In the evening, when one person and one dog returned, they were loaded with pheasants, hares and other harvests, and they also bought good wine. Normally, after entering the temple, Rose would throw a prey to the snow lion and said cheerfully: "Eat it yourself."

." The snow lion happily ran to the corner with it in its mouth and ate it happily.

Then, Rose personally cooked and stewed a large pot of delicious food, which was fragrant in the temple and made the lamas salivate. Fortunately, the temples in Tibetan areas are very different from those in China. They do not avoid meat and fish, so she can show off her cooking skills in the temple.

Tianzhao Temple has regulations that only eat one meal a day and do not eat after lunch. The lamas are already hungry, and smelling the fragrance of this gluttonous god is simply a test for their practice.

As a normal person, Ximen Lang couldn't bear to eat just one meal. When he returned to the room where he lived and saw the fine wine and delicacies placed on the low table, he was so happy that he kept mumbling, "It's better to be my sister.

Just a considerate little cotton-padded jacket..."

Rose smiled and said coquettishly: "Okay, I saw that your feelings for me are not that good, so I bought you some food."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Our relationship is much more valuable than this delicious food. Don't waste time. Start eating quickly. I'm already hungry."

The low table was placed on the couch, and the two of them sat cross-legged opposite each other. The fragrant highland barley wine was poured into the bowls, and immediately, a fragrance filled the surroundings.

Ximen Lang couldn't help but sigh, "Food, wine, and beauties are all around me. I taste the delicacies, drink the wine, and look at the beauties. It's a wonderful life."

Rose felt happy when she heard this, but said coquettishly: "Nonsense, I'm not beautiful. I'm far behind your beautiful wives."

Ximenlang, who was chewing on a chicken leg, shook his head like a rattle, "Not bad, not bad at all. My wives are indeed pretty, and you are not bad at all."

Rose was even more elated and said angrily: "Who knows whether you are telling the truth or a lie?"

Ximen Lang spit out the chicken bones in his mouth, "Of course it's the truth..."

The days flew by, and in the blink of an eye, seven days passed. During this period, the psychic king did not appear. Now that Dar Gyatso HF's injury has recovered, Ximen Lang and Rose said goodbye to him and drove a Hummer off-road vehicle in the temple.

, loaded with food and supplies, headed for Tianshan Mountain.

Under the bright sunshine, the off-road vehicle was driving on the endless grassland, Teresa Teng's CD was playing, and the soft singing filled the car.

This CD was given to Ximen Lang by Mang Shanhan. After spending many days together, they have become good friends despite being very different in all aspects. The guy told Ximen Lang privately that his favorite thing to listen to is either Buddhist scriptures or Teresa Teng's songs.

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Because they hit it off, Mang Shanhan gave Ximen Lang his collection of CDs, and the latter was even more generous and gave him his SLR camera.

Rose also liked the songs on the CD. She couldn't help but hum along with the beautiful melody in a low voice, "Tianmi, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..."

This girl is different from ordinary transsexuals. Her voice is completely feminine, clear and melodious, and she sings like an oriole. The reason is that she has practiced the Heavenly Evil Book, and over many years, her

Her skin has become more delicate and smooth, like fine Hetian jade, and her voice has become more delicate and sweet. In short, she is more feminine than a woman now, without any shadow of a man.

The two of them drove alternately until late at night before stopping the car to rest. They ate some simple food, folded the seats down to form a big bed, lay on it, covered themselves with blankets, and fell asleep.

The next morning, when Ximen Lang woke up, he found that Rose had slipped into his blanket at some point and curled up in his arms like a cat. Seeing that the other person was sleeping soundly, he looked down and saw the face that looked like

The face carved from white jade is flawless, the eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly, making people feel pity.

Afraid of waking up the girl in his arms, Ximenlang didn't dare to move, letting time slip away quietly...

In fact, Rose had already woken up. She didn't know when she got into her elder brother's blanket. She really didn't want to leave this broad and warm embrace.

It wasn't until about eight o'clock in the morning that Rose opened her bright eyes. When she raised her head, a charming smile appeared on her face, "Brother, have you woken up already?" In fact, she knew in her heart that the boy next to her had been sleeping for two hours.

He had woken up before, but he remained motionless because of her.

"No, I just woke up too."

The corners of Rose's eyes are a little moist. Sometimes, that kind of silent protection is even more touching...

The off-road vehicle started up again and bumped northward. Three days later, it entered the new deadlock. In order to take a shortcut, it headed directly across the Gobi Desert towards the Tianshan Mountains.

This morning, as the car was moving forward, suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded, and then, more than 20 horses rushed out from the diagonal spurs, chasing the off-road vehicle that was only more than ten meters away from them.

The passengers on the horses were wearing sheepskin jackets and felt hats. They held the reins in one hand and a spear in the other. They pulled the trigger while riding the horse wildly.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Gunshots rang out, bullets flew past the SUV, and the man on the horse shouted: "Stop the car quickly..."

"Stop it quickly, or I will kill you..."

Ximenlang frowned, knowing that he had met bandits. This was not the Central Plains area after all. Unexpectedly, he, the world-famous head of the Huamen, would also become the target of robbery. The other party had a gun, and the bullets did not have eyes. Although he and Rose

He is highly skilled in martial arts, but he cannot take it lightly in front of bullets. He can only move forward at full speed and try to get rid of these gangsters.

"Sit tight..."

After giving an explanation, Ximen Lang stepped on the gas fiercely, and the off-road vehicle rushed forward quickly, like an arrow from the string. In an instant, the distance between it and the horses was widened.

"Damn it, you're looking for death..."

The bandits behind them cursed angrily. One of them, a bearded man, let go of the reins and let the black horse run wildly. He held the gun in both hands, pointed the muzzle slightly downward, aimed at the tires of the off-road vehicle, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, the tires of the off-road vehicle burst violently. Because the vehicle was traveling too fast and the road was uneven, it rolled over suddenly and turned like a turtle with its hooves in the air. The wheels were still spinning rapidly.

A group of bandits cheered excitedly, "Uh-huh-huh-huh..."

Some people even praised: "Good, the third master's good marksmanship."

"My marksmanship is really as good as a god..."
Chapter completed!