C655 Remember Me

Pranab was dead. The evil object in the pond had escaped from Lin Bai's promise to Chi Tian, and there was no one on the Ganges to stop him. The Dragon Boat and Nine Palaces had been set up, and Ai Ye had entered the water, with the pure sun dispelling the evil spirits in the river, taking out the Chinese destiny was only a matter of time.

Things had already gone according to his plan, and Lin Bai was happy that he could take a break. Exhausting his mind to think about layout and such was not something that Lin Bai was good at. Moreover, fighting with Zen Jia and Pranab in succession had consumed a lot of his energy. Not taking advantage of this time to rest was unwise.

"When will you return my fortune?" After a moment of silence, Zen Jia walked over to Lin Bai, who was sitting on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, and softly asked.

At this moment, the white elephant behind her was no longer as arrogant as it was when it faced Lin Bai. Its body was still trembling slightly. Although he had yet to gain consciousness, he could feel the unfathomable nature of Lin Bai's technique. Lin Bai's destruction of the Shiva Deity Statue had dealt an even deeper blow to him, a sacred beast that was respected as Shiva's mount.

"Wait a moment, let me finish smoking this cigarette and then return it to you." Lin Bai flicked away the ash on his cigarette. With a smile on his face, he continued, "What, are you afraid that I will bring this fortune back to China and cause you, India, to lose your foundation for development? Or was it that he was intimidated by my methods just now, and became somewhat afraid of fighting against me back then? "

"Afraid? When have I ever been afraid? " Zen Jia heard this and smiled, staring at Lin Bai with a mischievous look, "If you really bring this luck back to Huaxia, then I will chase you to Huaxia and tell Gale that you have done something against me in India, and then leave without responsibility. Take a guess. Will Gale believe you or me if I say so?"

Only women and villains are hard to raise! He knew that Zen Jia's words were definitely not a joke. If he really didn't return her Indian destiny to her, then this little girl might really want to go to China and be his partner in front of He Jia Er. At that time, even if he had reason, he might not be able to explain himself.

However, it wasn't that Lin Bai didn't want to return his destiny to Zen Jia, but rather that he didn't have the means to control the destiny of the He Tu Luo book.

However, Lin Bai felt that after Ganges to bring the karmic luck back to Huaxia, if he continued the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao and absorbed some of the karmic luck, some changes would occur in the third book. At that time, he would be able to master the art of controlling the karmic luck.

Of course, if he did not have such an idea, he could only allow this little girl to report him in front of He Jia Er! However, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In this world, not everyone had the chance to make the Goddess of the Brahmin sect become his woman, even if this identity was just a verbal lie.

"If you say so, then I really won't return it to you." Lin Bai touched his nose, smilingly stared at Zen Jia and teased, "To be able to make the goddess in the hearts of India become my woman, it shouldn't be a loss to any man in the world, right?"

Zen Jia faintly smiled, but he didn't respond to Lin Bai's teasing. Moreover, he didn't have the slightest impatience to force Lin Bai to return the fortune that he borrowed from her. As for the first few questions about when one's karmic luck would be returned, after careful consideration, it seemed more like an excuse to talk to Lin Bai rather than to urge him to do so.

"Have you ever considered staying in India? The legacy of the Ancient Yoga is not inferior to the Chinese Art. If you can master this art, you might be able to become a god-like existence in the hearts of ordinary people." After being silent for a long time, Zen Jia stared at Lin Bai and softly asked. Although his voice was calm, there was a faint trace of anticipation within it.

Lin Bai shook his head as he replied in a carefree manner, "I don't care if you're a god or not. For me, your so-called gods are merely objects of transcendence, and that is their meaning. In the eyes of others, the heritage of ancient India is a miracle, but to me, it's just like chicken ribs. The food is tasteless, so it's not a pity to give it up. "

These words were not Lin Bai's fault for being arrogant, but the truth. During this period of time when he had been in contact with people from foreign countries, he had witnessed many mysterious methods. During this period of time when he had been in contact with people from foreign countries, he had also seen many mysterious means, and it would be a lie to say that he was not tempted.

Don't just listen to Zen Jia's words, in the recent battles with India's Ancient Yoga, Lin Bai discovered that these people were all using some sort of strange twisting transformation of their limbs to communicate with Heaven and Earth Essence. This method was not bad when one was still young and had small bones and flexibility, but if he were to practice it with his current age, he was afraid that all the bones in his body would crack.

"Why don't you come with me to China? "Your Chinese technique is vast and profound, and there are countless of ways to do it. Also, I see that your bones are strange, and your eyes radiate divine light. You really are a good sapling for cultivating this technique!" Lin Bai rolled his eyes and stared at Zen Jia as he spoke, his tone was filled with the same tone as when his uncle had lollipop to entice the little girl to look at the goldfish.

As he spoke, Lin Bai's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, as if he was extremely excited. Zen Jia was a god in the hearts of the Indian people. If they could invite the gods of these people into Huaxia, then there would be a good show to watch.

Hearing Lin Bai's words and looking at the expression on his face, Zen Jia could only bitterly smile and lower his head. This fellow was truly too overbearing, but if that wasn't the case, then how could this person even enter his eyes?

"The sudden upsurge in the Ganges has happened so suddenly that our relationship has never been harmonious." If something were to happen, someone might want to blame me for it. If it's convenient for you, help me to blow the whistle on those few people who are in charge of you, and see if you can make it small or small. Just pretend like nothing has happened. "" No, no. Lin Bai suddenly said with a serious expression.

Zen Jia was about to speak, but he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation of Qi around his body. Turning around, he discovered that Chen Baian and the others had already used the Dragon Boat to dispel the Baleful Yin Baleful Yin of the Ganges. With the help of the formation, the vast and boundless Chinese Qi was gradually being displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

The color was golden yellow, the aura was massive, and there was no difference in momentum. Moreover, after this qi flow took shape, it looked like a five clawed dragon!

Staring at the luck that was flying towards Hua Xia after it appeared, Zen Jia's expression kept changing. With her cultivation level, how could she not see it? Just this luck that was suppressed by the Ganges River was comparable to the luck in her body. If it was as Lin Bai said, then there were other places that could suppress luck.

At that time, how could India be compared with China? If the authorities were to chase after the matter of releasing water from the upper Ganges, then on the day when China took off and India couldn't eat any good fruits, it would be better to give a favor to them and form good relations with them. At that time, China would also be left behind some face due to today's feelings.

"Alright, I agree." But after a long time, he discovered that Lin Bai did not have any response. He could not help but look in Lin Bai's direction, and discovered that at this moment, an incomparably rich Qi of fortune had descended from the sky, wrapping around Lin Bai and slowly fusing into his body.

This sudden change caused Zen Jia to become even more envious. No matter where one was from, they would try their best to strengthen their destiny. However, this was something that was destined by the heavens. Even being able to withstand the destiny of India was a fortuitous encounter because he had inherited the legacy of Goddess Jia Li.

It could even be said that it was something blown by the wind. This kind of indescribable feeling caused Zen Jia to be jealous that he was not a Chinese. Otherwise, he would have been able to absorb some of the qi flow for his own use.

Just as Lin Bai thought, this wave of Chinese Qi entered his body and was immediately absorbed by the He Tu Luo book. The chapter on luck was suddenly filled with more paragraphs about the art of controlling luck.

After familiarizing himself with the technique, Lin Bai returned all the destiny he had extracted from Zen Jia back to him, and also gave him some of the luck he had just obtained. After all, if it wasn't for this little girl's luck, defeating Pranab wouldn't be so easy.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me to Huaxia? There is still a lot of opportunities to obtain karmic luck!" Lin Bai winked at Zen Jia and laughed. It was really too interesting to trick the goddess in the Indian's heart into going to Huaxia.

Zen Jia slowly shook his head. His expression was somewhat gloomy and he softly said, "You and I have our own missions and our own fates. Although we have some interactions, it does not mean that we have to walk side by side forever. There are some things that cannot be decided by us. "

After speaking, Zen Jia lightly waved his hand and the white elephant dashed to her side and knelt on the ground. After mounting the white elephant, Zen Jia turned around and glanced at Lin Bai, then reached out to take off his sari. After mounting the white elephant, Zen Jia turned around to look at Lin Bai, then reached out to take off his sari.

After saying that, he turned around without even turning his head around. However, there was an extra tear on Zen Jia's face that was once again covered by the sari. Or perhaps it was tears of love.

This teardrop was not for luck, not for the world, not for women, only for fate. Sometimes, even if you want to become a moth that flies into the flames, your fate may not give you the chance to do so.