My Wife Is The Final Boss Chapter 238

The snowman was originally a dead man, but only survived thanks to the girl's carelessness.

Yun Qian stretched out his hand and picked up the iron shovel glowing with cold light, raised it in Xu Changan's stunned eyes, cut off the snowman's head neatly, and rolled to Xu Changan with the snowman's irregular round head. feet.

If someone can see some things that others can't see, such as spiritual power, and other things, they can find that there are many dark, strange breaths falling on the snowman's head.

And now it's gone, as if everything she saw before was an illusion.

The wind was blowing, and the clouds above the frosty sky seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and resumed their flow.

And as the shovel in Yun Qian's hand fell to the ground, the dark light in the eyes left by the snowman's handprint gradually dissipated.

In the world, some people create things that have their own cause and effect.

It seems to be the Nuwa in Xu Changan's story, and so is Miss Yun.

In fact, at the moment when Yun Qian was finished, this snowman, which Xu Changan called "ugly and cute", had already entered the complete body and possessed indescribable power.

But because Yun Qian cared about the snowman, no matter what realm the other party reached, he would never be able to transform, let alone escape from the dream, so he could only stay in place and wait for Xu Changan to taste it.

A very strange thing happened today, a right and wrong **** was beheaded and died in this flowerbed, inconspicuous.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Not to mention that he has not left, even if he is really like the giants outside who can tear apart the ancient wheel of the starry sky, he will not have the courage to appear next to the girl again.

Xu Changan: "...?"

What happened to the cloud girl.

He gently picked up the head of the snowman at his feet, and said helplessly: "Miss, I mean it's ugly, you shouldn't be like this, are you annoyed?"

Xu Changan felt it was a pity, because the snowman was made by Yun Qian after all. He would like to keep it at his waist when he had a chance, so he would take it out and take a look.

"I'm not angry, it's just that it's different." Yun Qian blinked at Xu Changan holding the snowman's head.

In fact, the girl doesn't care if she has created any monsters, because there are too many of these things. After all, in the past, even if it was just her thoughts, she could do things that were too difficult for her husband to describe.

It can only be said that one more snowman is not much, and one less is not a lot.

But as Yun Qian said...

The snowman is going to die, and in every sense, completely dead.

The reason... Naturally, it has something to do with the people he cares about.

Yun Qian quietly looked at the young man in front of her and asked, "Do you like this snowman very much?"

"Of course I like it." Xu Changan said without hesitation, even if his young lady made an ugly snowman, he would still like it very much.

"It's you, miss, what's the matter?" Xu Changan walked over with the snowman's head in his arms, picked up the shovel next to him and put it against the wall, and said with concern, "If you're tired, go to the house and rest."

"...Not tired." Yun Qian shook her head, reached out and took the snowman's head, which had been cut off by her, and had already fallen, and hugged it in her arms, saying, "I don't look good, but if you like... ...I didn't think about it."

"Yeah." Xu Changan thought about it, and felt that Yun Qian did not seem very happy for a moment when he said the snowman was "cute".

Maybe, the snowman the girl made with her heart, shouldn't he tell the truth?

After all, Miss Yun has already shown a lot of female affection today.

I don't know if she can still be in a good mood by saying that the snowman is beautiful.

At this time, Xu Changan really completely forgot that this was a dream.

"Cough. Miss, what kind of snowman are you pinching? Is it a monk? You can see that the top of the head is so round, it's exactly the same as a monk. It's a good pile." Xu Changan said very seriously.

He really has no words to compliment, the snowman's head is already round, can he change his hair?

But he really had no choice. Looking at the girl's craftsmanship, there was only the top of the snowman's head, which was fairly neat.

Yes.

It's still round, this is the only advantage that Xu Changan can find.

"Monk?" Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, looked down at the head in his arms, raised his head and said to Xu Changan, "I... pinched you."

Well, the girl thinks Xu Changan would look good if he shaved his head.

If he wants to be a monk, there is nothing wrong with that.

Unlike Yun Qian's thoughtfulness, Xu Changan was immediately stunned.

What are you pinching?

Are you pinching yourself?

That's what he looks like in a girl's heart.

It's a good pinch, don't pinch it again.

Xu Changan's head was buzzing for a while, and he looked at the snowman's head in Yun Qian's arms and covered his face.

and many more.

Xu Changan suddenly felt a chill in his neck.

If Yun Qian pinched the snowman as he did, then...

The image of Yun Qian cutting off the snowman's head neatly played repeatedly in his mind.

It means that the girl just cut off his head and is now holding him in her arms...

"Miss, I... haven't made you angry recently." Xu Changan asked cautiously.

"No, what's wrong." Yun Qian looked at him strangely.

"It's okay, don't hold mine... No, stop holding the snowman's head, it's weird." Xu Changan said, carefully took the snowman's head from Yun Qian's arms, and put it back on on the snowman, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Although it is still ugly, at least, the corpse will not be separated.

However, because the snowman has been killed by Yun Qian, even if it is put back on, it is just an ordinary ugly snowman.

"Infiltrating?" Yun Qian was a little strange: "Do you think this snowman is scary?"

It shouldn't be like this.

Regardless of her ability and realm, who has some karma with her, who dares to approach her husband to scare him, not to mention that even if he takes the initiative to approach her, it is impossible for Xu Changan to feel the slightest fear.

Even if some things may have evolved into the nameless fear itself... Seeing her husband, it is no different from the harmless little raccoon flower.

So, how could a snowman make Xu Changan feel infiltrated.

"It's best if you don't know what I'm thinking. If you know what I'm thinking, then it will infiltrate people." Xu Changan stared at the snowman, trying to find a little bit of factors related to himself, and finally gave up and asked reluctantly: "Miss , you really took my pinch of your face."

"Um."

"Poke a finger print and count as an eye?"

"Um."

"I didn't put something to replace the eyes for you to use, why don't you use it?"

"I forgot."

"Where's the nose?"

"I won't pinch."

"That's all right." Xu Changan had no choice but to accept that this extremely ugly snowman was a puppet named "Xu Changan" by the girl.

He circled around the snowman, thinking that if there is a chance in the future, he must reshape the aesthetics and craftsmanship of Miss Yun.

Yun Qian watched Xu Changan circling around the snowman, with a doubtful expression on his face, and blinked his big watery eyes.

She didn't lie. When she just made a snowman, she really wanted to do it according to her husband's appearance, but she didn't have the skill.

But... it is precisely for this reason that the snowman must die.

The girl doesn't care about all kinds of evil thoughts that have cause and effect with her, but her husband can't do it. She doesn't mind someone alive, but it can't be "Xu Changan".

Her husband has one and only one person.

Others, even fakes that have been given breath by her, are absolutely not allowed.

So, if Yun Qian didn't think too much and just be a snowman, then he would have really survived.

Too bad there is no if.

Um.

The snowman is already dead, so the matter has been turned over, Yun Qian is more concerned about Xu Changan's strange behavior now, and accidentally meets Xu Changan, she finds that Xu Changan is looking at the snow stains on her body, and doesn't understand what happened to him.

However, Xu Changan did occasionally feel like a child. Yun Qian thought about it for a while, and two words flashed in his mind.

monk.

Xu Changan seems to have mentioned these two words many times.

Yun Qian walked to Xu Changan's side, hugged his arm, and looked at the ragged snowman in front of him with him, and then... suddenly said, "Do you like monks very much? I always mentioned monks just now."

"Monk? What monk?" Xu Changan was stunned for a moment before realizing what Yun Qian was talking about.

Xu Changan was choked for a moment, and was speechless for a while.

Oh.

How could he tell the girl that he said the words of a monk with a round head because he really couldn't find anything to praise.

This is the same as if the teacher told the parents that your child did not do well in the exam because he was sloppy, or if he worked hard, he had nothing to say.

Also, if he had known that the girl was pinching himself, how could he have said anything about a monk, and he would have praised a jade tree in the wind with his conscience.

Then, when Yun Qian beheaded, he would definitely stop him.

Confused, Xu Changan took a few breaths to adjust his state, and shook his head: "I don't have a good impression of monks because of their convenience, but it's you Miss... I just said that those similar flowers have the taste of great monks. , so, this sentence... I should ask you."

"Me? I don't feel anything." Yun Qian reached out and touched the hair beside Xu Chang'an's ear, and said seriously, "If you become a monk, then I like monks."

Xu Changan: "..."

He was speechless for a while.

Seeing that Xu Changan was silent, Yun Qian began to consider the feasibility of the matter.

Although there is no Buddha in the world who dares to make her husband a monk, but if he is willing, the nature will be different, but Yun Qian does not understand the way of this, and after thinking about it, he said: "The book has collected it. There are many books, although I have only read what you wrote... but if you look for them, there should be some Buddhist scriptures in them."

She didn't organize her bookstores by herself, but when she thinks about it, there should be no shortage of Buddha's mantras that can go directly to the gate of heaven, and you can be regarded as a monk with Taoism.

"...Hiss." Xu Changan took a breath.

Is there any wife in the world who persuades her husband to become a monk?

sigh.

There is only the girl with a clean mind.

"The Buddhist scriptures in the bookstore? There really are. As far as I organize them on weekdays, there really seems to be a lot." Xu Changan thought that when he sorted out the bookstore, he did find a lot of Buddhist scriptures, such as "Great Freedom" The Book of Sutra, The Sutra of Life, the Mahayana Compassion Fantari Sutra, and the Amitabha Sutra filled the entire bookshelf.

Correspondingly, there are also many Taoist classics such as the "Shang Qing Huang Ting Jing".

It can only be said that Miss Yun's family has a great career, and it is no big deal to collect some books.

But Xu Changan was not interested in these things, and occasionally opened a page and looked at a ghost painting and couldn't understand it.

He soaked in the bookstore, and most of the time he was learning how to take care of people, such as recipes, female celebrities, and so on.

"Bah, I'm thinking about what you do with your Buddhist scriptures." Xu Changan raised his hand somewhat dissatisfied, and squeezed Miss Yun's face slightly: "Miss, how can you persuade your husband to become a monk like this? I'm a monk, what do you do? Are you a widow?"

"I can be with you."

"What about the rules of Buddhism?"

"It's okay to not have those rules."

Or add a monk who can marry a wife, and it will not be in the way.

"...It's my problem to reason with you." Xu Changan sighed.

"I thought you liked it, but if you hate monks, forget it." Yun Qian touched her pinched cheek and blinked faster.

"Disgust doesn't count..." Xu Changan looked at the snowman in front of him and said, "Some great monks who help the world and save people are still very respectable, so I can't say I don't like it, it's just... I have my own opinions on some things. opinion."

"What is it?" Yun Qian thought to himself that Xu Changan didn't like it, and that being a Buddha or not has nothing to do with him.

"Anyway, next time you make a snowman, remember to draw some hair for me with your nails. I'm still young, but I don't want to be extremely smart." Xu Changan said, feeling that it was necessary to express his attitude clearly, which proved that he really did not I don't really like the concept of being a monk. "Xu Changan thought that although all parties have this concept~www.mtlnovel.com~, Buddhist Zen Buddhism is more famous.

"Don't like... reincarnation?" Yun Qian lightly pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers and looked at him seriously.

"Well, I don't like the idea of ​​reincarnation and afterlife, and it can even be said to be a little disgusted." Xu Changan looked at the flowerbed in the distance: "It's as if the young lady said that the flowers will bloom in the next year, and that kind of thing is meaningless. "

"That's it." Yun Qian nodded and raised her head: "Why don't you like it."

"Compared with the immortals of heaven and earth that have existed for eternity, small lives always pass away in a hurry. One's life starts from beginning to end, as if all of a sudden." Xu Changan shook his head: "Even if there are immortals here, compared to heaven and earth, they are nothing but one. The heart of millet and square inch."

He had told Yun Qian very early that he only cared about this life.

Therefore, monks in the afterlife will not like them.

Xu Changan lightly grabbed Yun Qian's hand and said seriously: "Some things, if you don't do your best in this life, and push everything to the next life... It's both regrettable and irresponsible."

So he doesn't like it and doesn't believe in reincarnation.

Chapter end