Chapter 197 Eight-Armed Man

"Yes, you haven't made it clear about the gift you said in the palace before."

A beautiful woman who threw down her pen and ink, dressed in a non-coherent scholar costume, blinked her big eyes and asked curiously.

Without powder, it is elegant and elegant, and the expression is not as delicate and charming as a woman. However, it has a beautiful face. Although it is not as charming as Lizhu, it is a little more unforgettable. The most important thing is the "scholy dress", which tightens her body, and the concave and convex curves are in front of An Bochen. No matter how serious her expression is, this dress is always full of strange **.

In the age of An Bochen's blood and vitality, he occasionally drinks with his colleagues in Liujing and often passes through Longquanfang. Although he is not familiar with men and women, he also knows a little about it. Wan'er is invisibly so **, and the bottom of his abdomen is already uncontrollably ready to move. Fortunately, there is still a person living in his heart.

If it goes on like this, I don't know what she will make. I can't wait...

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen frowned and no longer hesitated. He drew an arc with his right hand to reach the silver gun beside the couch.

"Do you want to use a gun?"

Wan'er was surprised and looked at An Bochen, who was stunned on the spot. Then she mentioned Xiaohao and wrote, "When men and women have sex, men need to use guns... It's so strange."

With a thoughtful nod, Wan'er looked at An Bochen, who was blushing, and asked with a serious look, "Do you have to have a silver gun?" Is a bronze gun and a gold gun feasible?

An Bochen blushed and was speechless. Thinking that Li Xiaoguan often said that the golden gun did not fall, he couldn't help looking at the silver gun in his hand, and there was a chill in his heart.

"Forget it, skip it."

Wan'er is obviously very dissatisfied with An Bochen's hesitant. She finally met a man, but she was so unhappy about the most troublesome problem she usually studied.

"Yes, is it time to take off your clothes next?"

Wan'er asked again. While talking, her hand had fallen on her belt. An Bochen opened her eyes wide and held a silver gun in her hand. In the face of Wan'er, who was thirsty for knowledge, she did not fall for a long time.

If she is in the White Fox Academy, with her tireless enthusiasm, she will definitely become Mr. Yan's favorite and proud disciple, the premise is... She doesn't discuss the topic of sex with an old man who is over 100 years old.

Since Liujing was paced down, the energetic old man seemed to have changed into a person. He was usually silent and occasionally lectured, but he was not as energetic as young people as before. When he met An Bochen, he was even more stiff and did not squint, as if he didn't know at all. In Mr. Yan's heart, even if he knew that An Bochen had made no merit and saved the people of the city, Mr. Yan could not feel at ease.

An Bochen didn't know if Mr. Yan had guessed his identity as an innocent scholar. Even if he guessed, with his nature, he would never say it at that time.

The past is like smoke. Thinking of the stubborn but respectable old man, An Bochen's heart softened and he had no choice but to put down the silver gun.

There was a "slam" sound in his ear. An Bochen looked around and saw that Wan'er had untied her belt. The black blasphemy was faint. An Bochen couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly reached out his hand to stop.

"Why is the Wan'er girl so enthusiastic about the gift of sex?"

Hearing this, Wan'er stopped moving and thought for a moment and said, "It is recorded in the ancient books that in the former Jin Dynasty, if you wanted to pass on the lineage, you only needed to have sex between men and women, but when I left the country, I wanted to inherit the bloodline, but it was extremely cumbersome."

"How tedious?"

An Bochen is also curious about how this daughter's country has been passed down from generation to generation. It has not been over for thousands of years. Wan'er and the heroine are not like a thousand-year-old demons.

After taking a sip of wine, Wan'er spit out her tongue, but she wanted to learn the boldness of ancient books. She blushed for a long time before she recovered.

She drank wine all night, her eyes were blurred, and she was a little drunk. Unconsciously, she gradually leaned on An Bochen.

"Speaking of my inheritance of leaving the country, there is an allusion. Legend has it that the former emperor brought his ancestors here. Originally, he just wanted to avoid the capture and live safely. When they arrived here that night, they were sleepy and sleepy. They didn't want to wake up, but found that a mansion appeared out of thin air in the original wilderness, which is now the capital. The late emperor was very strange. He led everyone into the palace and saw the eight-armed man in the palace, the only god I worshipped by the people of the country. The eight-armed man's magic power is powerful, and it is said that he can build a country outside the world for the former emperor. There are only women in the country, and they help their ancestors to inherit their descendants. The late emperor was afraid that the emperor of the new dynasty would be cruel and kill all the Sima family and cut off the Miao descendants of the Sima family, so he responded..."

"Wait, do you mean that the female national surname is Sima?"

An Bochen was stunned.

"Yes, my former emperor was the princess of the last royal family of the Jin Dynasty."

"Then your ancestors... But they are all palace people in the Jin Dynasty?"

"It can be said."

Hearing the words, An Bochen is clear. No wonder most of the people of this daughter's country are in the middle and upper posture, and there are also female generals, but after all, it is a minority, and more of them are beautiful women like Wan'er and female protagonists. Their ancestors are all palace people of the Jin Dynasty. Their bloodline has not changed for thousands of years.

Manchukuo are all beautiful women. If a small official comes here, he will definitely refuse to leave.

An Bochen shook his head and fell in Wan'er's eyes as if An Bochen didn't believe it.

"Men are suspicious. Sure enough, it's up to you whether you believe it or not."

Wan'er said angrily, and the jade hand stretched out to her waist again.

An Bochen immediately stopped and nodded with a serious face: "Wan'er's words can be verified. How can An not believe it? I don't know what happened after Princess Sima answered?

"There is no white benefit in the world. The eight-armed man gave his ancestors shelter, and naturally he also has his conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

"Build a temple." Wan'er replied.

"Temple?"

An Bochen can't help but think of Da Kuang, or the incense is at the peak, or the abandoned temples. The temples are dedicated to immortals who don't know whether they are true or false. When the world's chaos and war spread, they have not been destroyed.

"Wan'er girl didn't say that the people of your country all believe in the eight-armed man and regard him as an immortal. Why did he build a temple? Isn't this super-furious?"

An Bochen said doubtfully.

Wan'er nodded: "Indeed, I only respect the eight-armed god when I leave the country. But what he asked the former emperor to build was not his own temple, but some strange immortals.

An Bochen's heart moved. The stories about the temple in "Da Kuang Shen Weird Talk" flashed through his mind, which made him vaguely notice something, but he couldn't figure out.

"What do you do with so many questions? Do you want to know how I left the country to pass on the family?"

Seeing that An Bochen began to think silently again, Wan'er frowned and asked.

"Girl, please say it."

"Although the eight-armed man is an immortal, he is not far away from the world. He lives on a small island in Yunbo Lake, which is the place where I inherited the descendants of the country and the people."

After a pause, Wan'er sold a pass before she continued, "Our people are over 20 years old, and most of them have begun to consider having children. Before giving birth, you must be vegetarian for three years. You have kept your body free from meat. Then you can pray to the sky for three months to show piety. Then you can walk into Yunbo Lake naked, live in the small chapel by the lake, drink the lake water, and don't eat anything. You can get pregnant in about a month or two.

The more An Bochen listened, the more he felt something was wrong. When he heard it, he couldn't help saying to himself, "Isn't it that the eight-armed man who lives in the lake is greedy for women and secretly communicate with his daughter's country and people? If so, how can he be a fairy god? He should be a monster?"

Wan'er was still confused when she heard the first two sentences, but when she heard An Bochen say that the eight-armed man was a monster, her face suddenly changed and she was furious: "It's said that men are bad things, and it's true. I kindly told you so many secrets, but you slandered the eight-armed superiors.

With a cold snorting, Wan'er brushed her sleeves and didn't want to make a salute with An Bochen, and walked out of the house angrily.

An Bochen didn't expect that the seemingly enlightened Wan'er would have such a big reaction to the eight-armed superiors. On second thought, he was just a different kind in Wan'er's heart. The bad things recorded in the ancient books were far from being close to the eight-armed people who brought a thousand years of inheritance from the country. It is also unintentional for her to talk so much to herself, just as she always likes to chat with Mo Yu when she is bored.

Standing up, An Bochen asked, "Dare to ask the girl, where is An's horse now?"

"You can see it tomorrow."

She left a cold sentence, and Wan'er walked out of the door without looking back.

"I'll see you tomorrow... I'm afraid that the Mustang King is now busy spoiling the hen who left the country, and I will end up like him tomorrow.

Shaking his head, An Bochen went back to the bed and looked at the swaying candlelight, fiddling with innocence.

He is not very worried about tomorrow. At worst, he will take the Mustang King to kill a bloody road. What he is worried about is the eight-armed man in Wan'er's mouth.

She came to her daughter's country by mistake and learned such a secret from Wan'er's mouth. When Wan'er wakes up tomorrow, she will naturally be vigilant. At the same time, she will not let her leave her daughter's country because of her curiosity about men. In addition, thousands of years away from the country, they have become a line of their own. The people live and work in peace and contentment. They don't want outsiders to find them, and it is very unlikely that they will leave with great mercy.

If there were only them, An Bochen would not be afraid, but there would be another eight-armed man.

A huge palace was built overnight. Such a means can be regarded as a god. If he stops him, An Bochen can't get out of trouble even if he has three heads and six arms.

The candlelight flashed and hit the window lattice, and the long row burned for more than an hour.

With a silver gun in his hand, An Bochen said something in his mouth. In a blink of an eye, he turned into long water, climbed through the window lattice and disappeared under the candlelight.