Seeing this poor bastard scrambling for the ground, Xia Leiming almost died of laughter, and rolled on the ground with his stomach in his arms.
This vile laughter stimulated the poor man, and he soon burst into tears, threw the cake away, grabbed the front tooth and held it in his chest, crying so hard.
Xia Yaleiming laughed enough, then stood up, picked up the cake and stabbed it with a fire fork, stretched it out on the fire to bake for a while, and said with a smile, "You must have never been in the wild before, to eat this, you must use fire first. It's just softened."
Seeing that this guy was still crying, Xia Yaleiming touched his head: "Ha, don't cry. Isn't it just a tooth? A man, a lost tooth is nothing." After a pause, he continued to comfort him with kindness: "I think you are a nobleman, right? You must be rich? Just wait until you get home, find a good craftsman, and set a gold tooth. The owner of a tavern in our town has two gold teeth inlaid, each with two gold teeth. The next time he laughed, his mouth was full of golden light, not to mention how grand!"
It's okay if he didn't comfort him. When he said that the inlaid gold teeth were "full of golden light", the poor man felt sadness in his heart, and he almost cried out on the spot.
Xia Ya didn't care about him, and ate the softened cake into his stomach with a big mouth. After thinking about it, he finally left a small corner for this poor guy.
"Hey, let me remind you, if you don't eat now, the next meal time will be noon tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, Xia Yaleiming got up and took out his cloth bag for a while, and finally took out something as dry and hard as briquettes. Across the distance, the poor bastard smelled an unpleasant stench. He couldn't help covering his nose.
Xia Yaleiming walked around the outside of the camp, carefully broke apart the briquettes and crushed them into powder, sprinkled them around, then clapped his hands back, and didn't wash his hands, just rubbed it on his clothes at random, a few feet. Trample the fire and scrape the ashes away.
The ground under the fire was already hot, and Xia Yaleiming slammed down. Under the heat of the heat, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and muttered, "Good night." Turning his butt to the poor bastard, less than For a while, the snoring sounded like thunder.
This bastard, he, he, he didn't care about me, he just slept like this? !
The poor worm was resentful, half mourned for his teeth, and the other half was angry with this rude guy.
Is this bastard, is he blind? !
Hearing Xia Ya's snoring, the poor man finally stopped his sadness, but he couldn't help being hungry. He finally picked up the small corner of the black cake that Xia Ya left behind, put it in his mouth and bit it lightly. One bite.
The teeth still hurt a little, and the rough taste of the black cake was really hard to swallow, but I was really hungry. No matter how unpalatable it was, it was still food. After a few bites, I stuffed the cake into my mouth, and the poor bastard choked. Turning his eyes straight, he was beating his chest in a hurry, but suddenly at a glance, he saw that the hateful guy had turned over at some point, looking at himself with open eyes, his eyes were full of mocking smiles.
The poor bastard was stunned for a while, and a sip of the cake foam was sprayed on his clothes, and he almost died of coughing.
"You must be someone who is used to a good life." Xia Ya rested her head on the burden and smiled with her legs crossed: "Hey, where did you come from?"
The poor bastard stared viciously at the fellow.
"Well, your hair is brown, you should be Byzantine. But you are very tall, most Byzantines are not as tall as you, only Odin in the north has this shape. But you speak with a very strange accent. , the Byzantine you speak is mandarin, but your articulation is awkward, a bit blunt, but it doesn't look like those Odins - I saw some people from the Odin Empire in Wildfire Town, those guys said Byzantine They always have big tongues when they speak, and their tongues are not naturally bent, haha... Who the hell are you? How could you run into such a dangerous field by yourself and step into a hunter's trap?"
The poor bastard didn't speak, and still stared at Xia with a disgusted expression.
Xia Ya snorted: "Forget it, I guess you must be a wanted criminal. Haha, have you committed any crime and been hunted down, so you dare not reveal your identity? Don't worry, I'm not a bounty hunter, no I'll take you for a bounty."
"Then who are you?" said the poor creature at last.
"I... I'm a witcher!" Saying this, Xia Leiming raised his chest proudly.
The poor worm looked contemptuous: "Witcher? Just rely on your broken axe and fire fork? Hmph, I've seen quite a few witchers, they are all well-equipped, and any piece of equipment on them is worth it. One hundred times your entire possessions. Do you have anti-magic armor? Do you have a magic-breaking weapon? I think you are just a third-rate crappy little hunter."
This sentence immediately poked at Xia Yaleiming's sore spot. He snorted and rolled his eyes: "Hmph, what the old guy said is really right, ugly people do more to blame!"
"… "
The poor bastard's big eyes widened instantly, looking at Xia Ya with an incredible look, and after a while, he suddenly jumped up!
I don't care about the injury on my leg, I don't care about the pain in my head, I don't even care about a small piece of my front tooth! He roared at Xia Ya: "What did you say?! You said I was ugly?!"
The poor man was furious, as if he had heard the most unbearable insult.
"Isn't it?" Xia Yaleiming looked at this guy with confidence and disdain: "As a man, your appearance is simply unworthy of the name 'man'. Look at you, you are so tall, but thin You can't even open the trap yourself, and your face - a handsome man, should have a strong physique, strong physique and muscles, should have a square face, thick eyebrows and wide mouth, preferably a scar on his face , drink heavily, eat meat in chunks... This is a real man."
God, forgive this poor bastard...
Obviously, as a boy who is not deep in the world, his aesthetic standards are so distorted, to a great extent... ah, no, it should be said that it is completely "attributed" to the old guy who has slapped his farts!
Because that old guy, in order to stand tall and dignified in front of his adopted son, made his own appearance the standard of the most beautiful man in the world.
Crude, majestic, scarred, and able to eat, drink and sleep...
Although Xiaya has been in a place full of sins like Wildfire Town since he was a child, he has nurtured some basic life in the city, but I have to say that in some respects, he is really ignorant.
The poor bastard's mouth was wide open. This time, he was not angry, but was stunned by this guy's absurd words.
"... As for you, as a man, it's really a waste, if it's a woman... " Char Ya blinked.
"...So what if it's a woman's words?" The poor worm couldn't help but ask.
"If it's a woman, it's even more ugly." Xia Ya's words made the poor worm almost vomit blood.
"Ugly! You actually said I was ugly!!" The poor worm was angry!
The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but as a beauty, it is really intolerable for all the beauties in the world to be belittled by her appearance!
"You bastard, just talk about it, how do you call a good-looking woman?!"
"First of all, you have to have big breasts and a big butt." Xia raised her hands and made two extremely exaggerated arcs: "Women with big butts can have many children, and women with big breasts can have enough milk to feed their children. Also, You have to have thick hands and feet to work, carry water, make laundry and cook, hehe.”
The poor bastard was no longer angry, but looked at Xia Ya who was talking with gusto with a strange look: "Hey, what about the face? What do you think a beautiful woman's face should look like?"
"Face? Does it matter what your face looks like?" Xia Ya seemed to be very disapproving: "The old guy said: turn off the lights, all women look the same."
He had a deliberately sophisticated look on his face.
… The poor bastard is beginning to feel pity for this poor little turtle.
"Uh, who is the 'old guy' you're talking about?"
"My adoptive father."
The poor worm sighed, looked at Xia Ya, and asked in a low voice, "What you said was taught to you by your adoptive father?"
"Yes."
"Well, I see..." The poor man's tone was firm: "Your adoptive father must have a grudge against you."
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Without speculating, the two of them simply turned over and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, the poor worm fell into a daze and felt the cold air hitting his body. The ground heated by the fire had cooled down, and he curled up into a ball. , Still unable to resist the cold, in his sleep, he instinctively moved towards the only heat source he could feel around him.
Xia Ya slept in a daze, and felt that a soft thing got into his arms. He was not polite, turned over and pressed one thigh on the other's waist. In a daze, as if holding a soft quilt, he even rubbed it twice with evil force...
When it was almost dawn, the poor creature woke up first. One night, he didn't sleep well, and when he woke up, he immediately discovered a terrible thing.
When did you get hugged by this turtle? !
He instinctively wanted to scream, but he immediately discovered that the turtle was still sleeping where he lay down last night, but he moved a long way - vaguely remember, that he took the initiative to sneak in last night? !
His heart was beating wildly, and there was an unpleasant smell of earth on this turtle's body, but the warm embrace made the poor creature who was afraid of the cold really reluctant to part with it.
But then, just as his body moved, he immediately discovered an even more terrifying thing!
Uh... let's take a closer look...
First of all, Char put a thigh on the poor worm.
Well, that's overkill, but it's nothing compared to what's below.
Secondly, Xiaya is a young and strong man, and from the standard of his "good woman", 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 worm moved, he immediately felt the base of the other's thigh, pressing against his body, and a hard thing pressed against him tightly.
Through several layers of clothes, one could feel the eagerness and ferocity of the murder weapon.
Although the poor bastard is still young, after all... Compared with this turtle who doesn't understand anything, he still understands some basic matters of men and women.
He just reacted in an instant, what is this murder weapon that is tightly pressed against his waist!
Almighty God testifies! The poor bastard lived to be seventeen years old, and he has never been violated by any man in such an excessive way!
So he immediately made the most instinctive reaction.
Bend, bend your knees... push hard...
top! ! !
"Ah!!!" a scream.
"Ah!!!" a scream.