Khorkina is right, she is the child of the Ingle's family, and she has the best right to judge the class in which she was born and raised.

Standing on the shoulders of the generations of wind stoppers and looking into the distance, she saw that some families were declining, some were enduring and some were black horses jumping over the hurdles.

The Zelli family was rotten and couldn't afford to lose, and from the time they married the Buda family, this became a recognized thing for the Sage Tower family.

The decline of Zelli was a springboard for the Buda family, a new birth for the family.

……

Alcoholism makes Mira look extraordinarily vicissitudes at this age.

When she gets up in the morning, she feels very thirsty, except for a sore back.

There is psychological barrenness, and there is physical dryness.

She stepped out of bed and into the bathroom, where she saw a woman with puffy eyes, large pores, and parched lips in the mottled mirror.

If it weren't for her surname, her appearance would be something that men wouldn't look at when walking on the street.

She picked up a comb and combed her knotted hair, and the comb forced it to make a cracking sound, and she combed her scalp with pain.

It is said that rolling the eye area with warm volcanic stones can effectively improve the relaxation of the eye area.

Mira gently rolled her eyes with volcanic stones, and her dry eyeballs were much more comfortable because of the slightly hot volcanic stones.

Guess her age, you'll never guess.

Mira dipped her hands in the mutton fat, she lifted her hair, and applied the mutton fat to her cheeks to cover her pores and make her makeup smoother.

She heard the sound of someone outside getting up and a man stretching comfortably.

She picked up the puff and dipped it in the white powder, puffed it on her face, and smelled the aroma of the fat powder?

These powders are made from jasmine seeds milled and then baked, with the addition of essential walnut oil, sage musk and pine resin.

Thanks to her husband, she could use as many expensive powdered milas she wanted, and these things were nothing to worry about the Buda family.

Mira snorted in the mirror, she looked much better now, her pores didn't look large, and she didn't look swollen.

Dipping a little flower juice on the cheekbones and slowly patting it away, Mira's face appeared a healthy red and bloody color, and she held the lip paper with her lips, the red seeped into her somewhat purple lips, and soon it took on a youthful ruddy color.

The Buda family came from Sindari, but they were not tainted with Sindali's extravagant indulgence, they were as disciplined and serious as the Puritans.

Mira quietly glanced at herself in the mirror, radiant and old-fashioned inside.

"Good morning, Mira."

Someone walked up and gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and Mira took a closer look in the mirror.

The man next to her was somewhat similar to Frieon, like skin rather than bones, with a somewhat similar appearance but significant differences in bones.

Frion never kissed her after her wedding, and it should be said that they rarely spoke to strangers.

Mila felt the gentle kiss of the man next to her, he was Flion's inferior product, and he couldn't be compared to the main one, but she used it as a substitute.

Fleon is a cold man, lonely and taciturn, with always silent eyes, merciless thin lips, and a tall nose that makes people trust.

Mira remembered what Flion looked like, and when they first met, it was when they were engaged, and she first saw the man full of exotic handsomeness appear in her family mansion.

His silver-white robes flowed in the sparkling lakeside gazebo, and he remained in her memory like a delicate oil painting.

At that time, she was not moved, and she loved the eldest son of Limanerdania deeply.

Later, she gave up on Liman's eldest son, because the other family didn't look down on her at all.

After the heart died, her second relationship came in a hurry, unlike the previous one, which was an unrequited love.

After the wedding, Frione's brief physical contact with her would induce her to think about their future, and she even thought of the names of her future heirs.

As a result, they won't have children.

"I didn't bother you yesterday, did I, eh, Mira?"

Frieon didn't touch her, and even at the wedding he just kissed her on the cheek.

He only appears in her family on special holidays, he is nowhere to be seen on weekdays, all the etiquette is in place by him, and the family has survived several years of the Red Moon crisis because of the free help of the Buda family.

But Mira knows very well that a woman's desire for marriage is not jewelry, nor fragrances, nor things that are expensive but have no temperature......

She needs to be nourished by love, she needs something warm, and she needs a man to take care of her.

Sounds like a princess's disease, right? Right, vexatious, with so many things that maintain value and are still not satisfied, hoping to tie a man to his side?

She has quarreled like a shrew, stirred up important things in Yellow Flion like a shrew, sneered at him like a jealous woman, and spoke ill of his family like a poisonous woman......

As a result, Frieon relented and gave her something warm and sweet.

Not his love, but a couple of cats.

In Ingle's circle, there is a metaphor for widows when women raise cats

So why do people suddenly go out of line in marriage?

Because Frione can't give it, Mira needs to find a balance, she can't be a "widow" who has no desires, and she needs to maintain a kind of family "decency" in this marriage that is shown to outsiders.

"You've been gentle and I feel good......"

Mira reflexively hugged the man, tightly, as if hugging her husband.

Frieon knows anything, he absolutely knows that Mira is being unfaithful to him on the outside.

However, Flieon is very indifferent, it doesn't matter because he doesn't feel it, he doesn't bother to pay attention to it because it has nothing to do with him, which is the most terrible.

When the whole world was sneering at Frieon, he didn't hurt.

"You don't look good, Mira, what's wrong with you lately."

The man gently stroked her hair, and the white water of a loving marriage turned into honey, and she was present on the wedding day of Frioon's brother.

Frieon loved his loved ones more than she loved her.

In her marriage, the white water evaporated and only a dry cup remained.

The newlyweds kissed, and she lost her mind, and she remembered the kiss on her cheek that was not salty or light on her wedding day.

She stared at Robelk as if she were holding Riem's hand during the toast after the wedding, she was so jealous at the time, and jealousy made her crazy and ugly.

Jealous women are the ugliest.

She had made a fuss, pleaded in a low voice, wagged her tail and had pity, this was her means of fighting Flion.

She struggled in the box of their marriage, but she couldn't withstand Flion's words.

……

"Frio, let's talk, please......"

"I still remember what you said to Roman."

……

Every time Flione always said this sentence without being salty, he held a grudge, always remembering her jealousy, her poison, her splash.

……

"I just want to get your attention! Didn't you find out......"

"Your way of attracting attention is special, Mira."

……

Don't you think I'm just a naïve woman, I just want you to pay attention to me, so I'm like a clown.

"We give each other a little bit of space so that we can all live easier."

……

Frieon said that he didn't care what she was like, that he wasn't angry with her, and that he wasn't angry.

She's talking about their feelings, he's talking about her tricks.

She wanted to pull them in, but he wanted a little bit of space.

"I don't want to go back to that depressing place......"

Flione was an expert on the Cold War, and his cold treatment left the haughty eldest daughter of Zelli covered in bruises.

How can a woman be emotionally capable of beating a man?

"Then stay a few more days and make it easier for yourself."

Mira closes her eyes and feels the warmth of the man.

The women who come to find the ducks are all frustrated, she is, they are all losers who are crushed by their husbands who are crushed by life.

"You always know how to make me feel at ease."

The man had a pine scent, the scent that Mila had made him smoke.

The Frione has a mixed aroma of pine resin and tobacco leaves.

The mellow rosin also has the bitterness of soot, just like the people of Frion, which makes people feel that this man is deep and spicy.

"Mira is a lovely woman......"

She is not a lovable woman......

Mira's tear ducts had long since dried up, and she couldn't shed tears.

……

As the sun rose longer, the warm winter sun shone into the room through the window, just as the two quietly embraced each other.

The knock on the door sounded suddenly, unlike the polite and restrained knock of the grocery store door.

There was a knock on the door mixed with anger.

"Did the grocery store eat gunpowder today?"

After a knock on the door, the man let go of his hand in confusion.

The grocery store will deliver fresh food every morning, but the grocery store is not very popular today.

Mira consciously slipped back into the room, she couldn't be recognized, she always came stealthily and went back covertly.

"When did the grocery store recruit such a hot-tempered dude......"

The man opened the door through the secret lock and was stunned.

Opening the door through the secret lock is a habit he has developed for many years, and the heart of harming people cannot be prevented, and he has avoided many disasters because of this secret lock.

It's just that the man didn't expect the grumpy "guy" to be ......

"Call Mira out."

The man recognized the mage of the Mira family, and those who did this business were the best at reading words and feelings.

The Zieli family was born in the rainy basin of the southwest, and apart from the gray-blue pupils, they were not much different from the central natives of Modu.

"Go next door and ask, I'm not called Mira."

The man pouted, intending to close the door, but the man outside the door stuck his staff in the crack of the door, and the door was jammed.

"Hurry up and open the door, we're just looking for trouble with Mira, and if you get in our way, we'll get you in trouble."

"Neuropathy ......"

The man cursed, and was about to pull the door open a little and kick the staff out when the doorknob burned.

"It's hot!"

He was so hot that he jumped up.

The doorknob, which had been normal just a moment ago, was hot and red, and the man watched as the doorknob melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mira, your father's patience is limited."

Not only the doorknob, but also the hidden lock chain was melting, and the man scolded in his heart and began to retreat.

Ordinary people compete with mages, and they must suffer.

The hot molten iron dripped, scorched black on the floor, and the mage from the Zelli family pressed his staff against the door, and the door was easily opened without locks or obstructions.

"Mira, I know you're in there."

The people of the Zelli family drove straight in, and the man watched the mage rush in, and felt that the situation was not ordinary, he saw that no one was paying attention, and he turned around and went out of the house.

Shelter from the limelight.

"Mira! Mira ......"

The members of the Zelli family opened the last door of the house, and a cold wind blew in, and the windows of the original room were opened, and the curtains were blown up by the winter wind.

"Flying is actually used for escaping."

The Zelli family looked at the window and shook their heads, and he poked his head out of the window to see Mira on the street.

"When I went back to the errand, the people ran away."

……

The man, in order to keep himself untouched, ran downstairs and turned left on the street, ready to wander the street for a while.

He thought that he could avoid trouble as much as possible by observing words and feelings, but in fact, the praying mantis was just catching cicadas.

"I smell him."

Maisan looked up in the tavern, he smelled it, which made one wonder what he smelled exactly? The smell of the tavern in winter is foul.

"Bring it here, I'm going to show my father who can do it."

Maisan got up, he was tall and strong, he stood up straight like a hill in the tavern.

The people in the tavern couldn't help but look at him a few more times, his blond hair and blue eyes, coupled with his pale skin, which was typical of northerners.

"I'll go back as soon as I go, young master, you have to be careful."

Mai San responded, the real name of the young master in Mai Sang's mouth is Balkan, and the name Balkan is familiar to hunters.

Although the Balkans are the biological son of the current president of the Far North Guild, the Hunter Guild is different from the Ingle's family, and the Hunter Guild usually finalizes the next president in the form of meritocracy.

And as we all know, Hanan is the next president handpicked by the current president.

The Balkans, however, did not think that Hanan was up to the post of president.

Hanan is a wild seed born from a saltwater girl, even if she is blessed with natural abilities, she must not compete with him.

Watching Maisan leave the tavern, Balkan left the tavern with foul air after a while.

Hunters have a keen sense and unusually developed muscle fibers, and the Balkans are weaker at recognizing air odors than Maisan, because they belong to different hunter species and specialize in different fields.

Still, they are equally disgusted by foul air.

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