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Seeing the little guy's wife walking alone on the path, Death Bully threw herself at her feet and moaned incessantly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What's wrong with you?"

"You kicked me."

"I didn't touch you!"

"Ouch! Ouch! ”

"Where's the kick?"

"Ass."

Seeing this, the little guy's wife didn't know what to do, and she couldn't go, and it was not a way to stay there.

"Well, how about I'll take you to Dr. Silver's rash clinic?"

"Okay."

"Let's go, then?"

"Sister, my brother can't walk, you can carry me."

"I'm so unlucky to have come across this!" The little guy's wife had no choice but to agree to Deathbully's request, squatted down, and carried Deadbully on her back.

After walking for a while on the little country dirt road, they came to a place where there was no one, and the little man's wife was so tired that she stopped walking, and sat on the side of the road, panting.

Seeing that the opportunity came, the Death Bully rushed over without hesitation, hugged the little guy's wife, and pulled the clothes on his body. However, the little guy's wife didn't comply, and when she saw the death bully like this, she slapped him twice in the face.

At this time, a group of people came, and seeing this, Death Bully didn't want to do that anymore, and walked up along the small dirt road, and gradually, he died somewhere.

Autumn has passed.

Winter is coming. The mountain village is covered with snow everywhere, and it looks even more beautiful.

On this day, the little guy put on beautiful clothes, and in the sound of suona, he listened to the sound of firecrackers outside the door, and was very happy. Today is his big day. He walked out of the dilapidated door and walked incessantly through the crowd, handing out cigarettes for the people or standing next to a few young students and listening to their stories.

The snow kept flying in the sky, broken, lightly filling, like falling flowers, like people's happy moods. The charcoal fire constantly bursts into the house, and together with the sound of snowflakes flying in the sky, it forms a beautiful picture of the countryside.

Uncles, uncles, aunts, aunts, aunts, grandfathers, grandmothers, cousins, cousins...... Everyone is here, everyone sits together, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside the door, drinking wine while roasting the charcoal fire, that beauty, it is really indescribable.

At this time, the little guy was a little drunk, so he collapsed on the little round table and fell asleep quietly. The little guy's wife stepped forward, put a coat over him, and then walked away with a red face.

At this time, Death Bully came from somewhere, walked up to the little guy, and slapped the table suddenly, which made the little guy startled.

"You?" The little guy looked at Death Bully in surprise, and a trace of unhappiness appeared on his face.

"On your big day, Lao Tzu is here to congratulate!" Deathlord said to the little guy.

When the little guy heard Death Tyrant say this, the hairs on the black mole the size of a broad bean on his left eyelid fell off several times at once. He's afraid of death bullies. Seeing the little guy like this, the dead bully became even more proud, and simply pulled out the axe from his waist and put it on the small round table. Seeing the death bully like this, the little guy almost knelt down for him, but it was not good to be like this in front of everyone.

Seeing this, the relatives put down their wine glasses, sat upright on their chairs, and kept looking at them, but they didn't know what to do.

When the little guy's cousin saw this, he was furious, pounced, and swung his fists, about to hit the death bully on the head. However, before the fist hit Deathbully, he had already been raised by Deathbully, thrown out of the door, and rolled on the ground incessantly. When everyone saw this, they didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't even dare to look at it.

Deadlord hit the young man, walked back to the table, and talked to the little guy without stopping.

"Your girl Lao Tzu has taken a fancy to it, you can get married, but Lao Tzu has to go x three nights first, how about it?"

"It's up to you, it's up to you."

After saying that, Deathlord walked into the small wooden house with the word "happy", kicked open the door, saw the bride sitting on the bed, and saw a man walking in, and couldn't help but blush with shame, so that he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it. However, the rest of his eyes kept scanning the man who had broken in, hoping that he would pounce on him and fight himself on that beautiful bed.

However, she didn't feel right, why did the man in front of her become such a tall and mighty man? She knew that her man was not a tall man. She didn't know what was going on, so she raised her head and glanced at the man, only to realize that it was Deathlord.

"How are you?!" The little guy's wife was so shocked that her mouth opened and couldn't close.

"Why, can't Lao Tzu come? Haha......" Deadlord laughed loudly as he hugged the little guy's wife, pulling at her clothes, revealing her fat white thighs.

The little guy sat outside, crying in pain in the incessant moaning of his wife, but he couldn't do anything, so he had to go out of the door and stand in a cold wind and howl to the sky. In the long whistle of the little guy, the snowflakes in the sky kept falling and sprinkled on the earth, and it seemed that they were so pale and haggard. The little guy squatted on the ground, and then, falling asleep again, kept hitting his head with his fist, so much so that he was about to break it.

He almost went insane. He flew up along the little country dirt road and was about to jump into the river.

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