Sitting on the taxi back to the hotel, Meilang Dorjee put one hand on Tsering Bian Zhen's shoulder, gently stroked the hair between her ears, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm tired and want to take a break, so call me when you come to the hotel." ”

"Well, you just had a fight, and it was really hard," Tsering Bian Zhen agreed, looking at him affectionately and touching his cheek with pity, "You are too fierce and strong, too domineering, let me open my eyes." ”

Tsering Bian Zhen seemed to be speaking lightly, as if he didn't have any emotions, but his heart was constantly "pounding" and beating violently.

Just now, Meilang Dorjee fought with the long-haired arrow who hit by mistake in the entertainment city, and the momentum of looking at everything, arrogant and fierce fighting made everyone present feel shocked and incredible. However, for Tsering Zhen, ten times more excited and proud than her, it was the fear and worry caused by Mirang Dorjee's strange performance just now.

He said that his parents died when he was a child, and his relatives and friends hated him, so he had to work and wander everywhere, and then wanted to go to Lhasa, but was blown by a tornado to the steppes of Shangri-La.

This is his life story, very simple, as simple as a blank sheet of paper, with nothing on it, empty. There are no anecdotes, no ups and downs, no peaks and loops, not to mention magnificent waves.

However, where did he learn such good skills? Although his usual movements are crisp and neat, it is absolutely impossible for his skills to be swift and agile and skillful in fighting! This is something that even a junior high school student, let alone an undergraduate, would doubt.

The words he said just now were cold and domineering, and every word was scattered with a trace of blood, which was completely different from his usual mild-manneredness, and even a world of difference!

Is his life history really as simple as a blank sheet of paper? What huge secrets are hidden behind him?

If the secret is a net, then how big is this net?

If the secret is a hole, then how deep is this hole?

Tsering Bian Zhen suddenly thought of the satchel on Meilang Dorjee's shoulder. She remembered that when the battle with the long-haired arrow was about to begin, Miro Dorjee had clutched the satchel tightly.

Could it be that there is some strange weapon in that satchel?

Or is there some kind of mysterious energy source?

Thinking so, she grabbed the satchel in the middle of the two's seat. At this time, Meilang Dorjee suddenly woke up and quickly grabbed Tsering Bian Zhen's hand.

"What's wrong?" asked Milang Dorjee in surprise when he opened his eyes, a hint of trepidation and unease flashed across his face. "Do you want to take something?"

"I shouldn't have lost the card on the door of the room, right?" Tsering Bian Zhen had already unzipped the satchel at this time, reached out and explored it, took out the contents one by one, and then touched all the compartments of the satchel, but found nothing else.

"The key is still there, it's good that you haven't lost it!" Tsering Bian Zhen let out a long sigh of relief, "You fought with them with this bag just now." I'm so careful that what's inside is flying out. ”

"If the zipper is tightly closed, where will it be?" Meilang Dorjee closed his eyes again, although his face was unwavering, the panic in his heart was still like waves. "I'll do my job, don't worry, my dear. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his stomach, as if something was shaking slightly.

He quietly reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be the Yuluo Light Wheel.

It seemed to have a premonition that Tsering Bian Zhen would suddenly lower his hand to check the satchel, so he escaped early, hid in Meilang Duoji's abdomen, and moved, reminding Meilang Duoji of where it was now.

Meilang Dorjee suddenly remembered that Shark Meng had said before that the spiritual magic of the Yuluo Light Wheel had completely infiltrated and fused his human breath, realizing the unity of the human wheel, and reminded himself to remember to bring it when necessary, especially when he felt that danger might occur, it would protect his safety and make him stronger.

Sure enough, just now, it really made itself stronger!

And it's incredibly powerful.

Meilang Dorjee understands that what really makes him so powerful in an instant is the spiritual magic that the Yuluo Light Wheel fuses into his body.

Unexpectedly, this kind of psychic magic played such a huge role at a critical time.

Back at the hotel, Meilang Dorjee hugged Tsering Bian Zhen tightly, put his face on her head, and said thoughtfully: "My good wife, I scared you just now!"

Tsering Bian Zhen said softly: "At the beginning, I was scared, but then you were so heroic, I was not afraid at all. ”

"At that moment, you were afraid that I would kill that hairy arrow, did you?"

Meilang Dorjee let go of the hug, with a strange look on his face, looked at Tsering Bian Zhen for a while, and then said: "Dear, when I fought with the long-haired arrow just now, did what I said and the kung fu I showed make you feel very incredible?"

Tsering Bian Zhen was stunned. I couldn't think of the question I wanted to know the answer to the most, but Meilang Dorjee brought it up first, to put it mildly.

"I'm so sorry, but I've been hiding an experience. Now, I'll tell you. ”

Meilang Dorjee poured two glasses of water, first handed a cup to Tsering Bian Zhen, then sat on the sofa, drank more than half of his cup, and said slowly, "My great-grandfather was the cousin of the senior brother of Tankou of the Boxer Rebellion back then, and back then, he and Senior Brother Tankou practiced hard together in the iron cloth shirt of the golden bell jar......

After a perfect and legendary start, Meilang Dorjee went on to say that his grandfather had passed on his unfathomable martial arts to his grandfather, who had been practicing martial arts at the age of eight. His grandfather was a master of traditional martial arts, and he spent most of his time concentrating on cultivation and rarely showed up.

"My grandfather was very particular about killing with one hit. He was inspired by the Chinese kung fu that has evolved in China for thousands of years, and finally created the original Chang Thirteen Methods, "Meilang Dorjee quickly turned his brain, his mind flashed like lightning, and edited the martial arts of his ancestors: "This Chang Thirteen Methods do not have any rules and restrictions, only pay attention to the tricks to defeat the enemy, and if necessary, the enemy can be killed." However, my grandfather always taught me that the purpose of martial arts training is to inherit the essence of traditional Chinese martial arts, to strengthen the body and cultivate self-cultivation, not to cultivate peerless masters. I kept my grandfather's teachings in mind, so I rarely made a move. “

Tsering Bian Zhen believed it and listened to it as if he was drunk, and his heart was terrified. Meilang Dorjee stopped telling, and she suddenly realized that she booed: "Ah, today, you finally made a move?!"

"Shoot when it's time to shoot, you must not hesitate, you must kill with one blow!" Meilang Dorjee ran in front of her, facing her, hugging her waist, his eyes were blazing, and his expression was brilliant: "It's already endangered my wife's personal safety, don't you make a move?"

"I love you! Tsering Bian Zhen suddenly felt a burst of heat in her heart, she tightly hooked his neck, crossed her feet around his waist, kissed him affectionately, and muttered: "In the future, we must teach kung fu to our son, or daughter......"

"Definitely, definitely, definitely!"

Meilang Duoji was entangled by her like this, and the bottom quickly reacted, hugged her, breathed faster, blood surged, and walked quickly to the bed.