City Marshal

The young marshal of the Chinese dynasty who clubs, the son of India who clubs.

On a street less than 500 meters away from the Potala Palace, Chutian and Par Wumang were leaning against a booth in a bar, each holding a bottle of Tibetan spirits, while admiring the last twilight of the sunset. Listening to the beautiful music in the bar, it is extraordinarily comfortable and comfortable.

The booth where the two of them sat was the best position in the bar, facing the entire Potala Palace.

"Is this street really yours?"

Par Wumang looked around this busy and quiet long street with more than 70 shops and shopping malls of different sizes through the window glass. He looked at Chutian and sighed: "You are really rich, aren't the streets here in Tibet rich?" can be bought, because its value can never be estimated."

As long as the Potala Palace does not collapse and the government does not take back the property, the street business can follow the Potala Palace and Tibet and continue to prosper forever. The commercial benefits in it cannot be estimated in decades, tens or hundreds of years, so even Parr has no idea. Mangdu couldn't help feeling that Chutian had great powers.

"It's really mine, no, it's ours."

Chu Tian answered honestly: "The dowry that the old man gave me and Rongrong." Then he threw out a few words when Par Wumang suddenly realized: "Wumang, when did you come to Tibet? Say hello to me? Go to the Hindu temple alone and have a good time."

"I want to give you an explanation."

Par Wumang took a sip of the spirits, his twist-like hair was shining brilliantly in the sun: "You have protected me at all costs, I can't let you lose my life because of my kindness, I have already done the bloody case of Hinduism. Let India inform the Celestial Dynasty, and it will not give you any trouble."

Although more than a hundred believers were killed in the territory of the Celestial Dynasty, as long as Par Wumang operates through India, this bloody case will become a massacre among the believers. His prestige is enough to dissipate the dissatisfaction of the Celestial Dynasty.

"You ruined Perseus' hard work and killed his right-hand man."

A wry smile flashed across Chutian's face. He also had a deep understanding of Perseus's strength, so he leaned on the chair and reminded him lightly: "Be careful, he jumps over the wall and gathers his forces to kill you. I think you should recruit some reliable cronies to secretly Protect you from his plotting."

"I don't want to lose a friend with a black card."

Par Wumang let out a burst of hearty laughter, then shook the bottle and opened his mouth: "Don't worry, I have already watched his power in India to death, and I will kill him if there is any trouble, unless he Take action against me personally, he might have beaten me by half a point before."

"Now...he can't kill me."

Speaking of this, Par Wumang's expression darkened, and then he poured two mouthfuls of strong wine in a row. Of course, Chutian knew the reason for his depression. Breaking through the demon position and reaching the peak of martial arts, apart from eradicating the grave of his beloved, other things Way definitely does not have such a dramatic effect.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Chutian waved for some snacks and placed them in front of Par Wumang, and then said in a calm voice, "When you arrive in Tibet, you can play and eat as much as you want, and I can still practice my friendship as a landlord. As for Xidu, don't worry, I will The antidote you gave has already been sent back to my brother."

"I believe you can see him awake tomorrow."

Parhus dissipated the melancholy between his brows, shook the wine bottle and said with a smile: "You are right, don't think about fighting for power and profit, Parsius wants to start a storm without the chess piece of Indian mother-in-law. It's difficult, but I'm just worried that he won't deal with me, so he will deal with you instead."

"Do not worry about me!"

Chu Tian picked up five peanuts, threw them into his mouth and chewed them: "Percius dares to come to Tibet, and I'll kill him for you. He didn't get cheap in the military resistance match in Vancouver, and it's even worse today." Difficult to deal with me!" Then Chutian lowered his voice: "I have one thing to ask you."

He swallowed the peanuts, and added clearly: "If you kill all the Hindu churches in Tibet, then you can let the Indian government withdraw the Chinese churches, although I really hope that the two religions can reach the same goal by different routes." communication, but now is not the time..."

"Once it is released, it will only cause confusion on both sides."

Although the establishment of a religious exchange base in India is conducive to the friendship between the two countries, and it can also carry out religious infiltration for the country with ulterior motives, but Chutian knows in his heart that the religion of the Celestial Dynasty is much inferior to that of India, and the religion of the Celestial Dynasty is too moderate and peaceful to bear. A collision of Hinduism.

In China, religion is easy to integrate and coexist harmoniously, but India often fights endlessly for religious orientation. Therefore, not only is Chutian not optimistic about Ren Xiaolu's small skills, but he is worried that she will be backed by Perseus, so he took advantage of today's opportunity Find Wumang to help.

He believed that the old friend would agree.

Par Wumang glanced at Chu Tian, ​​smiled meaningfully, and said, "I understand what you mean, I will let the Indian government withdraw the religious institutions of the Celestial Dynasty. After all, I am also a religious moderate. The ruthless killing is because I don't want to have wars in the future."

"Use small killings to stop big killings! It does not violate my teachings."

Chu Tian picked up the wine bottle and laughed, touched him lightly and said, "Thank you then."

Par Wumang laughed, and then drank the spirits in the bottle in one gulp. While the two were laughing and drinking, another seven or eight people entered the bar, four men and three women, each dragging a black suitcase. I found a remote corner to sit down, and the angle of view was just facing the Potala Palace.

After putting down the wine bottle, Chu Tian happened to notice their serious and sinister eyes.

A trace of uneasiness crossed Chutian's mind inexplicably. These four men and three women seemed to be tourists, but the information in their eyes was very unusual. They were neither excited about the Potala Palace nor curious about Tibet. A fiery, undisguised burning.

Who are these people?

A thought came to Chutian's mind, and then he suppressed it without a trace. Now that even India Posa has been killed in the Hindu temple, there are not many people who can make trouble in Tibet, let alone Par Wumang present , Some young people don't need to pay attention to them at all.

So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yuntian, and then continued to chat with Par Wumang. Thinking of a question, I drank some wine and wrote...

He wrote three words on the table: Eunuch Dai.

Chu Tian was slightly taken aback, this was the second time he heard this name today.

Par Wumang obviously saw Chu Tian's bewilderment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "You check this person in the Celestial Dynasty, he seems to be some high-ranking official in the central government, he has a good relationship with Per Hughes, Hughes deal with it You may not do it yourself, he will instigate this person to plot against you."

Chu Tian frowned slightly, and then nodded in response: "Don't worry! I will be careful! I have heard of this person several times, but he is too low-key and has always been weak and sick, so I don't take him seriously. After all, I am in the Celestial Dynasty. Officialdom is no longer a weed that is easy to break."

"It's good to know him."

Palm Wumang held the wine bottle in both hands, and said casually: "He has been to India three times in the past two years, and every time he participated in an official Indian meeting, he entered Perseus' private villa. To put it simply, That was Parsius' home, which shows the close relationship between the two."

Chu Tian thought of some words of Zao Wang in the morning. He was more interested in this eunuch Dai who had never met but existed strangely. At this moment, he is very curious about this person.

Maybe it's time to find a chance to meet up.

Chu Tian dawdled his finger on the wine bottle: Let's see who this old man is.

Seeing that Chu Tian was silent, Par Wumang did not make a sound, but narrowed his eyes slightly to taste the sake. At this moment, a hundred-dollar bill was handed between the two of them. On the other end of the bill was a white and tender hand, Chu Tian looked up and saw that it was a woman who came in just now.

"You two, we want your place."

The beautiful woman was polite: "Can you fulfill my wish, little sister?"

"I want to see this Potala Palace, it's so beautiful and majestic..." The bar-club young marshal, the son of India.

On a street less than 500 meters away from the Potala Palace, Chutian and Par Wumang were leaning against a booth in a bar, each holding a bottle of Tibetan spirits, while admiring the last twilight of the sunset. Listening to the beautiful music in the bar, it is extraordinarily comfortable and comfortable.

The booth where the two of them sat was the best position in the bar, facing the entire Potala Palace.

"Is this street really yours?"

Par Wumang looked around this busy and quiet long street with more than 70 shops and shopping malls of different sizes through the window glass. He looked at Chutian and sighed: "You are really rich, aren't the streets here in Tibet rich?" can be bought, because its value can never be estimated."

As long as the Potala Palace does not collapse and the government does not take back the property, the street business can follow the Potala Palace and Tibet and continue to prosper forever. The commercial benefits in it cannot be estimated in decades, tens or hundreds of years, so even Parr has no idea. Mangdu couldn't help feeling that Chutian had great powers.

"It's really mine, no, it's ours."

Chu Tian answered honestly: "The dowry that the old man gave me and Rongrong." Then he threw out a few words when Par Wumang suddenly realized: "Wumang, when did you come to Tibet? Say hello to me? Go to the Hindu temple alone and have a good time."

"I want to give you an explanation."

Par Wumang took a sip of the spirits, his twist-like hair was shining brilliantly in the sun: "You have protected me at all costs, I can't let you lose my life because of my kindness, I have already done the bloody case of Hinduism. Let India inform the Celestial Dynasty, and it will not give you any trouble."

Although more than a hundred believers were killed in the territory of the Celestial Dynasty, as long as Par Wumang operates through India, this bloody case will become a massacre among the believers. His prestige is enough to dissipate the dissatisfaction of the Celestial Dynasty.

"You ruined Perseus' hard work and killed his right-hand man."

A wry smile flashed across Chutian's face. He also had a deep understanding of Perseus's strength, so he leaned on the chair and reminded him lightly: "Be careful, he jumps over the wall and gathers his forces to kill you. I think you should recruit some reliable cronies to secretly Protect you from his plotting."

"I don't want to lose a friend with a black card."

Par Wumang let out a burst of hearty laughter, then shook the bottle and opened his mouth: "Don't worry, I have already watched his power in India to death, and I will kill him if there is any trouble, unless he Take action against me personally, he might have beaten me by half a point before."

"Now...he can't kill me."

Speaking of this, Par Wumang's expression darkened, and then he poured two mouthfuls of strong wine in a row. Of course, Chutian knew the reason for his depression. Breaking through the demon position and reaching the peak of martial arts, apart from eradicating the grave of his beloved, other things Way definitely does not have such a dramatic effect.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Chutian waved for some snacks and placed them in front of Par Wumang, and then said in a calm voice, "When you arrive in Tibet, you can play and eat as much as you want, and I can still practice my friendship as a landlord. As for Xidu, don't worry, I will The antidote you gave has already been sent back to my brother."

"I believe you can see him awake tomorrow."

Parhus dissipated the melancholy between his brows, shook the wine bottle and said with a smile: "You are right, don't think about fighting for power and profit, Parsius wants to start a storm without the chess piece of Indian mother-in-law. It's difficult, but I'm just worried that he won't deal with me, so he will deal with you instead."

"Do not worry about me!"

Chu Tian picked up five peanuts, threw them into his mouth and chewed them: "Percius dares to come to Tibet, and I'll kill him for you. He didn't get cheap in the military resistance match in Vancouver, and it's even worse today." Difficult to deal with me!" Then Chutian lowered his voice: "I have one thing to ask you."

He swallowed the peanuts, and added clearly: "If you kill all the Hindu churches in Tibet, then you can let the Indian government withdraw the Chinese churches, although I really hope that the two religions can reach the same goal by different routes." communication, but now is not the time..."

"Once it is released, it will only cause confusion on both sides."

Although the establishment of a religious exchange base in India is conducive to the friendship between the two countries, and it can also carry out religious infiltration for the country with ulterior motives, but Chutian knows in his heart that the religion of the Celestial Dynasty is much inferior to that of India, and the religion of the Celestial Dynasty is too moderate and peaceful to bear. A collision of Hinduism.

In China, religion is easy to integrate and coexist harmoniously, but India often fights endlessly for religious orientation. Therefore, not only is Chutian not optimistic about Ren Xiaolu's small skills, but he is worried that she will be backed by Perseus, so he took advantage of today's opportunity Find Wumang to help.

He believed that the old friend would agree.

Par Wumang glanced at Chu Tian, ​​smiled meaningfully, and said, "I understand what you mean, I will let the Indian government withdraw the religious institutions of the Celestial Dynasty. After all, I am also a religious moderate. The ruthless killing is because I don't want to have wars in the future."

"Use small killings to stop big killings! It does not violate my teachings."

Chu Tian picked up the wine bottle and laughed, touched him lightly and said, "Thank you then."

Par Wumang laughed, and then drank the spirits in the bottle in one gulp. While the two were laughing and drinking, another seven or eight people entered the bar, four men and three women, each dragging a black suitcase. I found a remote corner to sit down, and the angle of view was just facing the Potala Palace.

After putting down the wine bottle, Chu Tian happened to notice their serious and sinister eyes.

A trace of uneasiness crossed Chutian's mind inexplicably. These four men and three women seemed to be tourists, but the information in their eyes was very unusual. They were neither excited about the Potala Palace nor curious about Tibet. A fiery, undisguised burning.

Who are these people?

A thought came to Chutian's mind, and then he suppressed it without a trace. Now that even India Posa has been killed in the Hindu temple, there are not many people who can make trouble in Tibet, let alone Par Wumang present , Some young people don't need to pay attention to them at all.

So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yuntian, and then continued to chat with Par Wumang. Thinking of a question, I drank some wine and wrote...

He wrote three words on the table: Eunuch Dai.

Chu Tian was slightly taken aback, this was the second time he heard this name today.

Par Wumang obviously saw Chu Tian's bewilderment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "You check this person in the Celestial Dynasty, he seems to be some high-ranking official in the central government, he has a good relationship with Per Hughes, Hughes deal with it You may not do it yourself, he will instigate this person to plot against you."

Chu Tian frowned slightly, and then nodded in response: "Don't worry! I will be careful! I have heard of this person several times, but he is too low-key and has always been weak and sick, so I don't take him seriously. After all, I am in the Celestial Dynasty. Officialdom is no longer a weed that is easy to break."

"It's good to know him."

Palm Wumang held the wine bottle in both hands, and said casually: "He has been to India three times in the past two years, and every time he participated in an official Indian meeting, he entered Perseus' private villa. To put it simply, That was Parsius' home, which shows the close relationship between the two."

Chu Tian thought of some words of Zao Wang in the morning. He was more interested in this eunuch Dai who had never met but existed strangely. At this moment, he is very curious about this person.

Maybe it's time to find a chance to meet up.

Chu Tian dawdled his finger on the wine bottle: Let's see who this old man is.

Seeing that Chu Tian was silent, Par Wumang did not make a sound, but narrowed his eyes slightly to taste the sake. At this moment, a hundred-dollar bill was handed between the two of them. On the other end of the bill was a white and tender hand, Chu Tian looked up and saw that it was a woman who came in just now.

"You two, we want your place."

The beautiful woman was polite: "Can you fulfill my wish, little sister?"

"I want to see this Potala Palace, it's so beautiful and majestic..."