Chapter 7: Exercise ()

Seeing the poor worm clamoring, Xia Leiming almost laughed and left his breath, and rolled around with his stomach in his arms.

The bad laughter stimulated the poor man. He soon burst into tears, threw the cake, grabbed the front teeth and held it in his chest, crying heartbrokenly.

Xia Leiming laughed enough before he stood up, picked up the cake and tied it with a fire fork, stretched it on the fire for a while, and smiled and said, "You must have never been in the wild. If you eat this thing, you must first use the fire to soften it."

Seeing that this guy was still crying, Xia Leiming touched his head: "Ha, stop crying. Isn't it just a tooth? A man is a real man, what is a tooth?" After a pause, he continued to kindly comfort him: "I think you should be a nobleman, right? You must be very rich? Just wait for you to come home and find a good craftsman and put a gold tooth in it. There is a tavern in our town who has two gold teeth inlaid. Every time he smiles, his mouth is full of golden light, not to mention how grand it is!"

It would be fine if he didn't comfort him, but when he talked about the inlaid golden teeth, the poor man came from his heart and almost cried and died on the spot.

Xia Ya didn't care about him and ate the baked soft cake in her stomach with her own mouthfuls. After thinking about it, she finally left a small corner for the poor guy.

"Hey, I remind you that if you don't eat now, the next meal will be noon tomorrow."

After saying that, Xia Yaleming got up and took out his cloth bag for a while, and finally took out a piece of dry and hard thing as coal balls. From a distance, the poor man smelled an unpleasant stench, and he couldn't help but cover his nose.

Xia Leiming walked around the camping area, carefully broke the coal ball and crushed it into powder, sprinkled it around, then clapped his hands back, and did not wash his hands. He rubbed his clothes twice, stepped on the fire a few feet, and stripped the ashes away.

The ground under the fire was already roasted and Shaya Leiming walked on and relaxed comfortably under the heat baking, turned over and muttered: "Good night." He turned his butt to the poor man, and within a short while, he snored like thunder.

This bastard, he, he, he didn't care about me, just slept like this?!

The poor man was resentful, half of whom was sad for his teeth, and the other half was angry by this rude guy.

Is this bastard, is he blind?!

Listening to Xia Ya's snoring, the poor man finally stopped his sadness, but couldn't help but hunger. He finally picked up the small black cake left by Xia Ya, put it next to his mouth and took a bite.

The teeth were still a little painful, and the rough taste of the black cake was really hard to swallow, but I was so hungry that I was so angry that I was still food after all. I stuffed the cake into my mouth in a few bites. The poor man was choked and rolled his eyes straight, and pounded his chest in a hurry. But suddenly he saw that the hateful guy had turned over at some point, looking at himself with his eyes open, his eyes full of mocking smiles.

The poor man was stunned for a moment, and a mouthful of cake foam was sprayed onto his clothes, and he almost cried out.

"You must be someone who is used to living a good life." Xia Ya's head rested on her bag, raised her legs and smiled: "Hey, where did you come from?"

The poor man stared at this guy fiercely.

"Well, your hair is brown, you should be Byzantines. But you are very tall, and most Byzantines are not as tall as you, and only Odins in the north have this body shape. But you speak a weird accent, the Byzantine you speak is a mandarin, but your pronunciation is awkward and a little stiff, but not like those Odins-I have seen some people from the Odin Empire in Wildfire Town. Those guys always have big tongues when they speak Byzantine, and their tongues are born not bend, haha... Who are you? How could you run into this dangerous wilderness alone and step into the hunter's trap?"

The poor man didn't speak, still staring at Xia Ya with a disgust expression.

Xia Ya snorted: "Forget it, I guess you must be a wanted criminal. Haha, did you commit some crime and be hunted for it, so you dare not tell your identity? Don't worry, I'm not a bounty hunter, and I won't trade you for a bounty."

"Who are you?" The poor man finally spoke.

"I...I am a witch hunter!" Having said this, Xia Leiming proudly raised his chest.

The poor man looked contemptuous: "Demon Hunter? It depends on your broken axe and fire fork? Humph, I have seen many demon hunters, all of whom are well-equipped, and any piece of equipment on them is a hundred times that of your entire property. Do you have demon protection equipment? Do you have demon-breaking weapons? I think you are just a third-rate crappy little hunter."

This sentence immediately hit Xia Leiming's pain point. He snorted and rolled his eyes: "Hmph, what the old guy said is really right. Ugly people are more weird!"

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The poor man's big eyes instantly widened, looking at Xia Ya with an incredible gaze. After a while, he suddenly jumped up!

He ignored the injuries on his legs, the pain on his head, and even a small piece of his front teeth was broken! He roared at Xia Ya:

"What did you say?! You said I'm ugly?!!!"

The poor man was furious, as if he had heard the most unbearable insult.

"Isn't it?" Xia Yaleming looked at the guy with confidence and disdain: "As a man, your appearance is simply sorry for the name "man". Look at you, you are so tall, but you are so thin that you can't even get rid of the trap. And your face - a handsome man should have a strong physique, a strong body and muscles, a square face, thick eyebrows and wide mouth, and preferably a scar on your face, drinking big gulp, eating big meat... This is what a real man."

God, forgive this poor rustle...

Obviously, as a boy who is not very familiar with the world, his aesthetic standards are so distorted, to a great extent... No, it should be said that he has to be completely "thank" to the old guy who has lost his mind!

Because in order to stand up his majestic and tall image in front of his adopted son, that old guy described his appearance as the standard for the most outstanding handsome man in the world.

Vulgar, majestic, scars, and food, drink, and sleep...

Although Xia Ya has been living in a place full of sins like Wildfire Town since he was a child, and has cultivated some basic scheming, it has to be said that in some aspects, he is really a novice.

The poor man opened his mouth wide when he heard it. This time he was not angry, but was stunned by this guy's ridiculous words.

"...As for you, being a man is really a waste, if it is a woman..." Xia Ya blinked her eyes.

"...So what if it's a woman?" The poor man couldn't help asking.

"If it's a woman, it's even more ugly." Xia Ya's words almost made the poor man vomit blood.

"Uncle! You actually said I was ugly!!" The poor man was angry!

The head can be broken and blood can flow. But as a beauty, she was actually belittled by others in her appearance. It is really something that all beauties in the world cannot tolerate!

"You rustled guy, what do you think of a good-looking woman?"

"First of all, you need to have big breasts and big butts." Xia Ya raised her hands and made two extremely exaggerated arcs: "A woman with big butts can give birth to many children, while a woman with big breasts can have enough milk to feed her children. Also, your hands and feet must be thicker to work, carry water to create laundry and cooking, hehe."

The poor man stopped being angry, but looked at Xia Ya who spoke with a strange look: "Hey, what about... the face? What do you think is a good-looking woman, her face should look like?"

"Face? Does it matter what the face looks like?" Xia Ya seemed to disagree: "The old guy said: Turn off the lights, all women with all appearances are the same."

He deliberately pretended to be very sophisticated on his face.

...The poor man began to feel pity for this poor little russet.

"Uh, who is the 'old guy' you said?"

"My adoptive father."

The poor man sighed, looked at Xia Ya, and asked in a low voice: "What you said was all your adoptive father taught you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I understand..." The poor man's tone was very confident: "Your adoptive father must have a grudge against you."

Without any speculation, both of them simply turned over and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, the poor man was sleeping in a daze and felt the cold air hitting his body. The ground under him, which was hot by the fire, had cooled down. He curled up into a ball, and still could not resist the cold air. In his sleep, he instinctively approached the only source of heat that could be felt around him.

Xia Ya was sleeping in a daze and felt something soft into his arms. He was not polite, so he turned over and pressed his thigh on the other party's waist. In a daze, it was like holding a ball of soft quilt. He even rubbed it twice with evil force...

When it was almost dawn, the poor man woke up first. He didn't sleep well for one night. After waking up, he immediately discovered something terrifying.

When did I be held in my arms by this country bumpkin?!

He was about to scream instinctively, but immediately found that the rustic beetle was still sleeping where he lay down last night. But he moved a lot - he vaguely remembered that he took the initiative to get over last night?!

His heart was pounding. There was an unpleasant smell of earth on the body of this rusty bumpkin, but the hot embrace made the poor man who was afraid of the cold really reluctant to leave.

But then, as soon as his body moved, he immediately discovered something even more terrifying!

Uh... Let's analyze it carefully...

First of all, Shaya pressed one of her thighs on the poor man.

Well, although this is too much, it is nothing compared to the following ones.

Secondly, Shaya is a young and strong man, and judging from his "good woman" standards, he is obviously a virgin. So, in the morning, his body had an instinctive reaction that all men in the world would have.

As soon as the poor man moved, he immediately felt the base of the other person's thigh pressing against him, and a hard thing was pressing against him tightly.

Through several layers of clothes, you can feel the urge to move and ferocity of the murder weapon.

Although the poor man is still young, after all... Compared with this country bumpkin who knows nothing, he still understands some basic major issues for men and women.

He reacted in an instant, what was this weapon that was pressing against his waist tightly!

The omnipotent God testified! The poor man lived to be seventeen years old and has never been violated by any man in such an excessive way!

So he immediately made the most instinctive reaction.

Bow your body, bend your knees... forcefully...

top!!!

"Ah!!!" screamed.

"Ah!!!" screamed.
Chapter completed!