Xiuxianjie favorability strategy

Sure enough, I have feelings.The other party's actions were not gentle, but full of possessiveness. Li Shuang stretched out her hand and pulled off her belt, which slid off, revealing her snow-like shoulders.

The sweet aroma of the pastries emanates from the neckline of the clothes, tempting to taste.Li Xia obediently bit the man's neck, causing Li Shuang to let out a soft cry, instantly softening her body, and stretched out her hand to support the edge of the table.

The other party's hands were still playing with the deadly parts of his body, lighting fires everywhere, Li Shuang grabbed the table vigorously, and her body trembled finely because of patience.

"Li Xia... Li Xia..." Li Shuang hugged the other party's neck and called out in a low voice, the corners of his eyes were brightly rouge, making him look like he was slightly drunk.

Can't take it anymore!Li Xia hugged the little master in his arms, his figure disappeared in a flash.

When Li Shuang came back to his senses, someone had already laid him gently on the bed in the dormitory, the curtain beside the bed was drawn down, and there was no one else on the soft bed except them.

What about Li Qiu? "...Are you going to be the last?" Li Shuang asked tentatively.Li Xia naturally shook his head, "I said wait until you are willing, this is just asking for some interest."

He pinched the itchy flesh on Li Shuang's waist, which made Li Shuang itch all over, and kept dodging until he was unavoidable and approached a corner. He boldly embraced Li Xia's neck, and whispered in his ear.

Li Xia was stunned for a moment, gave up the easy teasing before, and slowly leaned over to bully him.

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The small kitchen, which had been bustling for a while, became quiet again. A figure stood dumbfounded by the stove. There was still half-stirred flour on the chopping board. Frost.

The two disappeared right in front of them, without saying a word to him, Li Qiu lamented that he was strangely not jealous at all, but took it for granted - the appearance of Li Tiantong stimulated Li Shuang, and the other party wanted him to feel bad, try it The taste of being rejected and betrayed.

It's just... Li Qiu was kneading the rotten dough on the panel as if venting his anger, his usually expressionless face showed a bit of bewilderment.

He was abandoned by those two?

A huge sense of powerlessness dragged him into the abyss like a torrent, Li Qiu sat on the stool, almost staring out a hole in the beam.

Even knowing that such a day will come, he still feels very uncomfortable.He can explain Li Tiantong's matter...but it seems that the other party won't give him a chance...

Li Qiu felt a little tired, leaned on the table and closed his eyes.

Thousands of years ago, a small world.

"This year's harvest is not very good. There was a plague of locusts earlier, and not a single blade of grass grew in the field."

"Well, I heard that the daughter-in-law of the Nan family gave birth to another son, how can this be supported?"

"Is it the Nan family who bought a daughter-in-law?"

"That's right, no, it's said that the boy Kemu died when he was born..."

"It's so sad..."

Poor mountains and bad waters, barren land, and those villagers who have been surrounded by these things and entangled for a lifetime.

Since he was four years old, the daily work in the field has been the highlight, breaking up the caked soil with a mallet, and smashing the stones into sand and gravel, which are used as soil for planting.Working from morning to night, Xiao Xiao’s body aches unbearably, and he falls asleep as soon as he touches the pillow. Like those children in the village, he spends all his time in almost crazy work and has no leisure time for play.

In this village where no one is willing to marry and it is difficult to marry a wife, a dead woman is equivalent to a life of loneliness.His father thought he killed his mother, so he was rarely kind to him on weekdays, and his second brother was even more hostile and indifferent to him.As long as he can remember, he has lived in the woodshed next to the thatched hut. The only thing inside is a small wooden bowl, which is used to hold food and clean water, and sometimes it is used to catch the rainwater that leaks in the house.

If he continued on like this, he would walk in this sandstone field day after day like those villagers, begging for food from heaven.

When he was ten years old, his father accidentally fell into a deep valley while climbing a mountain to collect herbs, and was already cold when the villagers found him.In order to raise money for the coffin, the eldest sister married far away from the mountain village, leaving hundreds of dowry gifts, and never came back after that, and never let anyone bring back a message.

Only the second elder brother was left in the family to live with him. He killed his parents, so the second elder brother treated him worse than before. He still lived in a thatched hut, where mosquitoes and flies swarmed in summer, and the cold wind in winter was extremely biting.

Forget it if it's not good, at least he has food and shelter, he can still farm, and he won't be hungry.

Later, the weather was not beautiful, and there was a severe drought every year. The second brother was injured in a fight with a neighboring village for the water canal.Because he was a boy, he couldn't sell for much money at all, so the second brother's body was swept up hastily by people from the same village and buried at the foot of the mountain.

He was the only one left in their family line.

At that time, there was a legend in the village that he stood in the thatched shed, watching the villagers come and go in and out of the small yard, and divided up the things in the house. Even the small wooden mallet he used to use was taken away, and several acres of Susukida were confiscated. To the name of the neighbors.

Those villagers called him a disaster star and drove him to the lonely grave of his second brother at the foot of the mountain to fend for himself.

Years of drought, the village still couldn't get the water canal after several fights, and villagers died of thirst or left one after another. When he went up the mountain to look for wild fruits, he was dubbed a "monster" and put firewood on the stack, surrounded by dozens of people holding torches. He cursed loudly and demanded his life.

The golden-red flames under his feet were raging, and the scorching air waves distorted the faces of all the people in sight. Those tongues of fire licked his calves, and he couldn't feel the heat, and his heart was colder than ice.

The extremely dry firewood exploded from time to time, and the flame was as terrifying as a ghost under the hot sun. Just when the flame completely engulfed his calf, someone descended from the sky, waved the flame away, and caught him.

The man was wearing a beautiful white robe that he had never seen before. He was completely different from the peasants in the field, with picturesque features, like a fairy in the sky.The other party ignored the red-hot firewood, rescued him, stood on a high place and laughed at the ignorance of ordinary people.

He still remembers the sight of the villagers who were terrified of the villagers who spoke badly to him on weekdays. One after another, some people knelt down on the ground, shouting for the immortal to spare their lives, and cast spells to rain to save them from fire and water.

The immortal was full of disdain, and threw the things in his hands into the sky. The originally cloudless sky instantly gathered dark clouds, and the rain fell, and everyone thanked them loudly.

He was flown to a high place by the fairy, looking down at the backs of those rough clothes getting farther and farther away from him, the houses gradually became smaller like ants, and the barren mountains that trapped their village became narrow and long like earthworm caterpillars, clinging to the vast land superior.

The rivers and rivers are vertical and horizontal, the sky is high and the land is wide, and there is no end in sight.The small village where he was born gradually turned into a black spot, submerged in thousands of miles of beautiful rivers and mountains, becoming an inconspicuous blemish in this small world.

It turned out that the outside of the mountain looked like this.