Sijin wiped her mouth subconsciously and asked stupidly: "There is no saliva."
"Haha, you silly girl, look at the sword!" Yan Zhi laughed loudly, and a strong wind followed the sword's force, and the strong breath hit his face. Sijin suddenly felt like he was blown to pieces by the strong wind, but that
The strong wind miraculously bypassed her body and spread behind her.
Sijin raised her head and saw that Yan Zhi seemed to be floating in the clouds. The sword's blade was constantly twisting and turning, which made her dazzled. But she was not bad at all, and she immediately started playing the pipa.
A gentle and gentle piano sound slowly overflowed from her fingers.
With the accompaniment of the pipa, Yan Zhen wields the sword and coordinates with the sound of the pipa. The butterflies fly and the phoenix dances, the piano becomes more joyful, the sword becomes more sharp, and each move of the dance becomes more elegant...
The Indian tribesmen in the distance saw two immortals, a man and a woman, suddenly appearing on the suspended glass of the Eagle Cliff at the southern edge of the Grand Canyon. They could not see what they were doing from a distance. They could only watch a man flying around.
The distant sound of the piano echoed in the canyon.
"Ah, what is this? A mirage?"
"have no idea!"
"What a nice view!"
"A call to the governor, what the hell is this?"
"Quickly take a picture of it, take a picture of it!"
"I heard that the suspended glass bridge is not open to the public today, otherwise I would run over and have a look."
"Are you filming a movie? I've seen movies from unknown countries before, and they seem to have scenes like this."
Several tribesmen from the Indian tribe looked at the suspended glass bridge in the distance and started chattering. They had never seen such a beautiful scenery. It was really incredible. How did that man fly? There should be wires hanging from his body.
Ah, there should be a plane supporting him up there, where is the camera, where is the crew?
And some white Americans, holding telescopes, looked at the hanging glass of the Eagle Cliff on the southern edge of the Grand Canyon, and they were stunned, "Chinese mythology? Oh my God, am I dazzled? The Chinese gods have come to our United States to grow old?"
The white American is a fan of China and has seen a lot of Chinese fairy culture. At this moment, he took a camera and took pictures. He even called a newspaper office in a hurry and excitedly broke the news: "Oh, Chinese gods have come to our United States."
Getting old..."
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Yan Zhen made a few calls to deal with a few thorny issues, and then walked to Sijin and sat down.
Sijin sat on the glass bridge, looking at the red sunset in the distance, and smiled softly: "Has it been dealt with?"
"It's okay, you girl, you are still smiling. We almost appeared in tomorrow's New York Daily News. I can't bear to tell the world how beautiful my beautiful baby is." Yan Zhen sat down next to her and squeezed her.
His face was slightly strained.
"I can't bear to part with you even more. Who said we are fairies from China?"
Sijin's thoughts were still immersed in Yan Zhen's sword dance. She gently leaned her head on Yan Zhen's shoulder, then poked him: "Zhen, I want to see you dance sword in the future. You dance like this."
Let me see if it's good, I think it's very charming, oh, why did you pull your long hair down? Put it on, put it on, it's so monstrous."
"No, trouble." Yan Zhen even started to take off his long clothes. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her with a mischievous smile, and whispered in her ear: "It will get dark soon, and others will not be able to see."