

She never strangely called Ye Jia Xiutuo by her first name, even without the word "he". She is well aware of this boundary.

Ye Wudao just doesn't know, or he doesn't want to know.

Turn around, ride slowly, and don't look back.

"Ye Wudao, you always say I didn't pay, but what about you? Moreover, you may never have a chance to know what I have paid. "

Shan Jia spun off the first drop of clear tears in her life.

Not for ordinary people, but for men.

Like a chess piece outside the wheel of fate, she threw herself into the copper furnace of the vast land like a moth.

Killing one, injuring one and abolishing one meant his last battle with the Dragon Gang, but the Dragon Gang was not completely settled. Isn't the natural disaster going to kill Ye Wudao? Ye Wudao was injured and lost his memory.

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