When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

When Shangguan Qingrong woke up again, he only felt that he had a splitting headache and his whole body was limp and unable to lift his strength.He immediately understood that he had time traveled, what would be his identity and fate in this life?

He searched for the memory of this body deity in his mind according to the guidance of several time-traveling seniors he met in the Weak Shou Hall, but he couldn't find anything, and he was not worried, because this kind of memory that does not inherit the original body The crossing is also a common form of crossing.

At this time, the girl's worried voice faintly sounded from around: "The young master hurt his head, and he hasn't woken up yet. My lord baron, please wait to see the young master."

The so-called lord strode up to the bed with such heavy gait that he sounded like a vulgar warrior.He stood by the bed for a while, and scolded him in a low voice: "Trash, why did you become such a trash in our Huberley family? You are already 12 years old, and you haven't even reached the third level of fighting spirit, and you are still fighting with civilians." You lost so badly... When you wake up, I will definitely punish you!"

The Huberley family, the name is so long and strange.Shangguan Qingrong heard some information from his words, and also had a little understanding of the life experience of this body.

The person he crossed over should be the young master of Huberley's family. This year, he was 12 years old. He seemed to have been seriously injured and died in a fight, so he crossed over to this world by himself to survive on his behalf.The original owner of this body should have been ruthlessly taken over by his father since he was a child, just like himself in the previous life, but he is stronger than himself—at least he still has the freedom to see people outside.

The father of this body just said viciously that he should be "punished" properly.Thinking of the "punishments" that his father and other men had imposed on him in his previous life, Shangguan Qingrong couldn't help but shudder, but then he became firm again: he is an excellent weakling, as a weakling, he is attacked It is also one of his missions to be ruthless. He must be strong and graceful to bear all the pain.

Shangguan Qingrong slowly opened his eyes, and the teardrops had already rolled down his eyelids, dripping like pearls on the snow-white feather pillow.He frowned slightly, looking at the biological father of this body with three parts of weakness, three parts of helplessness, and three parts of terror; his eyelashes like feather fans trembled slightly, casting a shadow on his childish face.

The man looked strange, his hair and eyebrows were yellowish brown, his eyes were blue, the eye sockets were deeply sunken, his nose was very tall, the bones on his face were very prominent, and his body was tall and well-built.There was a murderous aura emanating from his body, as well as the usual power of a person in a high position. Seeing the integrity of the official, he couldn't help but feel frightened—such a rough man, how huge and terrifying he must be!

His body is only 12 years old, delicate and fragile, when he is wanted by this person, he will definitely suffer a huge injury, maybe he will die.

This recognition made Shangguan Qingrong tremble from the inside out, tears rolled down like morning dew, sobbing silently.But he is a time-traveler, he must not let down the trust of his stepmother, he must become a good friend who will not lose to any senior, no matter how scared he is, he will also be in love with this man, and let this man fall in love deeply Own.

Although the owner of this body did not leave any memories for him, there were still some traces of habit. He slightly parted his lips, and shouted in a fragile and fearful voice: "Father..."

His voice was a little hoarse and low, and it was not at all similar to the voice of a yellow warbler coming out of the valley in his previous life.Probably due to the lack of water, Shangguan Qingrong stretched out the tip of his pink tongue, and licked his upper lip lightly. Sure enough, several places were dry and cracked.This body is also sore everywhere, I don't know what kind of torture he has just endured, but the one who should feel the pain the most?There was no discomfort in the court situation, which surprised Shangguan Qingrong.

The man in front of him showed no sympathy for his coquettishness. He roughly dragged him from the bed, grabbed his collar with one hand and angrily said: "You don't deserve to call me father, I'm Spencer? Huber doesn't have you Such a useless son! Get up immediately and start practicing fighting spirit, if you fail the third-level fighting spirit test this year, I will kick you out of Huberley's house!"

As he spoke, he threw him onto the bed, and slapped him hard on the face: "Trash, don't cry anymore, men in Huberley's family can't cry like women, if I see you again If you cry, someone will beat you twenty sticks!"

Shangguan Qingrong was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, hugged the soft feather quilt, and curled himself up on the bed, his terrified and obedient eyes followed the man he would call his father out of the door.

The little maid, who had been watching their father and son quarrel from a distance, came up timidly at this moment, and looked at him with blue eyes full of concern, full of admiration that he could not be mistaken for: "Master, are you all right, head?" Is it still hurting?"

When Shangguan Qingrong saw this little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old but could already be called a beauty embryo, he immediately thought of those wives, concubines and maids who were adopted by his father in his previous life as his substitute and then executed immediately afterwards. He also thought of the concubines and court ladies who used various schemes to frame and torture him in the harem, and was finally executed by Emperor Long Tengyun, feeling very complicated.

But the girl's pure eyes and loving expression made him finally soften his heart - what's wrong with this girl?Judging by her attitude, compared to the women he saw who robbed him of men, she was more like the kind of poor woman pointed out by the seniors, who might be killed by the men who possessed him for various reasons because of falling in love with him .

He sighed for the unknown poor girl, smiled slightly and said to her: "I'm thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?"

After the girl left, Shangguan Qingrong gently relaxed his showy hands, wiped his wet cheeks, and was about to find a mirror to carefully see how his current appearance was the same as in his previous life.

But the moment his fingers touched his cheeks, he suddenly felt something wrong—why his fingers were so rough, like a servant who often did rough work, and why his cheeks were so dry and rough, like peach blossoms like moss?

He hurriedly put down his hand, held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.This, this, how could this be his hand?This hand is thick and powerful, with well-defined joints, a thick layer of calluses on the palm and fingertips, there are cracks in several places, flesh thorns, nails are cut very short, and there are several defects. Very unsightly.

Compared with this hand, his exposed arm is even more shocking. Not only is it as thick and black as his hand, but it is also full of bulging tendons. The forearm of a 12-year-old boy is almost thicker than his calf in his previous life.

Shangguan Qingrong bit her lower lip tightly, resisting the urge to scream, and pulled off her chest and clothes.He only looked down once, then closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look any more.The chest is as strong and strong as an adult, with clear pectoral and abdominal muscles, well-proportioned texture, and a dark complexion.If he had seen such a figure on weekdays, he would have been flustered and blushed for a while, but now he just felt dizzy, couldn't sit still by the bed, and almost fell down.

He took a few deep breaths, got out of bed with the last hope, and looked for a mirror in the room with bare feet.After turning around for a while, he saw a crystal mirror set in a gorgeous gold frame on the wall, and a weird boy with a frightened face in the mirror.

Shangguan Qingrong unconsciously took a few steps forward, staring at the strange face in the mirror.is that himThat would not be him!His body should be 12 years old this year, how could he look like twenty?This face is also the same as the hand, rough and dark, with high arched eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and no baby fat on the face. It is sharp and long like an adult.The eyes are big, but the color is blue, very strange, only the eyelashes are long and dense, and there is a shadow of weakness.

Looking down, it was even more unsightly: his neck was almost as thick as his head, and his body was full of muscles. He was about an inch shorter than his adulthood in his previous life, and his hands and feet were extremely rough.His skin that was as tender as snow before, skinny and blunt, his plump figure, slender hands, jade feet like snow, and a willow waist, why did he disappear? body shape?

Shangguan Qingrong was full of pain, which was a deeper pain than the threat he received from Baron Huberley.No wonder after him?There was no pain in the courtroom, no wonder Baron Huberley was indifferent to his tears, no wonder his punishment was not on the bed but with a stick-how could he suffer so much with such a body? Does a man like him?

The stepmother's ardent expectations for him, and the nurturing and help given to him by the senior friends in the Weak Shou Palace were all in vain, and he could never be a weak Shou again!

Shangguan Qingrong only felt a sharp pain in his head, and his eyes turned black, and his body could not be controlled by him, and he fell straight backward.Before falling into the deep darkness, he thought to himself: just die like this, he is willing to go back to the Temple of the Weak Shou, apologize to all those who disappointed him, and don't want to live with such a body anymore.