Tuesday, December 24, 2003
Beijing Dujia Manor
On the evening of Christmas Eve, snowflakes fluttered in the sky and fell to the ground under the street lights. A burgundy Jaguar X300 drove into the courtyard of a garden villa in Shunyi Development Zone amid snowflakes.
Zhang Qingqing put on her lambskin gloves and stepped out of the car. She was wearing a woolen houndstooth coat, black flat boots, and a camel wool beret. This outfit paired with her mysterious long silver hair and light silver eyes is simply breathtakingly beautiful.
When Zhang Qingqing usually walks in mortal society, he will use his true energy to catalyze his hair and eyes to turn black. This requires a trace amount of true energy to maintain, and he will return to his true colors if his mind wanders. Zhang Qingqing is not a person who likes troublesome things, so if he can, he won't change anything. He came to a friend's house to attend the party today and he can attend it as he is.
She waited for Wang Shen to get out of the car and closed the door, then took his hand and walked towards the main entrance of the villa.
"Ding dong!" After the heavy doorbell rang, Wang Shen waited excitedly for the door to be opened. The person who opened the door was a blond woman who looked to be in her thirties, wearing a black suit. She had already welcomed Zhang Qingqing and Wang Shen into the house with a happy face before opening the door. She had obviously sensed who was outside the door through her aura through the door. .
"Ma
y! "Zhang Qingqing smiled, kissed the woman's cheek, and called softly.
"Look at you, you look like a fairy." Ma
Y also kissed Zhang Qingqing's cheek and responded sweetly. Her Chinese is worse than Yin Su'e's. Her pronunciation and pronunciation are very stiff, and the Chinese sound a bit funny.
Ma
Y lowered his head and saw Wang Shen who was looking at them curiously, and whispered: "Oh my God! Is this our little prince? My name is Ma
y, can you tell me your name? "As he spoke, he squatted down and kissed Wang Shen's forehead.
Wang Shen was not used to this kind of Western etiquette, so he instinctively stepped back and said with a blush, "My name is Wang Shen."
"The little prince looks so handsome when he is shy!" Ma
y stood up and smiled, rubbed Wang Shen's hair, took the coat that Zhang Qingqing took off and Wang Shen's coat, and led the two of them inside.
While walking, Wang Shen tried to gather his consciousness to send a message to Zhang Qingqing to ask who this woman was, but a ray of consciousness could not be gathered for a long time. Zhang Qingqing glanced at him and saw him scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously to hold back his laughter. He said in his ears: "This Ma
Y is the housekeeper of the Dubois family. She was once a great witch. She came to China with the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, but her position was always clear. She was always opposed to the actions of the Qing government in those countries at that time. Opinion. I told you about the Gengzi National Disaster. Do you still remember this period of history? "
The three of them walked through a long corridor, a brightly lit corridor filled with pine branch rings, socks and colored lights. When Wang Shen heard Zhang Qingqing's question, he instinctively prepared for it, and followed Zhang Qingqing's spiritual consciousness and replied: "Of course I remember! Empress Dowager Cixi declared war on the eleven countries! Later, the eight countries formed a coalition to capture Beijing, and the Old Summer Palace is where She was burned at the time!" He took a long breath and continued: "Then she felt guilty, so she came to priest Du's house and became a housekeeper?"
Zhang Qingqing replied: "No, she offended an expert from the Kunlun sect named Zhang Tianhao and was seriously injured by him. They are both French wizards. Of course Du Jisi and his wife couldn't watch. They came forward and said a lot of soft things. This That’s how I saved her.”
Wang Shenqi said: "That Zhang Tianhao is so powerful? Even the French are so afraid of him!"
Wang Shen's momentary mood swing caused his consciousness output to tremble. Ma, who was walking in front,
If y felt something, he looked back at Wang Shen and said with a smile: "What's the matter? Are you impatient because the corridor is too long? Sister Sofie is inside, you will see her soon!" In fact, there are only five people in the corridor. Six meters long, it took a few steps to reach the atrium of the villa, but the spiritual communication was much faster than the actual conversation.
Wang Shen asked: "Sofie... was your sister born in 1987?"
Ma
Y replied: "Yes! She was born in 1987. Her father specially told her that there are only two of you children today, so she should play with you."
At this time, a man and a woman had appeared at the entrance of the large stairs on both sides of the atrium. Both of them had warm smiles on their faces. The man opened his arms from a distance. Zhang Qingqing quickly walked a few steps forward and hugged them respectively. It was obvious that they had not seen each other for a long time. See you old friend.
Wang Shen saw that the two men were both in their early 20s, with blond hair, blue eyes, and tall and well-proportioned figures. It must be Mr. and Mrs. Dubois, the owners of this house. Before coming, Zhang Qingqing introduced the couple to him in detail: the man is Du Dashan, whose real name is Thomas Dubois, one of the chief priests of the Silver Star Church in Paris, a great wizard, and the president of the Holy Light Society in Mainland China. His wife Alice Dubois, whose Chinese name is Du Aili, is also a great witch of white magic. Both of them are over a thousand years old, but they look extremely young, especially Du Aili, whose skin is almost transparent and white, slender and tall. She looks like a European girl in her early 20s. It's really hard to match her appearance. Thousands of years of life.
"Although the miraculous warriors in the world are divided into many categories due to many factors such as regional culture and practice techniques. Monks in China, wizards in Europe, Gu masters in Southeast Asia, and shamans in North America, although their practice methods and the techniques they use are all very different. But if cultivation reaches a certain level, everyone will reach the same destination through different paths. For example, the current Mahayana stage me and the Dzogchen Bibanchai of a Thai Gu Master are basically the same strength. If we really fight, it may not be the same. Whoever wins loses." Zhang Qingqing used to tell Wang Shen about all kinds of monks in the world when he practiced swordsmanship with Wang Shen. Wang Shen was thirsty for knowledge and listened with gusto every time and kept it in his mind.
Wang Shen thought: "Sure enough, all roads lead to Rome. When it comes to eternal youth, it seems that monks from any country are the same."
At this time, a big hand stretched out in front of Wang Shen, and the owner of the hand smiled and said: "Hey! Hello, I am Du Dashan!" Like Yin Su'e, the Chinese characters are smooth, and when you close your eyes and listen to the words, you will never guess that this is a blond A foreigner said it.
Wang Shen quickly reached out to hold his hand and said, "My name is Wang Shen. My aunt gave me this name."
Du Aili came over, knelt down and kissed Wang Shen's forehead, and said in surprise: "You are really different! This kind of physique called chaos is so strange."
Zhang Qingqing said: "In order to protect him, I have hardly dared to go anywhere in the past six years. I don't know when it will end."
Du Aili said to Wang Shen: "We have a proverb in France: The young goose that flies early will become the first goose. You have such outstanding talents, and you must lead us to defeat those bad guys in the future."
Wang Shen asked: "Who are those bad guys!"
Du Aili was stunned, looked at Zhang Qingqing, and immediately knew that she had made a mistake and said calmly: "What I mean is that you can't let down your master's cultivation and your own talent. Sooner or later, you will become one of us." leader."
Zhang Qingqing smiled but said nothing.
Duelle comes from the Campbell family, the oldest family of prophets in Europe. She perfectly inherited her family's innate magical powers and was able to see part of the future without being restricted by heaven. Zhang Qingqing knows that what she said may become reality, but talking to Wang Shen at this moment will inevitably affect his state of mind. It doesn't matter if he stops it for a while, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't stop it.
Du Dashan had already noticed Zhang Qingqing's dilemma and said, "Let's go! Let's go up."
Everyone walked to the second floor together.
The conference room of Dubois Mansion is on the second floor. There is a huge Christmas tree in the northwest corner of the conference room. The lights on the tree are flashing constantly, and there are gift boxes under the tree. Christmas carols were playing in the room, which was already full of guests. More than twenty guests were standing or sitting all over the large room. Chinese waiters came and went from time to time to provide champagne and various snacks.
The Dubois briefly left to greet other guests. Wang Shen saw that Zhang Ruirui and Yin Su'e had arrived and were sitting on a set of antique sofas chatting. When they saw them walking up to the second floor, they paused their chat. Zhang Ruirui said to Wang Shen: "Little husband! Come here and let me kiss you!"
Wang Shen instinctively took two steps back. Every time Zhang Ruirui saw him, she would leave a big lipstick mark on the most conspicuous place on his face, but she would never wipe it off.
Seeing that Wang Shen didn't listen to the orders, Zhang Ruirui said angrily: "You are becoming more and more disobedient!" Then Wang Shen felt his eyes blur, and the sweet and creamy smell in his nose was overwhelming. Wang Shen found that he was sitting next to Zhang Ruirui. His knees were wrapped with her arms and there was no possibility of escape. Wang Shen had no idea what method she used to catch him. Before he could even blink, he flew into her arms inexplicably. The two big big white rabbits on her chest were so crowded that he almost suffocated.
Zhang Ruirui kissed Wang Shen's left cheek hard, leaving a sexy rose-red lip mark on his face without any suspense. Seeing Wang Shen reaching out to wipe Zhang Ruirui's anger, he said, "Why are you so reluctant! Do you know that other men don't want it yet?" After saying that, the arms around him tightened again, making him absolutely helpless. The possibility of breaking free and escaping.
At this time, another stream of body fragrance came from behind Wang Shen. Yin Su'e took the opportunity to kiss his right cheek and said with a smile: "She will be your eldest wife, and I will be your little wife, okay? Don't you Chinese men like threesomes?" Wife and concubine? Look how lucky you are!"
Wang Shen didn't know anything about three wives and four concubines. At this moment, he was just complaining in his heart that there was another lipstick mark on his right cheek. He held his sleeves with both hands and kept wiping them, for fear of leaving any traces. While wiping, he was also guarding against Zhang Ruirui and Yin Su'e kissing him again, and kept looking at the two women with his eyes.
Zhang Ruirui spat: "Look at how dead you are! I'm telling you, when you grow up and think about it again, if you want it again, then you can just dream about it!" After saying this, Wang Shen loosened his arm and noticed it, and immediately He jumped off her lap and ran away with his tail between his legs.
As soon as Wang Shen ran away, several guests came over to greet Zhang Qingqing, and Zhang Qingqing started chatting with them.
Wang Shen escaped from Zhang Ruirui's clutches and ran to the Christmas tree and stared at the countless gift boxes. When he was about to reach out to pick one up, a clear female voice behind him said: "Take one!"
