Chapter 553

The high-speed railway doesn't care who the saint is or what she looks like.

But he did care. Emil tried to take her.

Isn't this special robbing his wife?

To a man, taking a wife is as deadly as killing his father.

The high-speed railway sneered and asked, "can I kill him?"

Gigwang shook his head: "No. Even, you can't hurt him. After all, his identity is extraordinary. If he dies in Bhutan, even if it does not lead to a bilateral war, our country will pay a heavy price. "

High speed rail is a bit of a dilemma.

He can't kill people, he can't even hurt people.

When Emir comes, let the high-speed railway offer his wife and ask him to enjoy it first?

Not to mention, somewhere in Tianzhu, there are similar customs.

Who married the bride? The man in the wedding night is not the groom, but the "God".

When the "God" is finished, the bridegroom's family still have to be grateful. They even say that you have worked hard. Please accept the small gift as a compliment.

If that's the case, what should high-speed rail do?

Jiggwang said: "ha ha, but you can kill his men. Let him know that you are not easy to be provoked. Just walk away in the face of difficulties. "

This is tantamount to killing the chicken and frightening the monkey.

Although the effect is far less than directly killing Emir, it can also make high-speed rail export evil.

"Xiaotie, you'll see the emir's information later. Have a good rest. I'm going

After listening to jigewan calling him "little iron", the high-speed railway was very greasy, but he still stood up and said that his father-in-law had a good journey -

not long after jigewan left, the two women who didn't know whether they were maidservants or "mother-in-law" came in again.

This time, their clothes are more colorful and conspicuous.

The fragrance on the body also turns into the mint fragrance of refreshing.

It seems that before the high-speed railway and a saint's daughter hold a big wedding, they will be courted by the two "mother-in-law".

In addition to the fruit, the two women also brought a few books and a piece of information.

Books are pure books.

It mainly praises the beautiful environment of the country and the customs that Chinese men yearn for and Chinese women hate.

That information is a detailed introduction of the Emir family, the specific influence on the South Asian continent, and his growth experience.

Books can be read slowly.

What the high-speed railway needs at present is to thoroughly study the Emir.

In every country, there are established families with a history of 100 years or more.

The history of this Emir family can be traced back to the period of Tang Xuanzang's Buddhist Scripture study. After thousands of years of war, the ethnic group of the family has been upgraded and still stands proud in Tianzhu.

There is no doubt that the top Emir family in India has a strong military and official background.

This is also the place that jigwang is most afraid of.

If the high-speed railway really wants to kill him, it may cause a bilateral war and lead to the bloodshed of countless civilians.

What's more, he doesn't act like a dandy just relying on his family's power.

Emir turned out to be the close disciple of the contemporary suzerain.

It is said that he has great strength. He can kill a bull with one blow and is good at using the waning moon machete. Last year, he went to Thailand to fight black boxing and killed 18 experts in succession. After winning the championship, he went to the sun.

In short, Emir, now 36, is synonymous with "Niubi".

The high-speed railway has been in Europe and America for many years, and I have never heard of such a person.

In fact, before the high-speed railway went to Beijing, I didn't know that Zeus and Satan, who had died one after another, could abuse him thousands of times.

Of course, we can't blame him for his ignorance. After all, there are all kinds of birds in the forest.

However, the high-speed railway has heard of the secret school of the plateau. From martial arts novels or movies, he appeared as a Lama, holding a bang bang, a unique skill of hand printing, and his best skill is the art of nourishing yin and tonifying yang.

It's not surprising that the tantric masters are good at this. They are all forced by the environment.

The harsh environment on the plateau is not only lack of oxygen, but also lack of children.

For the sake of the prosperity of the population, Tantric school has shouldered this heavy burden, and has been tackling this problem for thousands of years, and has made remarkable achievements.

It seems that the Emir also learned the secret school, otherwise he could not have married 71 wives since he was 15 years old.

If you change to another man, you will be very tired.

Last year, Emir once came to Bhutan to ask jigawan to marry his daughter muse. After he was politely refused, he was full of anger.

Now, when Emil heard that jigwang was going to recruit someone as his son-in-law, could he not be angry and swear to take the bride away at the wedding?

Wait.

Head pillow in the arms of a "mother-in-law", feet in the arms of another "mother-in-law", they knead the head, pinch the feet, still eating fruit in the mouth of the high-speed railway, see here, Xiumei pick——Muse is a familiar name, not a thing.

After all, people who call themselves muses can be found in any bar. They don't have to be dead girls.

It's no surprise that jiggwang's daughter, who studied in the west, is also called muse.

Strangely enough, jiggwang is clearly posing as the father of the saint to take advantage of the high-speed railway. Why not tell people that the bride at the wedding the day after tomorrow is not his daughter at all?

As long as he makes it clear to people, Emil doesn't have to be angry.

But jigewan didn't say, is this not to deliberately cause trouble for the high-speed railway?

"Well, it's hard to be a door-to-door son-in-law. Both at home and abroad. "

When the high-speed railway sighed helplessly, it understood why jigewan did it.

Jiggwang wanted to use his unparalleled iron fist to punish Emil angrily: "my son-in-law is very good at fighting. If you're not afraid of death, you'll look for trouble. "

It seems that to solve the emir's problem with the help of high-speed rail is the real boss behind the temple cup and the prize given to jigwang, the spokesman.

"The boss behind the temple cup, obviously, has already gone to heaven, so it's necessary to be afraid of the nobles?"

With this headache question, smelling the refreshing mint fragrance from the two "mother-in-law" bodies, the high-speed railway, which was still tired soon after waking up, fell asleep again.

"He went to sleep again."

"Well. I'll tell you, those two women, don't make up your mind about him. "

Wearing a robe with local characteristics and covered with black gauze, sitting on the back of the ox, Zeus, who was close to the entrance of the temple Valley, gave a light command to the mobile phone.

"Don't worry, my Lord. I just want to let Mr. Gao get rid of his tiredness in the shortest time in the most appropriate way according to your idea. "

"Besides, Mr. Gao has never looked them in the eye. If it's not what I can see, I can't believe that there is a man who can still maintain a gentleman's demeanor in front of my two most beautiful wives. "

"You think too much of him."

Small Zeus said lightly: "he can maintain the so-called gentleman demeanor, mainly those two women, not beautiful enough."

Er -

gigwang is speechless.

Little Zeus didn't plan to talk to him any more. He handed his cell phone to the maid of the morning glory and looked up at the entrance of the temple valley.

The entrance of the temple Valley is hidden at the back of one of Lord jigwang's manors, covered by trees.

Because of the special geographical environment, hundreds of meters above the temple Valley, there are huge clouds of white fog, planes or satellites, which can't be seen at all.

In the valley, there is spring all the year round.

There are countless exotic flowers and plants, rare birds and animals.

The white yak, on the path in the woods, walks slowly through a small blue stone bridge, then goes straight for a hundred meters and turns left - it suddenly opens up.

The fragrance of exotic flowers and plants came to my face.

From time to time, there are rare birds circling slowly under the white fog.

At the mouth of the valley, there are thousands of people, men and women, young and old, in black robes.

After seeing the appearance of little Zeus, these people, like wooden piles broken by the wind, immediately got down by half, knelt down in unison, and cried out in unison: "welcome your Highness the great saint!"

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