Yan Shao's little cute wife is super sweet

Chapter 169 Sky Bridge 4
Si Jin wiped her mouth subconsciously, and asked stupidly, "No saliva."

"Haha, you silly girl, look at the sword!" Yan Zhi laughed loudly, a gust of wind followed the momentum of the sword, and a strong aura rushed towards his face, Si Jin suddenly felt as if he was blown to pieces by the strong wind, but that The gale miraculously bypassed her body and spread behind her.

Si Jin looked up at Yan Zhi as if he was floating in the clouds, and the sword's edge was constantly turning, which dazzled her, but she was not bad, and immediately plucked the pipa.

A lively and gentle piano sound slowly overflowed from between her fingers.

With the accompaniment of the pipa, Yan Zhi swayed the sword, coordinated with the sound of the pipa, the butterflies flew and the phoenix danced, the piano was more joyful, the sword was sharper, every move of Jianwu was more elegant and elegant...

The Indian tribesmen in the distance saw two immortals suddenly appear on the hanging glass of the Eagle Cliff on the southern edge of the Grand Canyon, a man and a woman. They couldn't see what they were doing from a distance, but just watched a man flying around. The distant sound of the piano echoed in the canyon.

"Yeah, what is this? A mirage?"

"do not know!"

"What a nice view!"

"Calling the governor, what the hell is this?"

"Take it down, take it down!"

"I heard that the suspended glass bridge is not open to the public today, otherwise I would come and run over to find out."

"Are you making a movie? I've seen a movie from an unknown country before, and it seems to have something like this."

Members of several Indian tribes looked at the suspended glass bridge in the distance, and chattered. They had never seen such a beautiful scenery before. It was really incredible. How did that person fly? He should be hung with steel wires Ah, there should be a plane supporting him up there, where is the camera, where is the crew?

And some white Americans, holding binoculars, looked at the hanging glass of Eagle Cliff on the southern edge of the Grand Canyon, dumbfounded, "Chinese mythology? Oh my god, am I dazzled, the Chinese gods have come to us in the United States to grow old?"

That white American is a fan of China. He has seen a lot of Chinese fairy culture. At this moment, he took a camera to take pictures, and even called a newspaper in a hurry. old……"

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Yan Zhi made a few phone calls to deal with some difficult problems, and then walked to Si Jin's side and sat down.

Sijin sat on the glass bridge, watching the red sunset in the distance, and smiled badly: "Have you dealt with it?"

"It's okay, you girl, you're still laughing, we almost made it into tomorrow's New York Daily, I can't bear to announce to the world how beautiful my beautiful baby is." Yan Zhi sat down next to her, holding her His face was slightly strained.

"I'm even more reluctant. Who told us to be fairies from China?"

Sijin's thoughts were still immersed in Yan Zhi's sword dance, she leaned her head lightly on Yan Zhi's shoulder, and then poked him: "Zhi, I want to see you dance sword in the future, you dance like this I see if it looks good, I think it's very charming, oops, why did you tear off your long hair, put it on, it's so enchanting."

"No, trouble." Yan Zhi even started to take off his long clothes, he raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her with a smirk, and whispered in her ear: "When it gets dark, others won't be able to see , At that time, we..."

(End of this chapter)