Chapter 550

Lord jiggwan, that's the top nobility of Bhutan.

There's nothing trivial about his family.

Even if a dog has a bad stomach, it can become the center of discussion after dinner, not to mention that he wants to marry a daughter?

No, it's his daughter, Muse, who wants to marry a young master to go home.

Muse is the first beauty in Bhutan.

In fact, the Muse's reputation is not only in Bhutan, but also in neighboring India. Many rich and powerful families are concerned about it. OK?

It's said that the Emir, the top nobleman in India, had been to Bhutan in person two years ago. He knelt down on one knee to Lord jigwang and offered his wedding dress full of gems with both hands. He asked to marry the muse and be his wife for the first time.

But Lord jiggwang declined.

When they heard that he had rejected the Emir, the Bhutanese people breathed a sigh of relief.

Although we are not qualified to know the aristocrats in Tianzhu, we also know that Muse is the most beautiful woman in our country. No matter how poor the family and status are, it seems that Muse can't only be the first wife in the world?

The first beauty in the eyes of all the people, only to be a concubine, that is a shame to everyone!

But when people are relieved, they worry about whether Lord jigwang can withstand the pressure of the Emir family.

In particular, the Muse said that after never marrying for life, everyone was worried and regretted.

It took two years for people to forget it.

But now, the news that the Muse is going to marry a young master, like a hurricane, has swept through all the streets of Bhutan and blown into everyone's ears.

Those who sell vegetables, those who pick flowers and those who bask in the sun don't even do so - they all get together and talk about it.

It is said that even when his majesty heard the news, he and the queen went to Lord jigwang's house last night.

Because of the strength of the Emir family in Bhutan, the fact that the Muse refused his proposal but wanted to marry another man has risen to the level of Bhutan's security, which can not be taken seriously by his majesty.

No one knows what his majesty said after he went to Lord jigwang's house.

But this morning, dozens of fast horses came out of master jigwang's manor and ran to all directions.

This is the messenger.

Messengers in Dahongpao will only be sent out if they are married by wealthy families.

People no longer need to care about what his majesty and Lord jigwang have talked about. They only need to see these messengers to understand the result.

Bang!

An exquisite decanter was smashed on the window by master Emil.

With the crash, the decanter and the window glass were smashed.

Whether in the room or outside, the maids in the corridor and garden immediately knelt down on the ground, shaking with their foreheads.

Among the dozens of women, including Emil's three bedroom wife, who just got home last year.

It was a four room one.

However, because the most beautiful wife is loved by the Emir, she is lawless -

the so-called lawlessness is that when she is waiting on Emir to drink, she gives him the wine she has drunk.

Then, she became a gourmet - the fierce mastiff in the backyard.

It's still steamed.

"You are looking for your own death, old rogue jigawan!"

Roaring, Emil rushed to the weapon rack under the wall, picked up a knife, bent over with jewels, twisted his back and chopped it out.

In the light sound of wiping, the mahogany table about 10 cm thick was cut in half by him.

The fruit tray, wine cup and other things immediately fell to the ground, making a clattering sound.

On the wall, there are pistols made of pure gold.

Emir rarely uses it.

He always felt that only the machete could show his man's bravery and charm.

Only in this way can he be worthy. He is the master of Tantric sect.

After splitting the table in two, Emil's anger became more intense. He roared and held his machete high. Like the wind sweeping the flat, he split everything he could split in two.

When the sound of a crisp, machete split in the refrigerator.

Although the refrigerator was cut all the way, it also bounced back the machete. Some debris splashed, like a dart, stabbed a maid's forehead.

Like a quail crawling on the ground of the maid, pain, instinctively issued a scream.

Before the scream came down, she suddenly realized that it was not good.

When the master is angry, don't make annoying calls, or you may be killed.

Sure enough, when the maid clenched her lips and looked out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the master holding the machete in both hands, slowly turning to look at her, with a cruel grin on her face.Never had the fear, let the maid no longer ignore, immediately turned up, with the fastest speed, escaped from the door.

With the fastest and fastest speed, she seems to be flying -

she is indeed flying.

After being stabbed by the machete from behind, the powerful inertia, with a maid weighing more than 100 Jin, flew over the corridor, over the mahogany railing and into the garden in the bright sunshine.

Then she fell to the ground.

No, it should be said that she was nailed to the ground by the machete.

The poor maid, looking up at the dazzling sunshine, opened her mouth just before she uttered her last scream, but - suddenly she laughed.

Because, at last, she was free.

She always thought that death was a terrible thing.

Now it seems that it is quite relaxed and comfortable.

At most, it's just a pain for a while. As long as you bear it, you won't have to live with fear any more.

"I heard that all the women in Huaxia are extremely happy. If a man touches their finger, he will be punished. Great Buddha, please, let me reincarnate to that holy country. "

The maid's delicate body trembled less and less frequently. Finally, she closed her beautiful eyes slowly.

After killing an innocent maid, Emil was so depressed that he seemed to be blown away by the wind. He gave a cold hum and frowned.

After the humble maid died, the blood spilled on the camellia.

The white camellia is Emile's favorite.

Love since sprinkle dirty blood, can't want any more.

Seeing Emile waving his hand, several red cloth guards came out of nowhere.

There are two people, set up the body of the maid, quickly ran to the backyard.

Over there, there are more than ten mastiffs that master Emil likes best.

A man took a white cloth and wiped the machete carefully.

There are two people, regardless of the blood on the white camellia, there is no thorn what, four hands to grasp the roots, struggling to pull out from the soil.

Emil spoke in a polite voice, which was proportional to his appearance: "plant the tears of beauty in the backyard. Although it is dirty, its noble nature has not changed

In the past, as long as a few things were dirty, everything had to be burned except weapons.

Now this noble Camellia has been spared unexpectedly.

The guards were so moved by the vast expanse of the sky that they blushed and said yes.

"And Ali?"

Emil didn't like to stay in the messy house. He said something lightly and came out slowly with his hands on his back.

Ali is the housekeeper of this luxury manor and emir's confidant.

After hearing the master's call, Ali turned out from behind a corridor post and trotted to catch up.

Emil stood on a private golf course with an area of 100 mu, looking at the high-rise buildings in the city far away. After a moment of silence, he asked, "what did jigwang eat? He was so bold that he was lawless. How dare you recruit a son-in-law for the Muse before you ask for my advice? "

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