Chapter 475

Fang Yuanyuan is willing to be watched by 800 women in 800 hours, and she is not willing to wear a foot chain on her ankle.

What's it like for men to wear Anklets?

He is not the Oriental sect leader who wields a knife from the palace, but he doesn't like being a woman.

Even if the anklet was given to him by Yan Si, as long as he thought of walking in the future, he would make a light ring of Jingling bells -- Fang Yuan thought he'd better find 800 women to die faster.

But Yan Si's next words made him realize that the significance of the anklet she gave him was by no means simple.

This is the Amulet of Yan four.

Fang Yuan can't take it off unless she's dead.

Yan Si's amulet. Why should Fang Yuan wear it?

Why can she be sure that she can wear it?

What's more, she can't die, and what does it have to do with Fangyuan -- she's not fan Yingying.

Fang Yuan lowered his head and looked at the anklet in his hand.

On the very clean red rope, it seems that there is also a faint fragrance of Yan four. The two small silver bells have a bright appearance. At a glance, you can see that they have been worn for many years.

Fang Yuan only needs to shake his hand gently, and the small silver bell will send out a crisp and pleasant bell.

By the cool moonlight, you can see two small silver bells with an unknown beast carved on them.

As if he knew that Fang Yuan was paying attention to the divine beast on the silver bell, Taoist Yan said softly, "this is one of the divine beasts in ancient Chinese legends. Taotie."

Taotie, pronunciation t ā OTI, the fifth son of the legendary dragon, is an imaginary mysterious monster: sheep body, eyes under the armpit, tiger teeth, human claws, a big head and a big mouth. He was very greedy and ate whatever he saw. He was killed because he ate too much.

Therefore, later generations use "gluttonous" to describe a greedy person and curse that he (she) will die sooner or later.

Fang Yuan just looked at Taotie. No matter how it died, he looked up at Yan Si and asked, "Taoist priest, can I ask why you have to give me your amulet?"

"If you die, so will I."

The fourth Taoist Yan was silent for a long time before he said faintly, "so you can't die, you can't die."

Suddenly, Fangyuan's heart suddenly kicked into his throat, making his voice hoarse: "what's the relationship between you and me?"

Yan Si didn't answer, but put his left foot in the water again.

Tap your feet again.

Fang Yuan swallowed and spit hard, but his voice began to tremble: "you, you are mine, mine..."

"I'm your what?"

Yan asked without looking back.

"My mother!"

It took a lot of effort to spit out these four words.

"What?"

Yan Si was obviously stunned for a moment. Then he looked back and shouted, "Fang Yuan, are you kidding!"

The square heart sank down.

Because he could clearly perceive from Yan Si's instinctive reaction that she was quite shocked and inexplicable after he said those four words.

The previous situation was like an 80 year old beggar who suddenly ran to Ma Yun and said to him: honey, do you remember Liu Cuihua on the Bank of Daming Lake? I gave you a son.

Incomparably ridiculous and absurd.

In fact, Fang Yuan himself knows that Yan Si is very different from his mother fan Yingying.

Not to mention anything else, just the temperament and appearance. Yan Si is many times longer than fan Yingying, enough to dump her for 18 blocks, which is the difference between Lin Zhiling and Sister Feng.

But the problem is that at the first sight of Yan Si Tao Chang, Fang Yuan had an extremely strong sense of closeness that made his heart tremble -- he can swear that it was a kind of family affection of "blood is thicker than water", even if he was blind and deaf.

In particular, Yan Si gave him a small silver bell and asked him to wear it in an indisputable tone. He said that she could only take it off after she died. After that, Fang Yuan's doubts accumulated too much suddenly broke out and asked that sentence.

If she was not his mother, how could he have that strong and strange sense of closeness?

If the amulet doesn't care about her, why don't you give it to her?

If she was not her mother -- but it happened that when Fang Yuan confirmed that Yan Si was fan Yingying, who had been mysteriously missing for more than ten years, her instinctive reaction was like a big hammer, smashing his fantasy to pieces!

If she were Fang Yuan's mother, Yan Si should never have such a reaction.

"Yes, I'm sorry -- I, I'm talking nonsense."

For a long time, Fang Yuan suddenly raised his hand and smoked on his mouth.

It's not heavy, but it's not light.

Only in this way can we alleviate the embarrassment of Fangyuan at this time.

"Come on, Fang Yuan."

Yan Si spoke in a gentle tone: "I'm good to you, because I think we were husband and wife in our previous lives. We had an abnormal love and vowed to be together forever, but inadvertently made a big mistake, which eventually led to Lao Yan's double flight -- this is God's punishment, so this world makes you a circle and me... I obviously want to be with you all the time, but I can't."

There are many such legends among the people.

Like the white fox, which was once popular all over the country, is about a scholar who inadvertently saved a white fox many years ago. After reincarnation in his life, he turned into a beautiful woman to help poor scholars win the gold list, but he was attracted by the emperor's old son and recruited as a son-in-law.

On the wedding night of the poor scholar, the white fox danced in the wild and sang bitterly: I am a fox of practice for thousands of years, practice for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years. In the dead of night, can someone hear me crying and see me dancing in the dim lights

Although Yan Si didn't describe herself as a white fox who had received the favor of Fang Yuan in her previous life, Fang Yuan wanted her to say that, which was much better than her saying so.

It turned out that people were surprisingly good to me only because of some fate, but I mistakenly thought she was my mother -- Fang yuanshabi opened her mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

He has lost the basic function of speaking.

But my mind never stopped turning: I believe in the fate of these past and present lives.

"The reason why gluttonous food is depicted on the anklet I sent you is the dissatisfaction with this life."

Yan Si continued: "I want to continue with you in my dreams, but God doesn't allow it, so I can only have your greed, but I can't succeed. I can only hope for the next life - Fangyuan. If you die, I will die immediately. If we can die with the sun in the same year and month, the time of reincarnation will not be too far away. In this way, I won't be many years away from you like this life. "

"You, stop talking. I'll put on the amulet you gave me. Can't I put it on?"

Fang Yuan sat on the ground like a lost soul, rolled up his trousers and tied the string of silver bells on his ankles.

"Remember, the loss of silver bell is like your death to me, and I will follow you."

Yan four whispered, "this silver bell has my soul, and contains the essence of my years of practice. No matter where you are and where I am, I can feel it and whether it will still be on you. "

Fang Yuan nodded, stopped talking, got up and walked quickly to the top of the mountain.

Looking up at the cold moon, Fang Yuan took a deep breath and couldn't help but let out a very irritable howl, but he caught a glimpse of the northeast, and several red lights suddenly burst into the sky!

"Ready -- put it!"

With the command flag held high in the commander's hand, he waved down the 19 SR-5 multi barrel self-propelled rockets, which were arranged at random, and suddenly stopped back. The gun barrel suddenly burst into brilliant fire, and hundreds of rockets soared into the air with the earth shaking noise.

In the night sky, draw a little dark red trajectory - target, North!

Boom, boom!

Just like King Kong in gold armor, he hit the open space on the south side of the river with the steel whip in his hand. On the Bank of the river, which is three kilometers long, with the roar, there was an orange flame up to tens of meters.

"Ready -- put it!"

After a line of artillery fire, the commander did not stop for a moment and immediately waved the command flag again.

Boom, boom!

In the rumble of artillery, before the smoke and dust raised by the last batch of shells fell, a new batch of shells exploded again.

the earth trembled and the mountains swayed!

Just like raindrops, shells exploded one after another at a straight distance 40 kilometers from the river looking at Nanshan, making the earth tremble and the river waves suddenly churn.

After the air defense alarm of beating and beating sounded from the base camp of the North Korean border forces opposite the river, the j-h-7 bomber, which was three times more than the self-propelled multiple rocket launcher, swooped down along the river from the clouds over the south bank, but suddenly pulled up and climbed up again.

The bomb, which was ignited by the fire after the shell bombing (a large number of combustibles were accumulated there in advance, and the flame could rise up to tens of meters), fell down like a string of fish roes.

The larger, denser and more ferocious explosion sounded suddenly.

When all the bombers pulled up and climbed rapidly, the shells of multiple self-propelled rockets had a short pause, but there was a loud charge horn, beeping in the dark.

In the war ridden era of the last century, whenever the sad and exciting charge horn sounded, countless Chinese children jumped up from the trenches, braved the enemy's artillery fire, shouted to kill, kill -- and rushed at the enemy without hesitation.

There were soldiers falling, but more soldiers rushed forward with faster speed and wind.

One after another, no one took a step back.

In modern war, with the strength of military weapons, there are few opportunities for the bugle to be sounded.

After all, this is an era of relying on modern and highly lethal weapons. When there is no last resort, the charge will not be sounded easily, because the commanders and fighters know very well what a tragic sacrifice will be next with the sound of the horn.

But no one can deny that when the charge horn had to ring, the Chinese soldiers would still rise up, roaring and jumping forward in the artillery that sounded again at this time.

Countless soldiers, like the terracotta warriors in the mausoleum of the first emperor, emerged from the ground out of thin air and charged forward quickly under the flares rising from the sky.

As if dozens of bombers had gone far away, they turned back at this time.

The sound of guns, charge bugles and shouts intersected.

Under the fire, countless bright red military flags fluttered in the wind.

Brawl, brawl -- the northern Korean border air defense alarm, which had not been sounded for decades, screamed like crazy.

Those soldiers who were sleeping soundly, like their hips on fire, hurriedly shouted and ran out of the dormitory and gathered on the playground.

The iron door of the weapons and ammunition depot was opened, and the barefoot soldiers of the Northern Dynasty ran down with sweat on their faces.

Huaxia is crazy.

Tonight.